My car still smells like bacon. In other new, the triple bypass was successful.
So your party has reached legend status! I was hanging out with some creative writers last night, including D.O., his girlfriend Ellen, and Ellen's old high school chum, Chuck. This chum is a first year in the daytime program at Davis. He overheard Maria asking how your party went, and he cried, "Oh my God, is that the bacon party? I heard about that!" You are, apparently, the talk of the town.
Well, it's that--but also--Chuck knows your friend Sunny, who told him about it. Still, I think the story accurately reflects how epic the party was, and you should tell the story as if Chuck and Sunny are complete strangers and word about the party traveled that far due only to its sheer awesomeness.
Now let's move on to how I spent the rest of my weekend: contemplating why we haven't done a lipdub yet. You seem ideally suited for this endeavor. The whimsical costumes, intensive organization and choreography, and preference for 1980s pop hits all scream Sara. There's also that technology-friendly aspect to the project: the lipdub only exists because digital cameras and editing software are readily available and relatively easy to use, and because websites like YouTube are around to serve as a venue. I mean, you should totally do one.
And you should ask me to be in it.
Now when you do this, be persistent. I might feign disinterest at first, but I will secretly be delighted to be included. A little prodding is all it will take for my inner diva to take over: she will need to figure prominently in the video, wear a lot of glitter, and hey, let's just play it safe--go ahead and rent the double-wide trailer for her dressing room. Snoop and his crew will need a place to crash.
Did you notice my excellent use of adverbs in that previous paragraph? Last week, I gave my class a lecture on why they shouldn't write "creep slowly" and other such redundancies, and they of course challenged me, as you did. I then related the story of you scuttling across the room, in an effort to demonstrate how one might "creep quickly," and they thought it was quite hilarious. I can't wait to share your apostrophe comic with them. Boy, do they need it.
Tomorrow, I'm teaching an essay about 30 Rock. It's from a feminist magazine and it talks about how Tina Fey is pushing boundaries and redefining how women are portrayed on television. It explains that in most sitcoms, women with high-power jobs tend to be really demure and eager to please--for example, Mary Tyler Moore and Ally McBeal were successful career women, but they were always kind or kittenish, thus reinforcing the feminine ideal. Liz Lemon, meanwhile, is successful and brainy, but can also be mean, childish, petty, even ugly--in other words, she can be the butt of joke. The article argues this makes her more realistic, and that's part of why we love her. Yay! I'm trying to find a YouTube clip of Lemon buying all the hot dogs from the stand because someone cuts her in line. I wonder if I can get away with us just watching an entire episode on Hulu? Yeah?
Lastly, I have discovered a theme song for your business school self. Put on your business socks and gets down to biz-niz.
Okay, I had to share gossip and what I was doing when I was supposed to be writing, but seriously, I'm imposing a blogbargo until you update! Good luck as you gear up for finals and then: blog it, biatch!
Week-dallying,
Ash
