American NonFiction | We Don’t Blog!

I gained my job at the Hollyweird Cafe as a means to an end. In the last year of my life I can not think of a better restaurant to call home. While my employment might be a everyday annoyance, it stings with the annoyance of family. I feel a part of the whole in the star lined griddle, a black sheep child of the night shift. I have struggled with the insanity of the independent star lined griddle, and will one day look back on my time with a laugh to the breeze. However, currently I have gained the urge to walk out the door..

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When I started doing anime cons full time, back at a con in 2005 in Columbus, I found myself lost in the subculture. I’d been watching anime before anime was cool, since the mid 90s, but the entire anime subculture was foreign to me, having only been part of the sci-fi scene. So I began a study, I would sit at my table and watch people, study their habits, and I realized several things…

She was Shannon Doherty in Mallrats; sick of endless mundane days. You wake up, shit, shower, shave, drive, work, drive, prime time / late night television, and restart. She wanted someone more. A doctor, a lawyer, an air traffic controller. Someone who took the easy way out, and chose a cookie cutter life. Someone who makes a difference in the everyday, or maybe, someone interested. I am a bad faker.

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You hear for years they obscure the truth, and you believe it. Chompski says it, points it out, and you believe it. You can’t see it in the headlines, but you have a general sense of a separation between yourself and the truth by a layer of newsprint. You turn away from the headlines, opt for ignorance over skewed perception. Then, you see a black, white and read, all over, spread out on the table at work. You skim print, and read the words blogger, arrested, and FBI.

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Remember Betty’s Diary? It was the Archie series of comic books that came, yellow usually, but a little thicker than the normal issues. This one was special because we got to know how Betty really felt about that bitch Veronica. I mean how many issues were we going to watch nice ‘lil Betty just suck it up?

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The pair have lost their way, and found themselves in a clearing. Two figures stand in the distance, one stands tall and proud, with the badge of park ranger on his chest, and the other, a community service worker, stands with red eyes and long hair, the common mark of a beatnik.

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In the last piece, we examined how to get started with a foreign language. Language and culture are complementary, supplementary, and inextricably intertwined. You can learn a language without the culture, and you can learn a culture without the language.

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