Friday, October 10, 2008

Not a beginner

girl: You are in Baton aren't you?
my Niece: Yes.
girl: What is your name?
my Niece: Naomi.
girl: Hi Naomi, I'm Sophia.
my Niece: Oh.

Me: Sophia, how long have you been in Baton?
Sophia: This is my 2nd year.
Me: How do you like it?
Sophia: Oh, I love it.
Me: Do you like being in the parades?
Sophia: Well, I have never done that, but this year I am part of combos. The combos get to go a lot more than the beginners.

my Niece: "Well, I started yesterday so I'm not a beginner now."

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on marriage

'Will you, um, marry me?' I haven't seen you in weeks! You don't look happy or excited about the prospect of our marriage! You're asking me to give up my - my freedom, my joie de vivre for an institution that fails as often as it succeeds? And why should I marry you anyway? I mean, why do you wanna marry me? Besides some bourgeois desire to fulfill an ideal that society embeds in us from an early age to promote a consumer capitalist agenda?