I’ll be keeping track of my thoughts on Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris here so that when I finish the book, I’ll have some ideas as to what I should write my essay on. What recent high school graduate does a voluntary study journal? The neurotic sort who has recently been English-starved.
“Though it probably has its moments, the average day spent in hiding is bound to beat the average day spent in prison.”
Literally, yes. Metaphorically, no. If he were being literal, I would just look over this without thinking another thought conversly to this simple statement. Metaphorically, getting ‘caught’ is not as bad as the fear and the waiting that claw at your back while you’re just trying to exist. (Boring essay with no facts or evidence, just simply opinion. Not good for my needs.)
“To this day, I prefer to believe that inside every television there lives a community of versatile, thumb-size actors trained to portray everything from a thoughtful newscaster to the wife of a millionaire stranded on a desert island.”
YES YES YES. I remember when life was magical and full of wonder. Science and discovery and learning have just ruined my appreciation for everything from trees to wind to pasteries to sentence structure. Knowledge is good, but too much knowledge appears to suck the life out of some, licking their bones clean. (This probably would be a bad thesis for my essay for the Honors College.)
” ‘I’m thinking of parcelling off portions of my brain,’ I once told her. ‘I’m not talking about having anything surgically removed, I’d just like to divide it into lots and lease it out so that people could say, “I’ve got a house in Raleigh, a cottage in Myrtle Beach, and a little hideaway inside a visionary’s head.”’ “
We all sell parts of our brains to people, places, ideas, thoughts, dreams. It’s sort of ridiculous to think about. Who or what owns most of my brain? What owns your brain? I think this is an idea that does not seem very profitable, but it is certainly laughable and cute, but more importantly, it makes me evaluate my thoughts.
“The art world was our conceptual oyster, and we ate it raw.”
This just makes me want to say, “FUCKYEAH SEAKING!” but not much else. I could expand upon this, but it would dissolve to a bitchy titter in about twelve seconds.
“As a leader, it was his fate to be punished for having the very qualities we admired in the first place.”
“If the piece failed to work, it was their fault, not yours.”
“This is a new and brighter world, in which I am free to hurry along, celebrating my remarkable ability to walk, to run.”
Things to remember.
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