feel the magic, hear the roar!

i just watched a guy do an - R&B - version of "i can't make you love me" by bonnie raitt on showtime at the apollo --- very awesome, lots of "runs."

tv is NOT awesome. i turn it off NOW... liz's middle school memories AND bonnie raitt conspire to remind me of this weird alpha male face-off that took place in my kindergarden class, between arthur lord and andrew laird. {{{ wait, that's a little heavy on the symbolism... it was more like a 'who has more girls who like them' thing }}}

anyway, andrew and arthur went around collecting names for who liked the mets and who liked the yankees (new york baseball teams), and depending on which team you liked, that showed which boy you liked. weird, right? since when do kindergardeners give a shit about baseball OR liking? there was a lot of nebulous childhood sexuality floating around at [progressive greenwich village school], in any case. i heard rumors in first grade that kate and anson (both rich WASPy kids) were having *sex* during recess in these big green boxes we got to play in. SCANDAL!

i had a friend, adam, who i had play dates with and i remember we once pretended to be two of the thundercats (lion-o and cheetarah, i guess) on a romantic date. i mean nothing heavy, but still. bottom line, progressive schools are dirty! oh, bonnie raitt reminded me of this because "let's give them something to talk about" was arthur's favorite song. he left the school pretty early because his dad had a breakdown and they moved to virginia. before that, me and this girl austen and him were kind of a tight little club on the school yard.

sorry about how link intensive this post is. i don't know what my problem is. i guess if you sit in front of a computer like a dork, you start behaving like a dork.