Invaders In Jail
1. Jean Touitou – I’d never heard of fashion designer Jean Touitou until he appeared in the latest Details magazine (Yeah, I have a subscription). I’m sort of up on the fashion tip, so I’m kind of surprised his name wasn’t familiar to me. Nonetheless, I learned that Jean Touitou is a funny, funny man. Here are some excerpts from his “Follow The Rules” contribution:
- I think it’s very important to look sexy at home. I hate it when people say, “I will take this to the countryside because it’s not fashionable anymore.” I love being well-dressed when nobody’s looking at me.
- If you can tell a man’s sexuality by the way he dresses—like a “gay” uniform or a “macho” uniform—that’s disgusting.
- Nowadays, people work out way too much, and they look like invaders from another planet. A guy who works out two hours a day—focusing on his chest because he thinks it’s sexy—you can’t dress him, even if you send him to the best designer or stylist in the world.
- The rock star who uses a personal stylist to dress him should go to jail. If you’re doing rock and roll, you should know how to dress. You shouldn’t need to hire anybody.
Priceless.
2. Dog Love - Really? Are we really this bored with life? Every night that I work, I stock the book section and I’ve noticed a steady but growing proliferation of books about people – yes, human beings – and their relationship with their pets. What the fuck??!? It’s one thing to follow a dog around and pick up its waste, it’s another to talk about the loving relationship you have with your pet and how it is reciprocated.
Christ.
3. Cutting Detroit – I’ve done a lot of reading about Detroit as of late. Of course, this is in preparation for our humble return from our sojourns to other parts of this land. To me, it seems like Detroit is depressed. Well, not completely. There are tons of naysayers and a mighty throng of “Go Detroit”-ers and what ends up happening with such polarization is that Detroit doesn’t kill itself, nor does it thrive. It survives and cuts itself in the forearms to get someone’s attention.
4. Watching the Mullet Return - Yeah. I’ve arranged for an emergency cut to be performed on Monday morning.
5. Time, Wicked Time – Time flies. It seems so long ago, yet so much like yesterday when my youngest daughter was born. I’ll never forget it – my wife giving birth to her on our couch. Watching her take her first breath. Holding her for her first few hours and bonding. In the last few weeks, Hero has crossed that threshold of non-reader to progressing reader. She’s picking words off of signs, reading Dr. Seuss books to herself, and trying to read along with me as I read to her before bed. It is all a slice of momentous, crushing time with something that we all eventually take for granted – reading and communicating.
The mullet should come back. Hahaha. It would be funny. Everyone would look like a joke.
And also- I love it when Hero reads! Its so cute!
Cas – I am all about the dog love. When it comes right down to it they are so much cooler than humans. I love reading about the special bonds people develop with their pets. It’s something non-animal lovers just don’t get. If it was all about just picking up its waste – why bother with a pet at all?
Oh, I know you are. It’s just a phenomenon I can’t understand. I have the ability to enjoy playing with a dog, petting it and all, but I just cannot fathom moving to some deep psychological relationship with an animal that I can only communicate with on such a primal level. Cats, on the other hand, I’m pretty much done with. I’ve had enough of the puking, sharting, pooping, hair, and smelly food that comes with them. Dogs, well, they’re so cute and needy sometimes – and they’re funner. But, a book?!!?
A (really) good read about Detroit is Coleman Young’s autobiography “Hard Stuff”. I mean, everyone knows he was just as divisive as colorful, but the book covers his growing up through in Black Bottom through Prohibition (and bits on Joe Louis), a nearly complete transcript of the hard time he gave Sen. McCarthy and his Communist witchhunters during investigations, and more. I don’t know how easy it is to find, but I ordered it used from Amazon.
Another good one: “Origins of the Urban Crisis” by Thomas Sugrue.
For all the talk you do about primal drives with food, music, etc… You can’t fathom the importance of a relationship with a pet? To me, sometimes those relationships teach you more about yourself than human ones. Adelaide has pointed out my shortcomings in patience, anger, and lots of other “primal” traits every person attempting to better themselves should work on. That cute pooch is a very important part of my family.
Primal drives for food and music are just that – primal to the person. There’s no conversation outside of what goes on in the mind. I’ll even say that a relationship between a parent and child is primal because one is of the other. Animals in their relationship to man, yes, carry a primal relationship in that humans have used animals for varied purposes from eating to work and for company. What I take issue with, with tongue firmly planted in cheek, is the full-blown genre of books dedicated almost solely to obsessive relationships humans sometimes have with their pets.
Now, I’ve seen you with Adelaide and I know how you’ve grown with her and have learned a lot. That’s great and admirable, especially considering from whence she came. Here, though, in SoCal (and I’m sure other parts of the country are the same) people are downright retarded about their pets. They act like the pets are people, which they are not. All this aside, though, my main gripe is the genre itself. I mean, really, isn’t this just an extension of the self-help or “self-realization” bullshit book craze?
Alright, that’s cool.
Just to let you know. At times, I think my dog is a better conversationalist than quite a lot of people.