Yesterday, I began reading Lush Life by Richard Price. The lead character/suspect, Eric Cash, is a hipster who’s a little too old to be hip and has to deal with losing his hyphen: as in, no longer being an actor-waiter, and just being a waiter.
At one point, he mentions how in college he got the lead in a play called The Caucasian Chalk Circle. I thought this was some sort of inside joke of a title, or a dig at the absurdities of college theater.
This morning, I received an e-mail from my local alumni association with the subject line, “Don’t miss The Caucasian Chalk Circle”! Evidently,
a) I’m a cultural moron,
b) it’s by Brecht, and
c) another alum is co-starring in it.
Anyway, here’s the website of the theater company (and a review), if you’re in NYC and wanna see one of the final performances (it finishes on Sunday).
Speaking of being a cultural moron, I just today learned that the Coen Bros. didn’t invent the word yegg.
You mean Fink never told you his awful yegg joke?! I’m aghast! He even told my wife that one, a mere day after meeting her!
I know he’s got a mixed reputation, but for a sheeny he’s got a lot of good qualities!
When I confronted him about it, he just squirted a few and I let him go again.
To be fair, he did culturally translate “s[c]hmatte” for me.
Well, you can’t have too many.