Friday, October 22, 2004

 
Today I saw a girl in a jean jacket which is pretty unremarkable considering this is the year of denim and wearing outdoor glasses inside.

What was remarkable about it was that on her left sleeve was a dark blue heart drawn with a sharpie. All of the terrible 'punk' lyrics I had written when I was younger (Someone is going to post : 'Younger?') came flooding back. Earnestness isn't that terrible or embarassing though.

Rapping about things you don't know, regrettably, is. I had a band/hip gop group called the Dead Fish. I'm not sure where I got the idea that was a good moniker, maybe De La Soul is Dead had just come out, I'm not sure. Regardless I and my friend, Stephen Fiefield, started a band called the Dead Fish in which we rapped about cops and going to Woodstock.

I have no idea why I thought rapping about hippies was a good idea. The only thing I can think of is that at the time they, and Woodstock, were the only counter-culture symbols I understand to even the tiniest of degrees. Just like repeating Kids in the Hall jokes that I didn't understand (I had no idea what menstruation was until I was about 13, but I had been repeating Kids in the Hall jokes on the topic for about 2 years previous to that), I thought that it would endear me to older, cooler people who in my grade five mind was obviously, Mike Morrison.

In typical elementary school drama I walked off the stage during our performance in front of our class because we made too many mistakes (something I would not care about in the bands to follow, obviously) and I was promptly kicked out.

 
When I was taking Social Pyschology we touched on the Matching Hypothesis which essentially states that people will be attracted to those who are equally as physically attractive as themselves.

There would always be accompanying photos or videos that would show a couple blissfully in love with one another. He'd be the typically gawky poindexter and she'd be the one with the (how do I say this...) pudding face and unflattering jogging pants.

How do they go about asking people to be involved in such a shoot?

Hey there's two woofs, let's go smash their illusion of true love. Good news guys, you can both can do better!

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