Via The Naked Pastor, ht LL:
Last week, The New Yorker published a brief Daily Shout titled “I Let My Toddler Dress Me, And It Led To The Destruction Of Civilization.” In this frank address from wife to husband, she describes the calamitous results of her child’s wardrobe choices for her: first, she loses her job, then the government falls, and soon the world has spiraled into a lightless warzone steeped in anarchy. This chaos is all due, of course, to some “mismatched knee socks and a Santa hat” worn to work.
On Day One, “unfortunately, the fun idea of having your kids dress you had spread…
Picture the Viper Room, an iconic, purposefully run-down concert venue on the Sunset Strip in Los Angeles, filled with the fans from the current show, a rap group I didn’t recognize. The fans of the band on stage are in front, and they’re a pretty diverse mix of Los Angelinos who are all dressed for a hip-hop concert. Hanging around the back, near the walls, looking at their phones, talking to one another, wearing ironic t-shirts referencing inscrutable internet memes and coding jokes, are the fans waiting to see Random aka Megaran and the headliner, MC Frontalot—the father of nerdcore…
Compiled by Friends of Mockingbird John and Anne Nolon, Liz and Duo Dickinson, Betsy and Larry Roadman, Paul and Mary Zahl, and The Rev. Nancy W. Hanna:
1) “It’s all good.”
Meaning: It’s not all good, something has gone badly amiss. And I absolutely don’t want to admit it.
2) “It is what it is.”
Meaning: I can’t stand this particular situation I’m in. Actually, I hate it and don’t want to talk about it.
3) “Yuh think?!”
Meaning: I want you to agree with me, but don’t want you to think I think I’m smarter than you are. Though I do!
Meaning: This is fine,…
I guess I had a lot of loosely-defined expectations coming into Ridley Scott’s The Martian (based on the book by Andrew Weir). I was expecting it to be more like his other somewhat weighty titles, like Exodus: Gods and Kings, Prometheus, and Kingdom of Heaven, all of which, whatever their merits, remain relatively exhausting in both scope and force. I was expecting it to be emotional and draining, partly because Castaway was emotional and draining, and this was supposed to be Castaway in space. I also had the vague sense that this would be Interstellar Part II and that it would maintain the head-scratching mystique of a Nolan…
From our friend Tim Peoples:
Weird Al is America’s favorite parodist and polka enthusiast, but he is less appreciated for his deeply sad songs about love. It should surprise no one that a parodist has no sincere love songs (so far as I know), but the intensity of his negative lyrics was jarring once I noticed it.
The prototypical example is “You Don’t Love Me Anymore”:
You slammed my face down on the barbecue grill
Now my scars are all healing, but my heart never will
You set my house on fire
You pulled out my chest hairs with an old pair of pliers…
Oh, you know…
Before her character on The Mindy Project even declared, “Its hard being my own role model” or that her Spirit Warrior is named, “Beyoncé Pad Thai,” I was a huge Mindy Kaling fan. For starters, her involvement on The Office is highly undervalued. Sure, she played the crazy fun Kelly Kapoor. But did you know she co-wrote the Niagara episode? People, that’s the stuff of American television legends.
I know a few people who do not like Mindy Kaling. They complain about her voice being too high pitched (is that a reason to not like people now?) or that her humor…
In her hilarious first novel, Amends, released this past August, Eve Tushnet brings together a lively troupe of totally unhinged characters to participate in a reality TV show about addiction. The novel’s “talent” (the cast) lugs around dark histories and fears and sins, but their instability makes them not only interesting but also completely approachable. Reading about screw-ups is always healthy: you’ll be reminded of the refreshing axiom that ‘no one is perfect,’ or at least that you aren’t as messed up as these guys, thank God. Featuring a wolf-girl, a confessional with a camera, some dangerously hard apologies, and any number of avant-garde sexualities, this…
Talk about a gift that keeps on giving! And this particular gift couldn’t be more timely, given Jeff’s post on The Century of the Self yesterday. Some of you may want to fast forward to the 3 minute mark.
This cracked me up, though who knows if it’s the equivalent of 16th century hearsay/urban legend. It’s a story that Martin Luther tells (Luthers Schriften, herausg. von Walch. XV, 446) about Johann Tetzel, the Dominican friar who served as the Grand Commissioner of Indulgences at the turn of the 16th Century in Germany, the man most often cast as the villain in the Luther story:
After [Johann] Tetzel had received a substantial amount of money at Leipzig, a nobleman asked him if it were possible to receive a letter of indulgence for a future sin. Tetzel quickly answered in the affirmative, insisting, however, that the payment had to made at once. This the nobleman did, receiving thereupon letter and seal from Tetzel. When Tetzel left Leipzig the nobleman attacked him along the way, gave him a thorough beating, and sent him back empty-handed to Leipzig with the comment that this was the future sin which he had in mind. Duke George at first was quite furious about this incident, but when he heard the whole story he let it go without punishing the nobleman.