Uncultured

"HEY! I like this song...it's from a movie, I think."

That's me, driving Nelson all over town on various errands prior to his trip home to Bangkok this Thursday. He's playing DJ with his iPod - which I love - except for the fact that we rarely get to hear one song all the way through.

Anyhoo.

"It's from Saving Private Ryan or Apocalypse Now," I continue. "One of those weepy war flicks."

"This is Adagio for Strings by Samuel Barber," he says in disgust.

It's the same slightly aggravated tone you'd hear if an average Midwestern schmo said 'It's Bruce Springsteen, you idiot' to someone Born in the U.S.A.

This is the sad moment when I realize that most of the capital 'C' Culture I get comes from the lower case 'p' pop culture.

P also stands for Pathetic.
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I am listening to: Adagio Hoo-Ha for Fancy Schmancy Strings
I am reading: Nothing right now
And I am: Margarita merry