- 1:08 pm - Wed, Sep 7, 2011
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Seeing Crispin Glover present his books and film last night was a treat.
He is not just the dad from Back to the Future and the knight in Alice in Wonderland. Nope. That’s his dayjob that he does to pay for his art. (This is a unique way to live the life of a pretty famous movie star, non? Maybe other people do this too, I don’t know, don’t pay much attention to movie stars usually.)
He is such a well-spoken effed-up weirdo, and I noticed a quirk. He never uses shorthand. He reffered to the mainstream film industry as “film companies funded by corporations,” and to people with down syndrome, as “people with developmental disabilities,” every single time, even though both could probably have been said with shorter phrases. Lots of other phrases were treated this way, repeated over and over, all the syllables intact.
(This means the talking part went on kind of too long but I didn’t entirely mind it.)
It made me think about class and speaking. I am pretty sure he comes from a rich background. Myself, I have fallen in love with slang. Maybe it would be a good idea to get back out of that style, and to use old-fashioned proper diction for a change. This would allow me to seem more refined and intelligent, at least from a distance. And hot damn it’s sexy. I mean, it is possible that it could be perceived as alluring.