Friday Ephemera
One lucky dog. (h/t, Damian) // Public transport. // Christopher Lee reads five horror classics. // Can bats swim? // British artist stranded out at sea. (h/t, Albino Finger) // The unmaking of gelatin sweets. // The (post)modern scholar. // New York, 1940s. // Everything wrong with Citizen Kane. // Hong Kong density. // What dad did. // What cats do. (h/t, Julia) // Upscale fashion show of yore. (h/t, Coudal) // Refresh the ramsophone. // Ancient Roman dinner party etiquette. // The triggering. // Time travel radio. // Classic Trek antagonists, ranked. // Autonomous tractor. // Freediving under ice isn’t for the faint-hearted. // A dragon made of flowers. // And finally, on the art of choosing band names. I do like French Toast Emergency. And Librarians In Uproar.
That Michael Jackson cat had me LOLing.
I won the NY magazine competition with a band name: Big Women from Borneo.
Upscale fashion show of yore.
A different one keeps coming to mind.
Kim Jong-un suspects citizens are mocking him, reportedly bans sarcasm
AOL News
Oh, Hooray!!!!! Now we know that all parts of the internet will be serious and up to date!!!
And yes, one always goes to AOL for one’s news!!
“Can bats swim”? I don’t know but I have heard about Teaching Ravens to Swim Underwater.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JhS35f015SQ
Oops. https://twitter.com/Holbornlolz/status/773593614672916481
“Healing from toxic whiteness”
https://compassionateactivism.leadpages.co/workshop-healing-whiteness/
Any takers?
Ah, the irony of a history professor ripping down 9/11 Never Forget posters. And this public, taxpayer-supported college cancels a previously approved 9/11 memorial.
Oops. “>https://twitter.com/Holbornlolz/status/773593614672916481
That’s funny, beats the MJ cat for me.
“Healing from toxic whiteness”
Any takers?
Well, I’m certainly sold. o.O
Healing from toxic whiteness
It’s funny until you realise that so far almost all of the retweets are actually endorsements.
It’s all a bit, “Come and play with us, Danny.”
Ah, the irony of a history professor ripping down 9/11 Never Forget posters.
A history professor with purple hair.
Clever cat.
Clever cat needs to have a word with lucky dog.
My band, which has so far played one gig, is called The Proposition Blues Band. Because, when I decided to (have a mid-life crisis and) start a blues band, I sent an email to a few people I knew who I thought might be interested in joining, with the subject line “Proposition: blues band”. One of the recipients said “that’s the name of the band”. And it was. Do I win £5?
Attention, credulous youngsters:
In other news, money can also be burnt by throwing it on a fire.
Kittens 360.
House for sale. Viewing essential.
Public transport.
It’s like an advert for Uber.
House for sale. Viewing essential.
Pity the estate agent.
Pity the estate agent.
Yes, I fear the décor isn’t helping. Imagine the viewings. “Here’s the bathroom, and here’s the room for murdering prostitutes…”
Horror and outrage when a writer for once actually dares to question the PC zeitgeist….
Regarding the B.A. in Social Justice, quoth the proponents:
Students have “expressed a desire to integrate academic work more deeply with anticipated career paths.
Somehow, I think they’re not speaking ironically. It calls to mind the unfortunate woman highlighted on these pages, I believe, who bemoaned the fact that her M.A. in Gender Studies together with a boatload of debt did not lead to lucrative employment and took to Instagram to publicize her plight.
Laurie “full communism now” Penny says she’s “suspicious of ideology”:
Apparently, this week she’s an “anarcha-feminist.” It’s so hard to keep up with fashion, isn’t it?
Janice Fiamengo on campus feminism as a kind of mass hysteria.
With respect to your “Moloch” post of yesterday, this seems relevant. Remember, the government only hires professionals to educate your children.
My favourite band names gleaned from the above comments:
That Michael Jackson cat
Upscale fashion show
Can bats swim?
Healing from toxic whiteness
Attention, credulous youngsters!
Kittens 360
Actual band names from the 80s: Half Man Half Biscuit, Policeman With a Loaf of Bread, and who can forget (I did try) Carter the Unstoppable Sex Machine?
‘The Triggering’ would be a good band name. Also ‘What Dad Did’.
New York, 1940s.
In less depressing news, you will be pleased to know that McSorley’s is still open. Whether it has been overrun by hipsters or yuppies I don’t know, but if by some horrid fate worse than having to sit through the Toxic Whiteness Workshop you find yourself in NYC, it would be worth popping over to numb yourself to the fact that you were stuck in NYC.
“Clever cat”
I actually witnessed something similar in Toronto (actually Scarborough) in the 80s, but it was a dog at the crosswalk. In Ontario you are (or were, at least, back then) supposed to point to where you wanted to go while waiting for the cars to stop. The dog wasn’t a pointer, though.
Goodwood Revival live feed.
Meanwhile, back on dreary planet Earth:
http://nypost.com/2016/09/08/new-yorkers-back-from-burning-man-wont-stop-whining/
The biggest let down is that here, people server only themselves, not YOU.
Re New York, 1940s: I am struck by the quality of these pictures. Thank goodness Indiana University decided to keep them after almost tossing everything in the garbage. What really fascinates me is how good this obsolete analog technology was. Superior, in many ways, to current digital photography.
And as I look at these as a current denizen of New York City, I almost find myself wishing I was in the New York of the 1940s rather than in today’s version.
I haven’t clicked on the Star Trek link – I assume economic reality is the number one villain?
The Real Peer Review is a hoot. Well, the topics are. (Many papers are written in a language that defies even Google Translate.) Anyway, thus encouraged, my forthcoming magnum opus is: “The influence of Western white male privilege on the Oriental feminist perception of the macramé vs tatting disceptation with particular reference to macro vs micro aggression.”
My favourite band names gleaned from the above comments
I rather liked Teaching Ravens to Swim.
To be fair, Laurie Penny did particularise: she’s anarchist, feminist and socialist. It’s all the *other* ideologies that she’s suspicious of.
“Clever cat” – my second thought was that’s not Dartmouth. I don’t think there are any zebra crossings in Dartmouth. And with a little bit of internetry:
http://www.beerintheevening.com/pubs/s/30/30476/Fulwich_Hotel/Dartford
Or I could’ve just read the tweet below it.
Right. What’s all this then ?
Does this go for the henchlesbians too ?
said he would look into employing officers who wear the burka
Because police officers who look like an oversized, mobile garbage bag will immediately command respect. Might as well have officers dress as Napoleon or Daffy Duck. And then wonder why said officers aren’t taken terribly seriously. I thought the idea was for officers to be instantly recognisable as such and, while formal in appearance, also approachable in moments of crisis. Surely the purpose of the burqa is to suggest the opposite of being approachable. It positively screams, “Don’t talk to me, infidel.”
I thought the idea was for officers to be instantly recognisable as such and, while formal in appearance, also approachable in moments of crisis.
The mobility too, don’t forget how easily one could chase down a miscreant with a burqa on.
Where will the put the Sillitoe Tartan on the head, not to mention all the other kit, seeing as how you can’t wear a belt with the things ?
I imagine they would be quite attractive if covered in Battenburg markings like the police cars and motorcycles, though.
“Goodwood Revival live feed.”
Oh, wow. Thank you, old chap. (To get into the spirit of the thing.) Why didn’t I know about this already?
“Goodwood Revival live feed.”
Yes indeed. What a brilliant link. Watched spellbound. Thank you.
@Farnsworth
Loved the Goodwood link, though it did bring back memories of the MGB I owned in college, which would die for no reason at intersections just to remind me it was built during Britain’s flirtation with Harold Wilson.
Thank you, old chap.
Right-o ! To get into the spirit of the thing…
I learned to drive in a ’56 MG-TC, which my father sold to a collector when I was about 20 (sob!). I immediately turned around and bought a ’73 MG-B, which, mirabile dictu, NEVER LEAKED OIL. Nor did it ever fail to start on the first try.
However, I did not miss out on the MG experience – it did die on me in the rain one December 24 about 23:30. BUT, being knowledgeable in the ways of Lucas, Morris, et alia, I fixed it by drying the inside of the distributor cap with a sock from the boot kit, and wrapping the sock around the leaking heater valve (felicitously positioned right above said distributor). It started right up and off I went… (didn’t even have to use the spare points set I had.)
Lindy West on why political correctness is not about censorship:
Political correctness is, essentially, a family of suggestions: don’t talk over people who have been historically silenced; demand and make way for diverse representation; trust people to be authorities on their own lives; be cognisant and careful with other people’s trauma; listen, and be kind.
and:
The anti-trigger warning “coddled co-eds” narrative has a lot in common with the “false accusation” narrative used to derail discussions of on-campus rape. The first scoffs at people’s attempts to cope with trauma once they’ve already been traumatised; the second undermines their efforts to avoid being traumatised in the first place. Both are symptomatic of our culture’s deep investment in minimising and normalising sexual assault.
Maybe we can all get flippant and condescending about trigger warnings after we build a world where more than 3% of rapes lead to conviction, where we don’t shame and blame people for their own victimisation, where men don’t feel entitled to women’s bodies, and where millions of people aren’t moving through life yoked with massive, secret traumas.
https://www.theguardian.com/education/commentisfree/2015/aug/18/trigger-warnings-dont-hinder-freedom-expression
Forget about actually telling people if the movie is worth seeing or not:
Old white guys should just die and be forgotten already!
I was startled that every extra was white. Is this how Eastwood still pictures America? Then over the end credits, he showed the actual passengers. They were all white.
You’d think that detail regarding the film’s extras – factual accuracy – would kick the wheels off Ms Nicholson’s sneery, pretentious whinge, or at least give her pause… but no, she carries on regardless, sneering all the way to the end. Not just sneering at the film, which by most accounts is solid, but sneering at the idea of quiet competence in extremis as a thing one might deem valuable, exemplary, worthy of praise.