Still White After All These Years

Alternate Title: This Post Is About 1.5 Years Late According To Trend Curves

Last night, after having dinner with a friend of mine, I was driving home and listening to NPR.  (I was listening to NPR because my trusty iPod wasn’t working correctly.  It was frozen and I couldn’t get it to budge at all.  I tried all the reset procedures I knew and I couldn’t get it to do anything, so I decided to just let it run out of batteries and I’d mess with it the morning.  No big deal.)  I try to be one of those people who listen to NPR all the time, but I’m not very good at it.  Any time NPR is broadcasting the program “The World” or overtly dwelling on happenings I don’t understand (read: financial crisis, politics in foreign countries) I tend to move on.  I’m not super proud of the fact that I can only listen to about 45 seconds of Real News before I’ve hit my daily quota, but there it is.  It’s the truth.  Last night, however, this was not the case.  Last night they were broadcasting an interview (on Fresh Air?) with none other than Spike Jonze Himself, and they were talking about The Movie That Will End All Movies: Where The Wild Things Are.  I’ve been trying to swallow my excitement about this movie; it’s not like WTWTA was even one of the few books that I strongly associate with my childhood.  Any one who has been with me while any of the WTWTA commercials have played on TV, though, knows better than to think that I’m not totally pumped about it.  I totally leak tears every single time any one of the commercials play.  Yesterday I teared up just because I caught a few flashes of a commercial as I was zooming through a show on my DVR.  That’s right. Stills from Where The Wild Things Are make me cry. SHUT UP.

Zack called me as I was pulling onto the highway.  What are you doing, he wanted to know?

I replied saying: Well, I’m driving down the road in my fuel conscious vehicle, listening to NPR, elated because Spike Jonze is talking about Where The Wild Things Are, having just finished eating Sushi at a Mod Restaurant with my friend (who loves grammar and introduced me to Mad Men) who is about to get a Divorce.

COULD I GET ANY WHITER? NO I ABSOLUTELY COULD NOT.

Then, this morning I was plugging my iPod into my iMac to upload my latest Indie Music download when I realized that last night when I thought my iPod was frozen?  Yeah, what really happened is that my iPod was locked, and I tried for 30 minutes to get it to act right, all while never bothering to slide the button on the bottom into the “unlock” position.  So whatever White Person Credit I’d build up the night before with all my Sushi and Grammar and Always Carrying A Moleskin In My Purse got totally obliterated this morning when I realized that I clearly still don’t know how to work my own mp3 player.