|Oh, Mr. Martin.
||[May. 14th, 2005|02:05 pm]
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I was reading Picasso at the Lapin Agile by Steve Martin, and really liked this bit:
" Sagot: I know that there are two subjects in paintings that no one will buy. One is Jesus and the other is sheep. Love Him as much as they want, no one really wants a picture of Jesus in the living room. You're having a few people over, having a few drinks, and there's Jesus over the sofa. Somehow it doesn't work. And not in the bedroom either, obviously. I mean you want Jesus watching over you but not while you're in the missionary position. You could put Him in the kitchen maybe, but then that's sort of insulting to Jesus. Jesus, ham sandwich, Jesus, ham sandwich; I wouldn't like it and neither would He. Can't sell a male nude either, unless they're messengers. Why a messenger would want to be nude, I don't know. You'd think they'd at least need a little pouch or something. In fact, if a nude man showed up at my door and I asked, "Who is it?" and he said, "Messenger," I would damn well look and see if he has a pouch, and if he doesn't, I'm not answering the door. Sheep are the same, don't ask me why, can't sell 'em."
I start my new job on Monday.
For the past year, I've worn exactally the same thing to teach mini-sports: the pair of i-can't-wear-jeans-to-acting-class-so-I-had-to-buy-these-pants pants and an SFU or Copacabana T-shirt. Now that I need to wear, you know, decent clothes I'm torn. I like the thought of dressing up, but you know mid-July when the money is tight, I'm going to be going, "Just give me a red shirt. A red shirt that says 'Staff' on it. That's good enough! It gets the point across. Right? Right?"
Bloc Party in a little more than two weeks! Yay!