CENTER CORE II: IMPRESSING BRACHA

 

Silk: Bracha's ugly.

Jen R: that's a terrible thing to say about your sister.

Silk: but it's true. isn't college about finding truth? but she's more powerful than i.

me: i know what you mean, i'm inexplicably drawn to her.

Silk: quite explicable actually. she's mousey with the dropsy eyes and eternal sigh on her mouth but she has a vibe to her, a POWER to her, you need to be her friend because somehow you know deep-down she's cool.

Jen: i'm inexorably drawn to her. i'm inextricably intertwined with her. yeah i feel ya, Bracha is that mysterious person who always knows where the best party is. like you just know that despite her looks she somehow lands the quarterback based on how she speaks to him.

Silk: ugly draws.

Bracha is sitting Indian-style on a patch of grassy concrete under the shade of the last oak tree on campus. she wears chocolate-brown balloon pants.

Bracha: wanna smoke a bowl?

Jen R: yes i most certainly do.

Bracha: you can say that someone LOOKS Jewish, you know? you can't really say that with any other religion. i'm gonna be eating pizza at 11AM on the 88th floor of that dorm building over there, would you like to join me?

me: desperately. but i have to do this stupid thing called school. can i touch the palm of your hand which is covering your box of lime-green American Spirit Indian cigarettes?

love song: corny if you've never been in love, crying if you have...

foster kid: the LEAST you can do is give me a damn coat!!!

me: without you, my life is a dull ache.

Jen R: love doesn't disappear, it dulls.

Page Miss Glory.

Pam Hiltunen: the cartoon's better...

Jen R: why are you doing this?

me: i need a dose of 1930s decadence...

Jen: the glamor was JUST gaining steam again after the Great Depression.

Elmira, NY: where Elvira lives.

Marion Davies: i was hot for 1935. if you were too late for Jean Harlow.

Marion: is this where Bob Hope plays golf?

Jen: see? this woman should serve as an inspiration to you: no friends, no relatives, no job, moves to New York City on a whim to start over again at square one!!!

FDR: the Great Depression was bad, but at least we had Pre-Code.

Marion: time is a human concept. flipping playing cards into a black top hat is NOT magic. eat breakfast at 3PM, trust me. i'm not a dinosaur. 

ham sandwich: i want Jack McCoy as my lawyer.

Kay Francis: i can't wait to be forgotten. hey quit reading my diary!!!

God: the first photoshop...

pins: legs...

cookie-pushers: blue...

Bingo: call me Poker. are you a dizzy dame?

Marion: um, yes.

Bingo: i fly a Charles Lindbergh biplane upside-down because this world is dizzy. all aviators want to leave Planet Earth...

she's there: and daffy. get with her, flyboy!!!

Marion: i'm dating Mark Philippoussis. Greece has discovered tennis THIS year.

Ange Postecoglou: and Australia will discover tennis in the '90s...

overexposure: 1930s-speak for gout.

Trent Reznor: this man is more depressed than me...

Enter the Dragon mirrors...

yeast: it all smells bad. 

Dawn Glory: i'll only smoke the Rod Serling cigarettes.

the mother of a photograph: Kodak, Kate Spade, the work continues...

Maraschino Beauty School: so you save your cherry for marriage.

apple knockers: smashing pumpkins or tits. Arline "Airline" Hunter with Coke...

Gertrude Stein: i'm the Shakespeare of NOW.

Ange Postecoglou: do i sound like Crocodile Dundee or Zorba? i'm not always angry, that's my resting face. i sleep in the middle of the pitch because soccer is shite.

the Going Merry: imagine if that Playmobil pirate ship you had in the '80s was real...

Safeway: why is there a BRICK WALL in front of where the grocery carts are stacked?

Leipzig: $70 million is not a small club...

old person's room: smells of bone broth...

bar in Los Angeles, the '80s, starless night: you're a mechanic, all alone in the big city. you have to go here every night after work, you have to explain yourself to the other blue-collar jobs. you have to drink beer and play pool. this is the ONLY PLACE to meet new people. your future wife is that butcher over there by the dartboard. 

lady butcher: friends? family? nah, this is the dating pool, sailor, random strangers...

fog: it can only be patchy.

TV-episode review-writers: we're a horny bunch...

Megath: we're good at math and we like Megadeth. and we think all the Dragon Balls should be the same size...

Pan from Dragon Ball GT: i fly like a Powerpuff Girl...

a bottle of scotch: when you run out of cancer meds.

Aqua Velva: when Puck from The Real World's dad needed to drink Windex...

Match Game: all the young women look like Shelley Duvall. one will be a lifelong actress who gets one part as a nurse on an episode of Starsky & Hutch...

The Craft: The Breakfast Club for goths.

Bracha: what are these things in my salad?

Jen R: black olives?...

Bracha: nope, blueberries. see that? plop a little artichoke dip in there, some French dressing...

Shorey Wesen in the Berkeley school uniform: but why is French dressing the color of puke?

Jen: there's a dress code here? 

Bracha: some pepper, and you've got yourself a salad.

Jen: that's a Wendy's salad!!!

Jen: how can you afford all this fancy food?

Bracha: i don't pay for a car, it's a good thing i happen to be at a college and everything's walking-distance. high school is high school but college is higher school. you know we are very lucky to be going to school here when we are. 

Jen: why?

Bracha: because all of us on this campus are postpostpostpostpostmodern...