I don't know that anyone's reading this either...but check out the NPR interns' blog!
http://interneditionfall06.blogspot.com/
There's great stuff on there and few comments.
Coming soon from me, a scintillating article on Sticky Shed Syndrome.
You wouldn't miss it, would you?
Monday, November 20, 2006
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Pandemic of oddities
Too much has happened to be able to write about it. Give me a couple of weeks and then maybe...
In the meantime enjoy this:
LOS ANGELES, Nov 15 (Reuters) - When Tom Cruise marries Katie Holmes this weekend, like many a devout Scientologist, he may promise to provide her with "a pan, a comb, perhaps a cat."
in my meantime I've been finding out exciting things like the meaning of "fc"
to drivers during the Cold War.
Also:
I'm mildly obsessed with the gothic and grotesque, an admission that shouldn't come as a surprise to any of you. After reading some Hoffmann and then pondering the impossible existence of sugarplum fairies in a certain ballet supposedly based on his story. I settled on a solution: a global plot by the manufacturers of tutu voile. Actually, the real story is rather interesting. And predictably, it took Maurice Sendak to bring the cloying holiday sweets back into the grotesque realm of distended bellies and gaping mouths where they belong. This, as any Jewish child knows, is the real meaning of Christmas--and most other holidays too for that matter.
In the meantime enjoy this:
LOS ANGELES, Nov 15 (Reuters) - When Tom Cruise marries Katie Holmes this weekend, like many a devout Scientologist, he may promise to provide her with "a pan, a comb, perhaps a cat."
in my meantime I've been finding out exciting things like the meaning of "fc"
to drivers during the Cold War.
Also:
I'm mildly obsessed with the gothic and grotesque, an admission that shouldn't come as a surprise to any of you. After reading some Hoffmann and then pondering the impossible existence of sugarplum fairies in a certain ballet supposedly based on his story. I settled on a solution: a global plot by the manufacturers of tutu voile. Actually, the real story is rather interesting. And predictably, it took Maurice Sendak to bring the cloying holiday sweets back into the grotesque realm of distended bellies and gaping mouths where they belong. This, as any Jewish child knows, is the real meaning of Christmas--and most other holidays too for that matter.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Still life in red
Color palate for the weekend:
Inflamed trees in scarlet and ochre like some giant James Ladavour painting are now dripping into gloom.
But yesterday I was one of these ladies. I basked gratefully in rolled up jeans and firmly believed that turning trees from green to gold is an exothermic reaction. Madam Butterfly frolicked down the Mall from 12' high speakers and Falun Gong demonstrators (entirely oblivious to any speck of irony, I should add) performed something like Chinese Opera in infinitely slow and beautiful motion.
Across the room from the green ladies, their sisters were not so favored. Trapped indoors and hung as paragons of art, they only told me that women look better immobile.
Inflamed trees in scarlet and ochre like some giant James Ladavour painting are now dripping into gloom.
But yesterday I was one of these ladies. I basked gratefully in rolled up jeans and firmly believed that turning trees from green to gold is an exothermic reaction. Madam Butterfly frolicked down the Mall from 12' high speakers and Falun Gong demonstrators (entirely oblivious to any speck of irony, I should add) performed something like Chinese Opera in infinitely slow and beautiful motion.
Across the room from the green ladies, their sisters were not so favored. Trapped indoors and hung as paragons of art, they only told me that women look better immobile.
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