my eyelash hurts
First, two remarks, one longish and one short:
1.) I just finished watching Kill Bill, and I have to say I was often bored, sometimes amused, and largely unimpressed. And yet...I still think Lucy Liu is really great. She's so cool she surpasses the idiocy of the movies she chooses to do. (I say this, however, without having seen Charlie's Angels. Neither of them. And it's not something I'll subject myself to just to see if Liu stays cool.) But Liu's probably really regretting having done Kill Bill, since in one of her subtitles there was a flagrant misuse of "whom" (where it should have been "who"). She probably said it right in Japanese and didn't even know her grammar had been sabotaged until she saw the movie at, like, the premiere.
2.) Selling books on Amazon.de is a ripoff.
And now, more travel plans:
Tomorrow I'm headed back to Cologne for a meeting of the Fulbright TAs who are part of the new diversity program. There are 19 others in schools like mine, with high percentages of students with immigrant backgrounds. I'll be gone till Thursday. I really hope it's worthwhile, cause I'm missing one, maybe two ballet classes and one of my Women in Islamic Countries classes. But if it does turn out to be worth the trip, it should be pretty interesting, and maybe get me jump-started on my project. We'll see.
Finally, an addendum to my former post of Weird/Funny Things I Saw On The Way To Kreuzberg:
It was Halloween, and in one store window there were fake spiderwebs strung up and a couple of those plastic gravestones, and the final touch was the disembodied limbs and heads and such strewn throughout the scene. Here's the thing, though: they weren't the fake disembodied limbs you can buy at Halloween stores. They were mannequin parts. I hope you understand why this struck me as funny. Not plastic blood and gore, but nicely formed arms and legs, some complete with painted nails, and smiling faces on heads with no bodies. Why spend money on Halloween props when you can just disassemble a store display for a day or two? Well played, I say.
1.) I just finished watching Kill Bill, and I have to say I was often bored, sometimes amused, and largely unimpressed. And yet...I still think Lucy Liu is really great. She's so cool she surpasses the idiocy of the movies she chooses to do. (I say this, however, without having seen Charlie's Angels. Neither of them. And it's not something I'll subject myself to just to see if Liu stays cool.) But Liu's probably really regretting having done Kill Bill, since in one of her subtitles there was a flagrant misuse of "whom" (where it should have been "who"). She probably said it right in Japanese and didn't even know her grammar had been sabotaged until she saw the movie at, like, the premiere.
2.) Selling books on Amazon.de is a ripoff.
And now, more travel plans:
Tomorrow I'm headed back to Cologne for a meeting of the Fulbright TAs who are part of the new diversity program. There are 19 others in schools like mine, with high percentages of students with immigrant backgrounds. I'll be gone till Thursday. I really hope it's worthwhile, cause I'm missing one, maybe two ballet classes and one of my Women in Islamic Countries classes. But if it does turn out to be worth the trip, it should be pretty interesting, and maybe get me jump-started on my project. We'll see.
Finally, an addendum to my former post of Weird/Funny Things I Saw On The Way To Kreuzberg:
It was Halloween, and in one store window there were fake spiderwebs strung up and a couple of those plastic gravestones, and the final touch was the disembodied limbs and heads and such strewn throughout the scene. Here's the thing, though: they weren't the fake disembodied limbs you can buy at Halloween stores. They were mannequin parts. I hope you understand why this struck me as funny. Not plastic blood and gore, but nicely formed arms and legs, some complete with painted nails, and smiling faces on heads with no bodies. Why spend money on Halloween props when you can just disassemble a store display for a day or two? Well played, I say.
