Broke down laughing again in my cults class.

Me and the art school kids were reading how Jim Jones used to claim to be the only true heterosexual and use the logic of "all true socialists know themselves in all ways, therefore all true socialists must be sodomized" in order to fuck the macho men of his church up the ass and humiliate them.

He'd also have them write him thank-you notes about what a great lover he was and how he put them in touch with their gayness and it was their fault that they didn't enjoy his great loving like they should have.

After a student said she was surprised by the reading, I was like, "Everyone likes to think that you can't shock them, but the truth is that you can, there's always something out there."

I then told them how Warren Jeffs would claim that he was educating children about the necessity of learning how to survive during the apocalypse, and would round up extremely young kids and their parents and tie a cow to the ground and slowly butcher it alive with a dull knife in front of all of them while it bellowed in pain.

"Wow," one of my students was like, and at that I began laughing.

"I know!", I was like, when I finally caught my breath a little.  "We have what, six thousand years of recorded history, and people are still finding new fucked up things to do to one another."

Then, I began laughing again, and added, "Really, people are endlessly creative.  You as artists should appreciate that."

Very odd dream about sleeping:

Like a few weeks ago I dreamt:

I'm dreaming, and I wake up in my bed.

. . .

That was my dream, and the reality I woke up into was another dream.  The dream went on from there into something else (I forget), but in my dream, I honestly woke up from a dream into another dream.

Story of a woman at a bar: The people in my neighborhood.

Like Saturday a few months ago I went barhopping and then to a friend's birthday party and then barhopping some more.

At the last bar of the night, a pizza place with a bar, I was doing a crossword and a (white) (around my age) woman sitting next to me with her (white) (around my age) boyfriend sitting on the other side of her complimented me on my ability to do a crossword while drinking at that time of night.

"I couldn't do that now," she was like.

Then, we started talking, and when she found out the (townie) neighborhood I lived in, she asked me what I thought out it, and I confessed how it was both better and worse than I thought, since I had expected a lot of anti-black racism and there was shocking racism, but also a lot more townie mixing with Chinese and hispanics than I had expected.

She then confessed that she's a Jewish Ukrainian immigrant who came to the city at a young age with her parents, and that the only explicit anti-Semitism that she has ever encountered in the city happened in my neighborhood.

Back in high school, her and a girlfriend were hanging out with 2 guys, and then one of them is like, "You know who I hate even more than blacks?  Jews."

Then, she went off on him and was like, "Then why have you been chasing me for 2 days?".

"I don't go back there now," she was like.  "It left a bad taste in my mouth."

Her and her boyfriend were also yuppies who excited by the Baltimore riots.

"You have no idea how oblivious our friends are," she was like.  "They never interact with anyone different from them, and are so afraid of them and so unsympathetic."

More complimentary Chinese people!!!!.

Took a bag with me to the park the other day, was picking up a piece of trash, and a(n early 40s) (Chinese) guy walking past me saw me and was like, "Hey, good!".

Trash I've found in the Quarry Park:

1) A used diaper someone pitched into the grass ages ago.

2) A black plastic-handled metal spoon (which I saved and washed up and is now in my utensil drawer).

Addendum.

I texted my one (modern Czech literature) professor friend about meeting the Disney Store events coordinator, and she texted back that that's why she likes going to that bar, things like that happen there.

I'll have to pop in there more often.

Confessions of a Disney Store events coordinator.

The other week I was out after the symphony barhopping, and stopped through a bland but interestingly random bar on the south side of downtown that my one (modern Czech literature) professor friend used to go to.

Midway through my beer, this young drunk macho (Mexican-American) townie sits down next to me, and then next thing I know he's touching me just a little too much and a little too often on the upper arm and we get to talking.

Though he's currently a franchise manager (and pulls in $70,000 a year!!!!), he used to be the events coordinator of the big flagship Disney Store in the city, and one of his duties was to coordinate appearances by the teen celebrities from all the different series.

"Like who?", I was like.

He mentioned a few names, ending with Mitchel Musso, at which I shook my head since I had never really heard of him, at which he gave a slight tip-of-the-head mug and was like, "He never really made it beyond Disney circles."

Then, he was like, "Oh yeah, Miley Cyrus."

As it turns out, Miley Cyrus came to the city's Disney Store during the 1st season of Hannah Montana , and the event was very slow, so he had to go out on the sidewalk and try to pull people in from the street.

Then, to save face as a Disney celebrity, they made the excuse that she "had to go catch a flight" and they cut the event an hour or so short.

"That was the first year of the show," he was like.  "Next season, she hit it big, and people were always coming in off the street asking if we had Hannah Montana this or Hannah Montana that, and I'd have to tell them, 'No, we only carry goods with animated characters', I'd have to tell someone that every fucking day."

Later that night of the day he met Miley, he went out with her and her dad for a deep-dish pizza.

"Really nice people," he was like.

"I heard her dad didn't want her to go into show business," I was like.

"That's what he says," the macho (Mexican-American) townie was like, "But it's all about...", and at that he knowingly rubbed his fingertips together in the 'money' motion.

He also said that when he worked in "the industry" he got to work with Raven Symone.

"Isn't she a lesbian?", I was like.

"Yeah," he was like.  "But not then."

He also mentioned that sometimes at lunch he used to over to a local trashy clubby-on-Friday-nights yuppie/bro dive bar, where he knew this "crazy as all hell" manager.

"He'd be like, 'Wanna bump?', and then he'd pull someone he didn't even know away from the bar and then we'd go in back and do some coke off her ass."

"And this was at noon?", I was like.

"Noon, maybe one," he was like.

We talked some more after that and I offered to buy him a drink, but he had to get going since he worked in the morning.

He made me take down his number, though.