Jay Lake: Writer

We’ll make a man of her, put her to the trades

So I am at the park with the child, working on a collaborative project which I’m quite enjoying (yes, , stalling on the novel changes of course — never fear, I’ll get ‘em) when this little 11 or 12 year old protoGoth with pink hair (I swear to god, something in the Goth-Japanime intersection) gets on the swings in front of me and starts singing Ramones songs while she swings. She eventually gets off and starts chatting with some random playground mom (a set of which I am a member despite being a y-chromosome carrier) about how sad it is that all the musicians she really loves are dead.

Can a 12-year-old in 2004 really be relating to Joey Ramone?

Or am I a hopeless fogey?

(signed)

Puzzled in Portland

Gabba gabba hey

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Posted: 5:17 pm Sun September 26 2004 |

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