Whatever random crap I feel like posting. Typically left-leaning. Occasionally vulgar. Not always serious. Sometimes annoying.

Archive for August, 2007

Addressing the teeming masses

Tuesday, August 28th, 2007

After a summer's worth of talking to one or two people at a time, there's always something slightly odd about getting back up in front of 200 or so mostly frosh and yelling at them (OK, lecturing in the loud voice) for an hour.  It all comes back fine, but ...

Old. Really, really old.

Saturday, August 25th, 2007

So, I read in the paper that Elvis Costello is 53 today, and Anne Archer is 60 -- both of which make me feel really old, but in different ways.  I always found Anne Archer kind of hot, and wondered why Michael Douglas would want to screw Glenn Close when ...

High Cultcha

Sunday, August 19th, 2007

We like to think Oz is a smart enough kid.  But we've been getting some "he's so smart" stuff from people that seems oddly misplaced, and all about "culture". So, here's the deal:  Last winter, I grabbed the kids' book Lives of the Artists: Masterpieces, Messes (and What the Neighbors ...

C’mon and do the jailhouse rock with me

Thursday, August 16th, 2007

OK, and while I'm on Elvis: The guy was pretty clearly a homophobe. So who managed to get him to do that obvious ode to prison sex, "Jailhouse Rock"? Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone, Little Joe was blowin' on the slide trombone. The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, ...

Has the King risen?

Thursday, August 16th, 2007

I was about to write a little post about this being the 30th anniversary of the death of Elvis (and how now, with the death of the Weekly World News, even if he does rise, who will tell us?) when I caught a whiff of deja vu.  It's a sign either ...

Border crossing

Monday, August 6th, 2007

We took Oz into Canada for the first time last week on vacation.  (We went to  Niagara Falls, where we'd gone to get married 11 years (!) ago.)  Nice trip, and people were, as usual, nice to us in spite of our being American.  (And how could they tell so ...