“At one point during the monologues “Mary” (born Greta) had a seizure — a real seizure. She fell to the ground with one of those very real thuds and started to convulse. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen someone have a seizure but it is horrifying, and the etymology of being “seized” by some other force suddenly seemed inarguable. Because this was a movement class, we were used people doing weird shit all the time, and of course, moving in bizarre ways was essentially one of the tenets outlined in the course syllabus. But unless this was a social power-play from “Mary” who wasn’t much known for stealing the spotlight, this was something that was happening in the real world that all of a sudden the characters in “our” world had to deal with.”
“4. The glow.
I probably don’t need to explain this. (Do I?)”
Sound of the City | Six Reasons Why Your Phone Is Probably Ruining Your Concert Experience (And Everyone Else’s)
Maura, as usual, is entirely spot-on here.
I’ve had a rant brewing for years about amateur (read: point-and-shoot) concert photography, which maybe I should’ve gotten out of my system at some point before smart-phone use came along and expanded and intensified all of those annoyances, because the headline I had in mind was, I think, pretty good: “BLINDED BY THE SHITE.” Though maybe it’s still usable, because damn iPhone flashes are BRIGHT.
One upside to people texting/checking Twitter/whatever during concerts is this, though: They have less time to talk to each other!
“Male writers like them because they have this sneaking suspicion that writing is not the most masculine profession. This is why you have so much idiotic behavior among male writers. There are more male writers who own guns than any other profession except police officers.”
Paris Review - A Humorist at Work, Fran Lebowitz (via michelledean)
She’s talking about word processors, here. This makes a little bit of sense to me. When I was 13 or so my grandparents gave me their old word processor, which you could use as both a typewriter but also with a really rudimentary digital monitor, and even though my family had an actual computer I almost preferred the word processor because it sounded like a machine gun firing when I typed on it. It was hard to write at night because of that. Either way I think maybe the working-with-machines aspect of writing applies to more than just dudes, or at least just also to teenaged girls. Writing on my word processor felt so much more legit than writing in my diary/journal/gurnal.