My Beautiful Wickedness


The Origin of Love…
February 15, 2009, 9:51 pm
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It’s been an unusual weekend. I’ve had a lot of quiet time (Kid is sick with something that gave her a deep cough and a light body rash — she’s napping a lot, which is very unusual for her because she’s a high-energy kid) to read and think and write and watch films. I graded and made up tests and all (my Facebook entry didn’t lie — I really have been working all day), but I also got to go out to lunch on Friday at this restaurant (but mercifully, they must have shot the Hammond organist performing light jazz before we got there). The food was so good that you sucked it up about the overpricing issue and just enjoyed. Their wine list was nothing special so we left it alone.

I spent part of the evening watching podcast history lectures — I’m trying to improve my lecture construction so that I’ll be more effective and so I’m watching some of the better teachers in the profession do their thing and see if I can figure out some common threads. I should have been doing that during my sabbatical, but better late than never. I read an biography of LM Montgomery (passable), a non-fiction book about a college president enrolling as a freshman at St. John’s in their Great Books program, and then that lead me to reread Plato’s Symposium because it seemed an appropriate time of year to do that. (Yes, if I get a quiet house, I read very quickly.) That led me to remember this song, which is a brief retelling of Aristophanes’ contribution to the dinner party that night:

I watched three films this weekend. First, Kid had never seen Sabrina, so we showed her the Hepburn/Bogart version. Perfect. Then, after she went to bed on Friday, we watched This is Spinal Tap. It’s twenty-five years old this year…and I think I haven’t aged well, since it was funny but not nearly as funny as I thought it was in 1984. On Saturday night, we watched Team America (fuck yeah). (I blame Betsy for this. She talked about the over-the-top puppet sex scene that Stone and Parker had filmed far more graphically with the expectation that they’d have to tone it down…had to see me some marionette sex, which turned out to be about as sexy and hilarious as banging Barbies and Kens together and making grunting noises.) It was about what I expected — funny (c’mon, the parody of Rent was good, as was some of the cringe-worthy Bruckheimeresque dialogue and Kim Jong Il singing a Paul Williams song about his anomie — oh, and the self-referential song explaining why you use a montage during the montage) but it went on about 50 minutes too long. It was an HBO short that ballooned into a feature length film.

I ended the weekend in a huge discussion with my nerd-girl daughter about DC versus Marvel comics and the history of comic books before there were graphic novels. Because kids have to know these things, right?

So, yeah. I’m a dork. A Plato-reading, puppet sex-watching, lecture listening, paper grading dork.

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bridgett:

The restaurant looks interesting, but the prices for some things, like the burgers, are off the charts–unless they include fries or some other side.

Me likee song.

Comment by democommie

You and your nerd-girl daughter might enjoy The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, a novel sort of based on a sort of fantasy version of Stan and Jack from Marvel, with a lot of insight into why we love superheroes. And their sidekicks. Well, maybe your daughter might like it better in a couple of years, as it’s looooong. But I think you’d like it now.

Comment by nm

Yes, fries, bread, salad, etc comes with. I had the prime rib sandwich and it was plenty for two meals.

Kid has gotten my “reading fast, long attention span” habit — the average books she reads are around 400 or 500 pages. I think once they get loosed in the Harry Potter, they feel contempt for books that don’t sprawl richly in time, place, and character. I’ll try to pick up a copy at the library and have it around the house; she sometimes will just pick things up from the couch that I’m reading and I’ll then read her book until we swap back.

Comment by bridgett

I should mention that the book expects the reader to be aware that some of its characters engage in sexual intercourse, and deals with some homophobia, so if that’s a not-at-her-age thing for her, it may not be for her yet. But it’s mostly about people creating comic books.

Comment by nm

I spent the weekend cleaning. And now that I’m on vacation, I’m still cleaning…

Comment by Patti

Ok is the daughter a DC, comic person a Marvel person or neither….

Comment by imfunny2

It’s weird. She doesn’t read comic books (thinks they are too short and the plots too simple) and for the most part, she’s too young for graphic novels because they are…uh, graphic. So mainly she is accumulating information so that she can have spirited conversations with her classmates because of the coming release of the Watchmen. It’s hard to understand either parody or homage if you don’t know anything about the source. I think she leans DC.

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