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  • The Rich Are Different…

    …they can write things like Anthony Lane’s delightful piece on Grace Kelly:

    A home movie exists of the children at play, on a beach—perhaps at the family vacation home in Ocean City, New Jersey. The children, in bathing costumes, are still small, and each is summoned forth to face the camera and salute, as if being a Kelly were a form of active service. When in Rome, you can see the movie for yourself; just wander down the Via del Corso and duck into the Fondazione Memmo, where an exhibition entitled “Gli Anni di Grace Kelly, Principessa di Monaco” is showing till the end of February.

    “When in Rome” is classic Lane.  He knows that we know the figure of speech is threadbare.  But he intends it literally.  The conceit that we just might happen through Rome shows up the cliché’s absurdity—as if we know how to behave when in Rome, or what the Romans do.  Lane also has fun with the sober conventions of exhibitions and exhibition reviews, mashing up details with the kind of language travelogues use to let us know they’re having oh-so-much fun with no effort at all—just “wander” here and “duck in” there and it’ll be splendid, darling, splendid.  He’s like a verbal bullfighter, flourishing his allusion, leading us where he wills.

  • RückseiteÜberraschung

    Everything I chanced upon on the Internet today was funny (well, not this or this.  Three guesses as to why we don’t hear more about tainted food).

    Instead!  BBC reports on condom size problems in India and South Africa.  And WTF, Comcast?  More substantively, Pareene has the last word on Whole PaycheckFood’s John Mackey in possibly my favorite Gawker post this year.

    Then there’s this.  After almost two decades of the web, do we have a term yet (besides ‘distraction’ or ‘procrastination’) for the wonderful, terrible, scabby, or NSFW unexpectedness on the far side of a link?  Call it far side surprise, or RückseiteÜberraschung, like in SF when a ship’s crew has to suddenly figure out where the heck they’ve woken up or jumped to, and all familiar bearings are gone (This happens a lot).

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  • Just Like Fashion It’s A Passion For The With It And Hip

    The Times gins up some page views compares Michelle Obama’s and Sarah Palin’s style.  In making the two women a focal point for the year, the piece veers from lists of peripherally related issues to what their choices seem to typify so that initially it’s hard to find a main idea other than: look! (Poor Cindy McCain.  No style piece for you).

    For some reason, both the Times and I think of Michelle by first name and Palin by last name (check the file names for the slide shows).

    Both women look terrific.  But as the article goes on, it decides that it feels antagonistic towards Michelle.  Of her choices in labels it says:

    [They] are all insider, apart from her shorts and those strategically worn plebe numbers from Target and Talbots. If she got any more insider, she’d be backing down a runway. She wears Rodarte, Jason Wu, Sophie Theallet, Narciso Rodriguez, Thakoon, Isabel Toledo and Rick Owens, labels that in terms of creativity and price are at the highest level of fashion. Go much higher and you hit couture.

    Sly writing, relying on a winked shared assumption (insider=bad) without offering a rationale.  There are the kind of ‘insider’ things that make no sense without a reference point (4chan jokes, for example), and there are the kind of ‘insider’ things that those on the outside may not know or care that they’re missing.  And maybe Michelle likes to showcase up-and-coming designers.  But no:

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  • If On A Winter’s Blog A Traveler

    In the U.S. we sand and salt the roads.  The British grit theirs (apparently, insufficiently).

    I do love Briticisms.  We drive on the northbound lanes; they drive on northbound carriageways.

    Now, what would they call unobtonium?

  • Highwaywoman

    Driving up the Garden State Parkway this afternoon I was tailgated through Metropark and Iselin by a minivan with a line drawing of a white wheelchair on a blue placard swinging from its rearview mirror.  One of the old stone bridges we passed under was festooned with American flags blown like scarves against chain link fencing, and a black poster that read:

    Support the troops
    Win the War!

    I saw no punctuation after ‘troops,’ so it wasn’t clear whether a causal relationship was implied (that supporting the troops will result in the war being won) or a reflexive definition (that winning the war is support for the troops).  Either reading, I suspect, would be approved of by whoever decorated the bridge.  Nowhere else along my three hundred mile route was there any other visual evidence of the war(s), or commentary for or against them.

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  • "I like a president willing to talk about ‘is-ness’ and ‘ought-ness’"

    E.J. Dionne

    However satisfying it was to hear Dionne and Brooks one-up each other’s approval of Obama’s Nobel Peace Prize response, Gary Sick’s analysis sounds a lot closer to my reaction (except that mine sounded more like “huh?”)

  • Jezebel declares ‘douchebag’ “totally over”:

    It is a truth universally acknowledged that a word that shows up in a Times trend piece must be in want of a replacement

    Can we also universally declare the opening line of Pride and Prejudice worn out and off-limits, and give it back to Jane?

    I’ve never liked the ‘douche[bag]’-as-insult trend.  Too many years of hearing Johnny Backslap types cast other guys as douche[bag]s while—I think, from the way they relished the syllables—happily reminding everyone within hearing that they knew all about vaginas and how to care for them.

    Also, ever since 2004, I can’t hear the word without hearing the Triumph the Comic Insult Dog’s characterization of John Kerry.

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