the culture clash.

There is a long list of things I’m bad at (though being afraid of looking ignorant for ending a sentence with a preposition is not one of them). I don’t paint walls with much attention to detail or care for neatness, evidenced by the “eh, seems close enough” taping style here:

I have horrible timing while telling jokes. I can’t shoot a pool ball without it sputtering across the table in an unintended direction. I am hopeless at falling asleep on planes or in the car. I look very unnatural in casual games of soccer, as can be seen below.

I am also bad at TV. I can get excited about an upcoming show and will dutifully set my DVR for it, but most often the show will languish, abandoned and unwatched. In the rare chance that I do sit down and tune in, it’s basically a given that I’ll be deep in text conversation with someone, or playing Words with Friends, or painting my nails, or doing pretty much anything but paying attention. I never watch shows when they’re actually airing because commercials grate on me too much.

While this means that I miss out on lots of water cooler chat at the office and that I can’t contribute to any Twitter conversation about Dexter/Revenge/Modern Family, what makes me most sad is that I can’t enjoy today’s blog in its entirety. I LOVE the concept, and there are plenty of posts that I do recognize, but for once I wish I were better at watching the tube. I hope the rest of you more devoted  so you can appreciate it all.

Slaughterhouse 90210 takes images from TV shows or movies and attaches a quotation from a famous literary work to them. It’s a similar concept to this blog in that it takes snippets from different cultural/temporal settings and puts them together in an unexpected and insightful way. Here are some that I think most everyone will recognize.

“I can normally tell how intelligent a man is by how stupid he thinks I am.”
—Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses

“New friends can often have a better time together than old friends.”
—F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night

“Family love is messy, clinging, and of an annoying and repetitive pattern, like bad wallpaper.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

“Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.”
— D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover

“She discovered with great delight that one does not love one’s children just because they are one’s children but because of the friendship formed while raising them.”
— Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

“‘There’s a look little girls have who are adored by their fathers,’ Bea said. ‘It’s that facial expression of being totally impervious to the badness of the world. If they can keep that look into their twenties, they’re pretty much okay, they’ve got a force field around them.’”

—Maile Meloy, Both Ways Is the Only Way I Want It

“Gentle reader, may you never feel what I then felt! May your eyes never shed such stormy, scalding, heart-wrung tears as poured from mine. May you never appeal to Heaven in prayers so hopeless and so agised as in that hour left my lips: for never may you, like me, dread to be the instrument of evil to what you wholly love.”
— Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

Slaughterhouse 90210 is great for anyone who likes a side of snob with their pop culture, and it’s making me seriously consider putting More TV Time on my New Year’s Resolutions for 2012.

(Images courtesy of Lucy and Slaughterhouse 90210)

12 thoughts on “the culture clash.

  1. If I were going to put a literary quote under the picture of your attempt to play soccer…it would be something cliche/inspirational about failure/success. like so:

    “All you need in this life is ignorance and confidence; then success is sure. ”
    ― Mark Twain

    Not sure if I agree with Mark, but it was his 176th birthday yesterday. So I thought I’d throw him some love.

  2. OT, but what were we thinking in the 80s/early 90s? Those mullets are out of control! Did any woman find a man with turquoise and fuschia patterned shirt attractive? No wonder those kids had no mother. My eyes hurt.

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