I mentioned the other day that I keep getting told I'm Jewish. It's kind of amusing, given the anti-semitism that was so rampant among many of the ukrainians I grew up around (i'm not excluding family members in that, either).
Anyway, apparently Gmail is convinced I'm a bike-carrying member of the Church of Jesus Christ of the Latter-Day Saints. This Ad link was up today on my inbox:
1) This came across via an old friend's Facebook wall. Something about Serge Gainsbourg that reminds me that I have to stop causing so much trouble in my own bedroom:
Aw. Remember when Whitney was wholesome and naive? Apparently it wasn't Bobby that ruined her - we can always blame the French.
2) I heard Armand van Helden's I Want your Soul for the first time at Sleaze Ball, hanging out with a couple of guys who are fast becoming close friends of mine. The track stuck in my head, and I've been trying to work out what it is - it took a trip to the Colombian to find out, typically.
Anyway, all this is to say that I've found the video clip of Siedah Garrett's Do You Want it Right Now - the song that AVH samples in IWYS:
Then again, what time of year isn't self-indulgent?
Oh, that's right: Yom Kippur. Then again, being the good Jew* that I am, I observe my birthday more regularly.
Also, having the wonderful good friends that I do**, I'm always asked what they should get me. So, at Lady M's specific instruction, I have updated my Amazon wishlist in the leadup to my twenty-nth birthday.
Here it is people. * By Jew, I mean "Ukrainian ex-Catholic middle-class poofter". Strangely enough, even a lot of Jewish people seem not to understand the difference. I had a few young hasidic kids throwing off Shaloms to me on Friday at Bondi Junction Westfield. Maybe it's cos Hasidism started up in Ukraine? ** This part is true.
Maybe it was the substances I'd ingested, or the fact I'd just been partying for 11 hours straight, but her rendition of Kiss Your Mama (official vid clip below) at Sleaze was fantastic. Would've loved to see her close out the party with a couple more songs, tho...
2) I could be so disgusted by a play that I would walk out of it
I went to see the STC run of Don's Party at the Opera House last night. Halfway through the first act, I found myself feeling the most intense case of cultural cringe such that I had to step out of the theatre.
Now, admittedly, it could have been just from watching an STC play - I'm such a theatre snob that I rarely can stomach the 'mainstream' companies. Personally, I'm more comfortable with an amateur company that ambitiously attempts a new play and fails than watching a big company (like Sydney Theatre Company) do yet another ho-hum interpretation of another 'iconic' Australian playwright.
Couple that with my general dislike of anything related to Australian culture between 1940 and 1990, and I pretty much set myself up. The funny thing, is that a) I've always wanted to see Don's Party performed, and b) I ended up enjoying the second act a lot better than the first, after an intermission-time discussion about my reaction.
