02/16/2009
things that start with P
I've been tagged by squib, which means that I'm required by international law to do this meme.
She's given me the letter "P."
Potato: As a dramatic writing major in college, I wrote a play called "Nine of Cups" that took place in a motel on the Jersey Shore. When it was staged as part of a festival called You Hate Me, only one line consistently got laughs --
RACHEL: I could get married again someday.
MARK: And I could be a potato.
I also have a Mii on my friends' Wii named Kartoshke, which is Yiddish for "potato." And this demented potato cartoon is irresistable, don'tcha think?
Pink Hippo Butt:
Pericles: Shakespeare's only play starting with a "P." Definitely Shx's creepiest work ... not Macbeth-creepy or Richard III-creepy, but 'Tis Pity She's a Whore-creepy.
PhD Mobile: My former car, so named because when I went to Nebraska and had the plates changed, the first three letters of my license plate were "PHD." My officemate had the same letters on her plate. Nebraska is obviously the Unintentional Vanity Plate State.
Polish: The language in which part of a chapter of Blueberry Bridesmaids, the book I vanity-published when I was an entirely different person, was written. Especially disconcerting is the fact that I don't recall ever knowing Polish.
Purim: A Jewish holiday that celebrates the reading of the Book of Esther. In Reform synagogues like the one I went to as a kid, everybody dresses up in costume, eats hamentashen, and whirls noisemakers whenever the name "Haman" is mentioned in the reading. In Conservative synagogues like the one SigOther attends, Purim is totally Carnivalesque: the sanctuary has a dance floor, funny images are projected onto a screen during the reading, and prayers are chanted to incorrect melodies. Last year, the rabbi chanted Kaddish to the melody of "Thunder Road" and we all realized how suspiciously similar the two melodies are.
Posthumanism: The topic about which I should be writing an essay right now. Instead, I am writing a list of things that start with P.
I'm not tagging anyone because I don't have regular readers, so if you want a letter, please comment and I'll give you one.
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How frustrating! I can't read the words on the truck. What is the hippo bum all about?
I really like that line from your play :)
Posted by: squib | 02/16/2009
The text on the top is just a list of cities: New York, Philadelphia, Washington DC, etc ... on the bottom is the name of the company, Party Rental Ltd, their phone number and URL: http://partyrentalltd.com/
I was behind this truck for several miles on the way home from work one day and was compelled to snap a picture with my phone because no one would believe that there was a pink hippo butt in front of me otherwise. ;)
Posted by: PrimroseRoad | 02/16/2009
PR surely it was a sign that you should use them for your wedding reception?!
Posted by: squib | 02/16/2009
Hi there,
I love the demented potato cartoon! It's infectiously funny.
A group of people tried to organise a conference on posthumanism at my old uni a year or two ago but the head of the department wouldn't let them because he felt it would mean they were declaring the department, Humanities, dead. He really missed the point :)
Posted by: Kettle | 02/17/2009
Kettle, I think that's one of the biggest obstacles to "doing posthumanism" in a humanities department. I have several places in an article I'm working on in which I call it "post- (but not anti-) humanism" so as not to accidentally kill the humanities. ;)
Posted by: PrimroseRoad | 02/18/2009
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