2003-07-29 - 2:28 p.m.
The Oprah drones have been reborn.
These women come in asking for the 'new' John Steinbeck. Mispronouncing his name and buying a book they will never read and thinking the copyright original is 2003 when it's really 1952 and they should know better.
Yesterday, when I was forced to work in the children's section, I read Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli. I know it sounds like a book about a stripper, but it's actually a very sweet story about a weird girl and the boy who loves her. Set in high school. The moral is acceptance [of course], but what struck me as odd was the plot's insistence that Stargirl was more normal that any of us lemmings. I guess you can define normality is whatever makes you happy, but the girl dressed up for school as Raggedy Ann. On an un-Halloween day.
And, I suppose from that last sentence, I completely missed the point. I get it, but for comfort's sake, at least pick a princess or something.
I think I'm in love with Ira Glass, too. His nasally drone and precocious vocabulary [I know he's at least 40, but he's got the mindset of a wry youth.] have captured my heart.
Oh, Ira.
Picked up the Earlimart Avenues EP for 95 cents yesterday. A bargain, considering I really like one song and don't hate the other three. Sounds like Elliot Smith fronting Radiohead.
~j
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