so, i'm sitting at my desk, trying to fill out some [fucking] grant applications, and these dudes are standing around a truck that is blasting loud, loud hiphop. my first response: yell at them to turn it down. i also think about the fact that they'll probably be racially profiled by the mostly white, middle-class people living in this suburban hamlet of the city. the music has been going on for about half an hour, not a substantial amount of time, but this kind of thing doesn't often happen around here during the day. it's a pretty quiet block.
someone yells, "exCUSE me?!" and i think that the police are about to be summoned. and then i realize that the very thing that's annoying my eardrums is what i (along with most performance studies people) champion as acts of 'everyday resistance' or expressions of cultural performance. Hah!
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