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April 15, 2008
Overheard in Chattanooga
One of my on-campus jobs involves great quantities of scanning books, mostly books about ancient Hebrews who did this or that. To get this accomplished, I have to go to a building that houses, amongst other things, the interior design department, as they have the best scanners.
As I was coming up the stairs with my giant bag of books-about-Hebrews this morning, I encountered two girls coming down. One was laden with a bag almost the size of my own duffle-like bag, although hers was decorated with a chicken pox of Chanel logos. The two girls were discussing the impending return to their parents houses after finals, while tossing their overly-highlighted hair.
Girl With Highlights: So, like, they were telling me how it's only 90 degrees there, BUT, it feels like, like 100!
Chanel Girl: Oh I know! Like, my parents live in Nashville and the weather has been really great there too, and, like, they said MY POOL IS READY!!!
Both Girls: [Mutual squeeling about the readiness of this pool.]
I feel strangely transported to a movie version of my life, where all stereotypes are joyfully fulfilled. What next, am I going to go to the Philosophy department and find packs of hipsters bemoaning how they have no direction in life and believe in nothing? Will I go to the Art department and find everyone cheerfully downing Absinthe and using erotic body paint on one another as some form of performance art/pushing the boundaries of the Avant Gard?
I'm guessing not in Chattanooga.
| By Spike | 10:20 AM
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I didn't even realize UTC had an interior design department.
I remember when I was in college, a friend finally managed to get into the heavily-wait-listed entry-level art course. We had teased him for a year or two that if he finally made it in, he'd be writing interpretive dances in no time (he really wanted to ultimately go into drawing).
When he made it in, his first assignment: write an interpretive dance.
Show how stereotypes come from real life...
Posted by: DSK at April 16, 2008 08:25 AM
That's hilarious! An actual interpretive dance?
I'll never forget a friend of mine who got it into his head to "choreograph" an interpretive dance called "The Monotheistic Dance" that represented all the monotheistic religions of the world. I think I still know the moves...
Posted by: Spike at April 16, 2008 09:11 AM
Also, I think interior design isn't a department in and of itself...it's housed under the umbrella of "Human Ecology" or some such along with things like Nutrition.
Posted by: Spike at April 16, 2008 09:14 AM
Yep, a real interpretive dance. I can't remember what the topic to be interpreted was. I don't think the dances had to be acted out by any people, just designed, fortunately for them.
Posted by: DSK at April 16, 2008 04:49 PM