I kept looking for this – and suddenly, here it is! 1984, Rickie Lee Jones, The Real End. It’s not quite how I remember it, but it’s still marvelous.
I was remembering it as a single long shot – I didn’t remember how many cuts there are. Still a great example of a moving-down-the-street video. And what a voice! I saw Jones once live in Atlanta – was it at Chastain? Sounds likely!
further: I think she was partnered with Lyle Lovett the first time I saw him? The Large Band tour was without anyone else, I think.
This was a rare TUESDAY start – and my classes are MWF. So today I mainly fiddled with syllabus decisions and getting all of my first year students into a fourth class (don’t let the perfect schedule be the enemy of the good!).
I told a lawyer friend the other day he ought to get ahead of the curve and put hangtag fliers on the doors of all the fraternities. There’s going to be big money in this. I just hope the inevitable lawsuits don’t shut these Colleges down – we’re not really rich.
I have already offered to write a check to my library to purchase the series as it comes out, if no department wants to fund them.
But isn’t it interesting that some of these so-called classics are restricted to their original language? I’m sure that means they are NOT literary classics – only really, really interesting texts from a single linguistic tradition.
For instance, Beowulf is available in multiple European languages, at least. The Judith? No idea, interesting though it is.
I am quite certain that a text called a Classic has to penetrate languages other than its original, in translation and commentary.
Yesterday mama and I drove up from Chattanooga to Fairfax County – we had Second Christmas last night (hmm – I have to rearrange my countertop again. What IS it with my sister and small appliances? Not that I’m not grateful for a new coffee maker, but there was something nice and compact about burr grinder + french press. Oh well – easier clean up now and 10 cups!).
I have discovered the perfect lazy uncle’s way to buy Christmas gifts other than cash or boring gift cards. I buy a few little things for everyone (a Fear the Beard thermal mug for my nephew Mitchell, for instance) then offer to buy them up to $50 of whatever they want at whatever store they like (Target, sporting goods, or the mall). I try to make it separate trips, so it makes for a fun morning or afternoon with each of them.
Time for some museums (I hope to drag the nephs and nieces to the Philips), some big NYE celebration, and some assorted family time.
I’m going home to Chattanooga for the holidays and I have to take a tie.
Why is that unusual? Well, for 20 years or so I never took a tie to Chattanooga – I counted on my father’s collection, and often took the ties back home with me. But now I have all of Daddy’s ties – the John Tinkler Neckwear Collection (there are actually some cravats in there, too!).
So, I have to pack a couple of ties to visit Mama.
One of the first efforts in my course on Islamic art and architecture is to convince the students that figurative art is not prohibited in Islam. I make them chant “at some times, in some regions, and in some contexts figurative art was prohibited.” Maybe it sinks in.
Someday perhaps I will remember to add 15 minutes to recipe prep time when I read 1/2 cup brown sugar. It always takes me at least that long to render my brown sugar pliable with various moist towel in the microwave tricks.