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Brief sketches from a strange day
Feb. 4th, 2009 07:59 pmI think everyone who becomes a teacher knows at some point that he or she will have to teach a sex ed lesson to a bunch of 13- and 14-year-olds, but I had no idea it would happen so soon in my career.
By utter chance, I ended up here today. I must be looking respectable and authoritative these days, even with my Soviet hat and skull mittens on a string, because lately whenever I go to a protest, random people want to interview me for the news. Today was especially strange, as I was like one of three non-Tamil people there, and obviously knew less than anyone else that could be plucked from the crowd.
But anyway, they were insanely happy at the idea of a non-Tamil joining in on the protest, so happy that it brought tears to my eyes because people who are currently scared shitless that their friends and relatives are being massacred in Sri Lanka were coming up to me and thanking me. Unreal.
Hundreds of people are being killed every day over there. It barely makes the news unless something like tonight's protest shuts down parts of the city.
On the way home, a nice young man on the subway who wanted bar recommendations in my neighbourhood asked me if I was old enough to drink. I suspect he was just flirting, but it still made me smile.
I'm on my annual Brecht/Weill kick, so please recommend to me your favourite covers of Brecht/Weill songs. I clearly don't have enough on my iTunes and it's the best commuting music ever.
Here is my least favourite Brecht/Weill cover ever, and high-octane nightmare fuel:
You can reset your brain afterwards with my favourite Brecht/Weill cover ever.
By utter chance, I ended up here today. I must be looking respectable and authoritative these days, even with my Soviet hat and skull mittens on a string, because lately whenever I go to a protest, random people want to interview me for the news. Today was especially strange, as I was like one of three non-Tamil people there, and obviously knew less than anyone else that could be plucked from the crowd.
But anyway, they were insanely happy at the idea of a non-Tamil joining in on the protest, so happy that it brought tears to my eyes because people who are currently scared shitless that their friends and relatives are being massacred in Sri Lanka were coming up to me and thanking me. Unreal.
Hundreds of people are being killed every day over there. It barely makes the news unless something like tonight's protest shuts down parts of the city.
On the way home, a nice young man on the subway who wanted bar recommendations in my neighbourhood asked me if I was old enough to drink. I suspect he was just flirting, but it still made me smile.
I'm on my annual Brecht/Weill kick, so please recommend to me your favourite covers of Brecht/Weill songs. I clearly don't have enough on my iTunes and it's the best commuting music ever.
Here is my least favourite Brecht/Weill cover ever, and high-octane nightmare fuel:
You can reset your brain afterwards with my favourite Brecht/Weill cover ever.
