Day three 

Day three was not immediately apparent. Then we noticed we both had vegetables on our shirt. Hers says “Nelson and Murdock: Avocadoes at Law,” while mine references the kitchen kaberet. 

  

Day two

Technically, we went to universal on day two, but Disney day two was agent Carter. (Her shirt says, “I know my worth”)

  

DisneyWorld pics

Susan and I coordinated our tshirts every day. I think it worked well. See below:

  
Day one: hydra

Confederate Flag musings

Over the last month, the national discussion around the acceptability of so-called Confederate flag and all its accoutrements has captivated me. Having attended the University of Mississippi during a time of not-quite upheaval that led to some much needed soul searching about the symbols of the school, I am kind of taken aback by how little resistance Southern pols have put up in the face of public outcry in the wake of the massacre in the Emanuel AME Church. They have folded easier than a card table. However, I also am awed by how much activists fail to comprehend how ingrained The mythology of the Confederacy truly is in the South.  I’ll grant that Oxford, MS is pretty much ground zero for this mythologizing, but I think my experiences may add some context to just how Sisyphean the struggle to eliminate vestiges of the Confederacy is. 

I arrived at the University of Mississippi in the fall of 1996, as a grad student in Southern Studies. It didn’t take long to realize that campus was basically an Old South theme park. It wasn’t so much the Confederate monument, the neo classical buildings, or even the hoop skirt and Confedrate grey clad coeds riding around campus on flat bed trailers during Old South Days, though those surely helped establish the theme. More than anything though, there was a sense that everything was colored by the lens of the Old South, all the time. Every part of the Oxford and the University was all about the South, all the time, always. Except the parts that weren’t. 

The year before I got there, the college had hired a new Chancellor, Robert Khayat, who had been a place kicker for the Rebels and had played in the NFL for, somewhat ironically, given his politics, the Washington Redskins. He was also of Arabic descent. Khayat was ambitious and forward thinking and was vocal about wanting to modernize the University. Soon after I got there, I joined several of my classmates, including future food writer John T Edge, in an organization with the goal of commemorating Ole Miss’ role in the Civil Rights movement. At our first meeting, we were told that, the previous spring, Phi Beta Kappa had declined UM’s application with a single sentence, “Deal with your history.”

To be continued…

Tai Lopez 

why isn’t the ad the video that he’s pimping on his website?

Helen Keller said, “Optimism.”

Busy week

we’ve seen three plays in the last 8 days. I will be posting brief reviews and videos of representative performances over the next couple days. Consider yourself warned. 

Found poem

I call this found poem “The Five Mentors, or Optimism: A complete and total lack of self awareness.” Long title, but so worth it. 

Tai Lopez, everyone. 

Stephen foster

I went to see the Cincinnati Pops Friday. It was a tribute to Stephen Foster. Thor song below pretty much brought the house down. It feels so contemporary like it could have been a Karen Carpenter or Burt Bacharach song. Have a listen.

Also, Dom Flemons of Carolina Chocolate Drops was there.

This is seriously egged up

Doll doctors are apparently a thing. I’m kind of shocked by how earnest this report is.

I also went to see this over the holidays

It’s called Striking 12, and I saw it in Newport. It’s a kind of mashup of Hans Christian Andersen’s The Little Match Girl and a story about contemporary NYE malaise and self loathing. I really liked the music and the lead guy reminded me of a dude I work with. There was a moment where it got dangerously meta, with the cast commenting about the roles each played. Did not want. This was the fault of the play and not the performers, though. The show only ran about an hour and 15 minutes, so the meta part seemed like filler.

It also taught me that the moral of the little match girl is that God’s an asshole.

Here’s a sample: