Day 239

Tuesday | October 23rd, 2012


Say hello to Naughty, the Original Gangster. All those kids on the Coasts didn’t create any subculture, they had early access to time windows and glimpsed the future. What they saw was a bunch of stuff that didn’t make any sense at all: a powerful China, a black President, American Idol, mobile phones without any buttons, kids without tapes or records, it just went on from there. The future was easy to ignore in the 80s just because it was so foreign. But fashion is always the winner for any time scenario. Fashion is easy to understand, to cope with. The changes in fashion are understood partially by functional need, partially by cool factors, and partially by that other, oft unspoken dynamic: the alternations of preference among a people as they walk through history each step taking them further and further away from their hunter-gatherer selves. So these kids, at the crux of shaping a new youth movement, something that would rival the conundrum of “the teenager” which rose during, immediately after, and what still perplexed and propelled a generation post WWII. This new movement needed a look and into the time windows they did peer. And into the time windows they did find. Naughty, half pouting, half wishful baking in the autumn sun in his tracksuit. The rest is history1.

I had more exams today and there was more noise. I had to stop my students and go outside and tell other teachers’ students to buzz off. Of course, they gave me the ‘who the fuck is this guy’ look instead of buzzing off. This is why it takes a student’s actual teacher or a university person to enforce the rules. I’m powerless in this situation and they know it. It wouldn’t take more than a few seconds to remind students to be quiet outside the classrooms and to practice far away from were the exams are taking place, especially if that teacher promises to give offending students heavy grade percentage penalties. Doing nothing though, just means you are a lazy disrespectful mofo and Caleb will remember you and treat you accordingly. In the future these fools will think I’m being a dick just to be a dick, but my dickdom doesn’t show itself unless seriously provoked like yesterday plus today.

The Daily Bullet

1 Not entirely made up, sources here and here and here.


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