October 9, 2007
Rosie Breaks Her Silence!
I see on the headlines of the "News" page that Rosie is "breaking her silence."
I never realized that she was being silent. She always seems to be saying something or other, and I don't even follow this sort of thing.
What does she do for a living, besides being offended? I know she was on the Estrogen Hour show, but she was already famous for being a...what? Offended Person?
Same with that Gabor person: Zsa Zsa. What exactly does she do for a living, other than being famous and colorful?
At least Gabor seems to have a personality. Rosie, on the other hand, seems more like the typical loudmouthed drunk at the local wymmyns biker bar.
Anyway, you might think that I have some axe to grind against Rosie, and I really don't. She is fairly easy to ignore, even though she seems to pop up everywhere, as do Angelina and Britney, poor Britney. At the supermarket last Friday, Angelina seemed to be leading the count, although Britney gets more online coverage. And please note, that I don't read the articles, I am only noticing the headlines.
Furthermore, I am not all that interested in popular culture as some barometer or other. I know people who use that excuse to lap up the scandal du jour, but I have never been one to buy claims of irony or detached observation. I remember years ago someone pretending to be bemused while listening to disco and saying, "you are not detached. You really like this crap and you ought to be ashamed."
When she protested, I pointed out that deep down she realized that I was right, otherwise, why the pretense of detachment?
No, I am not attempting to gauge the culture (a five second glance tells us all we need to know there), nor do I have even an ironic interest in this crap. I just find it impossible to escape noticing it. It engulfs us.
You protest too much, Keilholtz.
Perhaps, and perhaps I should work up some indignation, the way I do when some twit plays Bach on the piano. But, you know, I cannot even get worked up over the tribute to John Lennon that I can hear on the radio next door.
"Imagine, there's no hippies.
It's easy if you try."
And that makes me think of my own arrangement to "If I had a hammer..."
"I'd hammer the hippies,
I'd hammer the commies,
I'd pound them aaaaaallllllll!"
Yes, yes, the weather is getting gray and cold. How'd you guess?
On the bright note, Amalia just got 100% on her math test. She will be crossing the mid-year point this week.
You see, one of the things that scared me about homeschooling was math. I was good at math. I just seemed to get it, and did not require a lot of explanation. Naturally, I feared that since no one had to explain the concepts to me very slowly, I would be a disaster at teaching math.
Well, usually life throws you curve balls, but sometimes they cancel each other out. My daughter seems to share my ability with math. And, when you think about it, math really is pretty easy to explain, when I have to (for instance, introducing a new topic). So, not only am I finding the teaching of math pretty easy, but I have a daughter who requires fairly little actual instruction to figure it out. Yippeee!
Now, art, that is something else. Teaching art petrifies me. Too many stories of artist fathers crushing the creative spirit. I will teach other kids, no problem, but teaching Amalia art is scary.
And speaking of which, lunch is half over, and I had planned on spending most of my own lunch hour in siesta. If I were to go now, I would only have half the lunch hour to take in the laundry and then maybe only get fifteen minutes of siesta, which would be perfect normally, but I was hoping for a half hour.
Alas. I have got to learn to put the book down at night (this particular book being Donna Tartt's The Secret History).