Um ... I'm not even sure what to say about this one! So what about my recent posts has triggered the "desperate older lady" and "lonely couch-dweller" facets of the algorithm? Peculiar, to say the least!
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Google says ...
Um ... I'm not even sure what to say about this one! So what about my recent posts has triggered the "desperate older lady" and "lonely couch-dweller" facets of the algorithm? Peculiar, to say the least!
The Pit
Chicago, the great grey city, interested her at every instant and under every condition. As yet she was not sure that she liked it; she could not forgive it dirty streets, the unspeakable squalor of some of its poorer neighbourhoods, that sometimes developed, like cancerous growths, in the very heart of fine residence districts . . . Suddenly the meaning and significance of it all dawned upon Laura. The Great Grey City, brooking no rival, imposed its dominion upon a reach of country larger than many a kingdom of the Old world. For thousands of miles beyond its confines was its influence felt . . . It was Empire, the resistless subjugation of all this central world of lakes and the prairies. Here, mid most in the land, beat the Heart of the Nation, whence inevitably must come its immeasurable power, its infinite, infinite, inexhaustible vitality. Here, of all her cities, throbbed the true life - the true power and spirit of America; gigantic, crude with the crudity of youth, disdaining rivalry; sane and healthy and vigorous; brutal in its ambition, arrogant in the new-found knowledge of its giant strength, prodigal of its wealth, infinite in its desires.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Preparing to Prepare
Here's hoping, right? Graduate school is such a crap shoot, these days, but having made the decision to return, all I can do is remain positive, right? Well, since I've decided it's right, we're just going to go with it.
What will I do with my days almost entirely of my own design? Will I be able to get out of bed at 9:00 AM if I don't have to be at class until 1:00 PM? Will I actually be more willing to keep my house clean once I have a dishwasher and my very own, conveniently placed washer and dryer? Will I starve on my pathetic stipend? Will I make time to read Salon and Slate so that I can continue to feel informed and engaged in the life of my culture (the culture which, incidentally, I am purporting to be a scholar of?) Will I (pretty please?) have more time and dedication to keeping in touch with my friends on a two-way basis and convince them that I have adopted the habit of returning phone calls?
And oh, yeah, will I convince anyone at all that I'm worth the time and money they're investing in me?
I propose the next week as a test: I will not be working, but have plenty to do. Can I write that piece I've been contemplating? Can I get through my class materials? Can I make a dent in the list of articles and books I should read?
We shall see.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
You Too Can Be Proud of Yourself For Not Discriminating Against the Disabled
Monday, July 6, 2009
The E! Channel Investigates A Common Place
Le Tour! Le Tour!
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Free Mrs. Andrew Klavan
A lot of critics get all huffy about this depiction of the sexes - read the silly little fellow who wrote the review in the New York Times by way of example. The standard line seems to be to blame it all on childish filmmakers pandering to adolescent audiences. But you know what? I suspect a lot of it is simple realism. More and more often I meet young guys just like this: overgrown kids who are their grim wives’ poodles. They sheepishly talk about getting a “pink pass,” or a “kitchen pass,” before they can leave the house. They can’t do this or that because their wives don’t like it. They “share” household and child-rearing tasks equally - which isn’t really equal at all because they don’t care about a clean house or a well-reared child anywhere near as much as their wives do. In short, each one seems set to spend his life taking orders from a perpetually dissatisfied Mrs. who sounds to me - forgive me but just speaking in all honesty - like a bloody shrike. Who can blame these poor shnooks if they go out and get drunk or laid or just plain divorced?
I’m the old-fashioned King of the Castle type: my wife knew it when she married me, she knows it now, and she knows where the door is if she gets sick of it. And you can curse me or consign me to Feminist Hell or whatever you want to do. But when you’re done, answer me this: why would a man get married under any other circumstances? I’m serious. What’s in it for him? I mean, marriage is a large sacrifice for a man. He gives up his right to sleep with a variety of partners, which is as basic an urge in men as having children is in women. He takes on responsibilities which will probably curtail both his work and his social life. If he doesn’t also acquire authority, gravitas, respect and, yes, mastery over his own home, what does he get? Companionship? Hey, stay single, dude, you’ll have a lot more money, and then you can buy companionship.
All right, I know, I’m a mean old man. But I’ve also been blissfully married for 30 years to a woman who wakes up singing. I think some of these young guys have been sold a bill of goods, I really do. I think they’ve been told what they’re supposed to be like and have sacrificed what they are like. Maybe their marriages are more “fair” than mine but just looking at them, I think they’re miserable. And I suspect, deep down, their wives are probably miserable too.
If you ask me, they’d be better off staying in Vegas.
Holy, freakin' crap, are you kidding me? What a wonderful life for a woman - "my way or the highway, bitch." Oh, but I guess he's given his wife what she really wants (his majestic sperm, of course), so that she can fulfill her "basic ... urge" of "having children."
My incredulity knows no bounds.
Greenwald pithily points out that big bad tough guy war hawks like Klavan are usually encouraging other people (including the women they so clearly detest) to go die in foreign countries for them. They wouldn't demean themselves by actually doing the fighting they're so keen to promote.
And God forbid such important, manly men should be expected to do anything so petty as actually want to get married because they're in love with someone, or respect their fellow human beings, even the lady ones.
I say, with all due respect, good luck, Mr. Klavan, I wish you all your just deserts.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Ninotchka
Last night TCM played Ninotchka (1939), the wonderful movie that corresponds to the famous tagline "Garbo Laughs!" Greta Garbo is a bolshevik-to-the-bone official from Moscow who must travel to Paris to supervise three of her bumbling comrades who are having trouble selling off some jewels confiscated during the Revolution.
Leon: What kind of a girl are you, anyway?Ninotchka: Just what you see. A tiny cog in the great wheel of evolution.Leon: You're the most adorable cog I've ever seen.
Ninotchka: The last mass trials were a great success. There are going to be fewer but better Russians.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Insidious
Monday, June 22, 2009
Inside Pandora's Box
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Sutpen's Hundreds Hall
So, there are enough gushing reviews of Sarah Waters's The Little Stranger that it hardly seems worth the trouble to write another one. But, considering that I haven't read a contemporary novel in almost three years, I thought it awfully significant that I was compelled to read this one, and did so in approximately 48 hours.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
The Power of Sympathy*
E.M. Forster’s Howards End puts me in a typical quandry.
Either I:
A.) Admit my initial impressions that this is a very engaging book that takes a rather progressive woman’s perspective; that this book advocates for women and gender equality - only to have it later pointed out to me that my impressions are incredibly wrong and the book is in fact a sexist attempt by a manipulative man to forward his own patriarchal agenda by making it seem like the woman’s perspective.
Or
B.) Wait to express any opinion until I’ve read the “established” opinions of other scholars – then draw my own conclusions, which, invariably are heavily influenced by the things I’ve read.
Which brings up the point that I am, unfortunately, the world’s most sympathetic reader. My friends and colleagues have been quick to point out that this is a virtue, not a vice, but existing in the competitive world of English Graduate Studies, it’s hard to convince myself. When everyone else shows up with their articles eviscerated by scrawling, angry denunciations, it’s hard to look at one’s own carefully highlighted copy and not feel that you’ve been had. “Actually, that just means that you’re not a dick,” says one helpful friend, “trying to make your own reputation by skewering others without actually giving their arguments a fair hearing.”
“You’re a generous reader, and I encourage and appreciate your generous readings...” says Michael Levenson, as I try to find a way to rescue “Melanctha” from the pits of utter racism (maybe it’s actually about the problem of a limited vocabulary – we’re all necessarily racist when we only have so many ways of referring to each other. Maybe it’s actually Stein’s way of begging for a more nuanced form of language!) “...but no. I think in this case it’s safe to say that this is a racist text.”
Well, for what it’s worth, I think it’s nice that Forster gives voice to the double standard, that the heroine flat-out tells her husband “you’re using a double standard when judging your sexuality and my sister’s.” And I guess you could say that Howards End is all about what to do with these new women who quite literally leave their father’s house to find one of their own? The back of my cheap-o Vintage Paperback edition has a quote from Lionel Trilling that says, essentially, who will inherit England? Will it be the artistic, the bold, or the conventional?
Ultimately, I’m afraid to say that I don’t really care. Howards End was a wonderful read, and I believe it’s a wonderful book, but it didn’t move me to want to explore its themes the way other books have. Maybe it’s the simple fact that it takes place in England, and I’m so hopelessly mired in my fascination of all things American right now.
I quite simply don’t have much to say about it – but check back tomorrow when I’ll have read other people’s opinions about the book and, not doubt, have decided that it’s an endlessly fascinating piece of work about why men should take back England from the hysterical women who are running it into the ground.
Cheers!
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
A Ferrell Bear Extravaganza
Small Things
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Whispering on NPR
Either way, it’s painful to listen to – just when they get to the crux of the sentence, they seem to lilt ever more softly, as if this in itself indicates the seriousness of what they’re saying. The different voices heard on NPR and other media outlets are fascinating.
When I say “poem voice” do you know what I’m talking about? That voice that otherwise normal-speaking people affect whenever they begin to recite verse? Because poetry is ... Serious ... Ephemeral ... More Important Than Ordinary Words ...
True, true, and true. Which is why we don’t need to say them in a stupid, ostentatious way. Poems are serious, ephemeral and more important than ordinary words because of the way they’re written, not because of the tone they’re read in.
Which is why I find that “poem voice” is most often affected when reading what I consider [one’s own] really bad poetry. You know, the kind of poetry that obtains the term “poem” merely by being a few otherwise grammatically normal sentences broken up over multiple lines? If you didn’t use poem voice for these poems it would be more obvious that “hey, that lady’s just reading a few sentences!” ( http://www.onpointradio.org/
Don’t get me wrong, there are certain ways that one’s inflection or pacing should be changed when reading a poem – but they usually have something to do with the content of the poem. Like a song (imagine that!) it doesn’t work to sing every song in the same “song voice” - you have to give inflection to a song based upon its individual character.
Second only to “poem voice” is “scholar voice” which is often accompanied by a slight backward tilt and subtle shake to the head, the gentle half-closing of the eyes, and repetitive, slow, circular gesticulations.
See: Graduate English Department.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
The Boss Says "Build a House," We Comply
Did you see Bruce Springsteen last night? I did! And if you have never seen Springsteen live, you don't know what you're missing.