Ok.. so i get a fair bit of mail, thru my website and flickr.. most of it nice people telling me they appreciate what i’m doing w my camera, which i always appreciate hearing, but once in a while, i get stupid mail. The title of this post is taken from one such flickr mail i got this weekend, which went something like this:
“hey.. rebekka. I was wondering, if i sent you a nude picture of myself, would you send me one of yourself? Don’t get mad, it’s just a post-modern thing. ”
Yeah. Suppose throwing around some artsy phrases struck this person as a sure-fire way to get me naked and posing , for his viewing pleasure.. Maybe i should write him back and tell him he’s getting his genres confused, and that nude-picture swapping is more akin to neoclassicism. (altho it’s not, i’m just making that up) . Just to get him thinking. Maybe he’d end up at the library browsing thru art-history tomes, and would learn something useful, or at best, learn some new phrases to toss around at parties.
But hey, can’t blame a guy for trying i guess.
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Or Tiffany for that matter… Obviously, i could just google it, but i just thought that would make a neat title for a blog entry..
Does anyone even know who Debbie Gibson and Tiffany are? Maybe if you were a girl between the ages of 8-12 and living in the States around 1988-89, you’ll remember them.. They were singers. Tiffany had this big hit , which was a remake of the old Beatles song “i saw her standing there”. Her version was predictably called “I saw him standing there”. It was awful, and my friends and I probably sang it into hairbrush microphones when we had sleepovers (the song “circle in the sand” with Belinda Carlisle was equally popular for such occasions). I’m pretty sure she had another big hit as well, which wasn’t a remake of an old beatles song.. hell was it called again (i’m refraining from consulting wikipedia here, and seeing how good my memory is…. maybe it’ll come later….)
Around this same time (when i was 9 or 10) i had a short blond haircut similar to Debbie Gibsons, so, obviously, according to my friends, i looked like Debbie Gibson.. She wasn’t as bad as Tiffany (who had long wavy red hair, so nobody compared me to her) and also around this time i “fell in love” for the first time. He was a kid in my science class, and i thought he was unbearably cute..
I even wrote a song, influenced by the heartache caused when this boy started showing my best friend more interest than me. He sat next to me usuallly, but then one day i came to class and saw he’d been moved and was seated next to her. I looked over to see them talking and laughing. Oh, the anguish. The lyrics to this song (which had this really sickening melody that i played with one finger on my synthesizer/keyboard thing i got for christmas the year before) are still stuck in my head… which is funny.. cause this was like.. 20 years ago.. started something like this:
“Ever since i met you it was happiness, all the time, no worries, no exhasperations at all….
now everybodies, hanging round you, and i’m not so sure you know i even exist….”
i’m just going to stop right there, cause it only gets worse .. Also, it makes no sense. But hey, i was ten, so it’s sortof cute i guess..
I suppose Debbie Gibson and Tiffany were the Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera of the late eighties.. only there was no sex whatsover in their music, and it was all really innocent and corny. Which actually is a pretty good description of the eighties, in retrospect. Innocent and corny. (by that i’m excluding politics, which are never innocent, no matter how silly the music and fashion world is at the time)
still can’t remember what that other tiffany song was called.. youtube to the rescue.. (imagine you’re waiting 3 minutes or so while i go find it)
Ah. Here it is. Enjoy.
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ha. Well, it felt wonderful last night to go out for the first time in AGES and do something foolhardy like jump into Kleifarvatn half naked at 2:45 am , in wind and drizzle, just to make this photo.. I’ve missed doing stuff like that, and coming home, having cocoa and being able to check off yet another seemingly too-uncomfortable-to-justify-doing idea off my mental checklist. I was becoming worried that turning 30 the other day would force me to grow up an put an end to this sortof behavior, but no. I’m still ok. Whew. Actually, i’m reallly enjoying being 30. It sounds so.. distinguished.. and i can always pretend to be grown up , on occasions when such a thing may prove beneficial in some way..
There. Now that i’ve blown the dust off this blog of mine, maybe i’ll try to post something here more frequently..
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