Make a Decision
Me: "Paper or plastic?"
Her: "Oh, um. . ."
Me: "Yes?"
Her: "Hold on a second."
(consulting with her friend)
Her: "Ok, um, paper. . . I guess."
Me (to bagger): "Paper."
Her: "Wait. No. Let's go with plastic."
Me (to bagger): "Plastic."
Her friend: "Actually, does your paper have handles?"
Me (begrudgingly): "Yes."
Her friend: "Really? (to Her) The paper has handles."
Her: "They do? (to Me) Oh, ok, Um. . . Let's see. . . Can you wait a minute?"
* * *
It doesn't matter -- we're going to crush your bread either way. Just make a decision and stick with it.
On a completely unrelated note, I can't decide which film clip to show my class tomorrow. We're now writing in response to literature. But books are boring, so we're gonna watch a movie instead.
(Actually, film and literature criticism have a lot in common. To use one example, shots in films are sentences in literature. You wouldn't study every single one -- unless the work is a masterpiece -- but you may study a handful that stick out. However, noticeable shots, like powerful sentences, run the risk of being so potent, or fancy, or stylish, that they focus the viewer's/reader's attention on the medium, rather than the message.)
There's your lecture for today. Now don't be a freeloader. Send the necessary tuition payments to H.S. 325 at Bemidji State University. Thank you.
Anyway, I need a guinea pig clip for tomorrow's class. It has to be long enough to enable a worthwhile analysis, yet short enough to show, discuss as groups, and reconvene all in 50 minutes. It has to have a "literary" feel -- in order to make a smooth transition to actual booky literature -- but it definitely cannot have a "literary" feel i.e. skull-crushingly boring. And above all else, it has to include a dancing, Jewish milkman, but the milkman can't have any sons. That just wouldn't work.
Like I said, I'm stumped.
Here's a few of the candidates. Feel free to make suggestions.
(Even though I know by the time you get around to commenting, the relevant class period will have long been over. I'm just giving us all an excuse to talk about our favorite movies. Don't make me beg.)
posted by Reinman @ 12:59 PM
6 comments
6 Comments:
how cool that i'm a part of "good things". the whole bagging thing...i could so relate. is it better to kill a tree or take up landfill space for decades? i really don't know.
uh, how about napoleon dynamite? there's lots of good literary communication material there...
gosh!
"You can't handle the truth. Son we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be defended by men with guns. Who's gonna do it, you? You Lt. Whineberg. I have a greater responsibility than you can possible fathom. You weep for Santiago and you curse the Marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know, that Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saves lives. And that my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves live. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like code, honor, and loyalty. We use these as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punch line. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who both rises and sleeps under the very blanket of freedom that I provide and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand apost. Either way, I don't give a d(arn) what you think you are entitled to."
Yep, one of the best scenes in movie history.
If you like, I could do my one man show of this scence for your class.
Oooh! Ooooh!
How about that one scene, you know, like where Han & Luke are, like, fighting the tie fighters, and, you know, like Han just sort of REACHES OVER and flips a switch for, like, no REASON at ALL? Wasn't that COOL? It's like he KNEW the Falcon so well, that, you know, that little switch was going to give him, like, some kind of big advantage in the fight? I mean, George must have said, like, "Hey Harrison! Like, the next time you swing over in that chair, could you, like, you know, flip a switch or something?"
Use that.
huh...
Fiddler on the roof,o brother were art though,and master and commander. sweet.
Grace
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