Saturday, July 17, 2010
As you find more, link 'em in.
Friday, July 16, 2010
In other linkage to NYMag, how to cast the right male nerd for your movie. Actually, does this blog have a stated preference in the Cera v. Eisenberg v. Baruchel v. Gordon-Levitt v. Hill v. (The Guys on Big Bang Theory) wars?
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Better still, the food is not spooned onto plates by the cafeteria staff but shared family-style at each table of eight, where civilized behavior and stimulating conversation is encouraged and rewarded.
"The meal becomes an entirely different experience for these kids," says [Vetri's business partner] Jeff Benjamin. "So many of them never sit down with their families, around a table, and discuss their lives. This is a whole different way of eating."
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Finally tonight, a few words about championship rings. Just when did they become the all-important barometer of who does or doesn’t count in sports? When did they supersede personal excellence or exemplary character as a standard of greatness?I don't know how many titles James will have to win in Miami to be beloved and universally admired again. All I know is that there has yet to be a pro-James backlash to counter the massive anti-"ESPN Presents The Decision" reaction (regardless of how people feel about the choice itself), and he's in quite a hole right now.
I got to thinking about that the other night after the self-anointed chosen one, LeBron James, embarrassed himself as he tried to make his decision to seek rings in Miami sound like a search for the Holy Grail. It’s when he essentially admitted to placing a higher priority on winning than anything else.
LeBron’s decision is typical of our immediate gratification era, but it flies in the face of history. Even though he never won a title, Dan Marino is still the biggest hero in Florida. And in Boston, all those Celtics championships are dimmed by the unforgettable brilliance of Ted Williams, who never won anything. In Chicago, Gale Sayers and Dick Butkus have legendary status despite playing on losing teams. And even in the NBA, where guys seem obsessed with being viewed as ‘the man’, real men like Barkley, Ewing and Baylor are ringless, but revered.
Despite such evidence to the contrary, LeBron James seems to think he needs a ring to change his life and secure his legacy. Maybe he’ll get one, maybe he won’t, but it’s probable that no amount of rings will ever remove the stench he wallowed in last week. LeBron may yet find that in the court of public opinion, just as putting on a tux can’t make a guy a gentleman, winning a ring can’t make one truly a champion.
I was one of those 90s teenagers who clung to "Exile In Guyville" like a life raft in high school, but the time has long passed since bashing Liz Phair for not sounding like the Liz Phair of yore was considered clever or fashionable or even remotely necessary, and so instead of lamenting the loss of "Explain It To Me" Liz, let's just focus on this Liz, and this song, which is, well, I don't know what the hell it is. What is this?! Is it a rap? Is it a dance song? Is it a skit? Is someone talking to her? Who is talking? What is happening here?!?In other "you had a nice run in the early 1990s, but..." news, Nicolas Cage has a new movie out today. Surprise: it stinks!
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
How and why this man was important to that uniquely American artform, the comic book, as well as to literature and art more generally, is more than I can hope to capture competently with a few paragraphs of prose. (And you may be assured that no illustrators of note would volunteer to illuminate my musings on the topic.) But this -- among other reasons -- is why the gods of the internet have given us clickable links.
The best succinct summation of Pekar may be yesterday's "farewell" mention in The Comics Reporter. They certainly have the most comprehensive collection of Pekar links. This passage, in particular, resonates:
It is impossible to describe how important Pekar was to a generation of comics readers who sought something outside the overwhelming fealty to genre by the big publishers, how strongly his worked clashed with the dominant ethos, how instructive it was to be caught up in his quotidian travails and realize those things could carry you along as much as any other kind of art.And since we like lists around here, here is Time's list of the Five (purportedly) Best Videos of Harvey Pekar, only two of which, mercifully, are from Letterman.
Rest in peace.
I cannot write honestly about the passing of George Steinbrenner today and claim to have admired or respected the man. Yes, ownership entitles one to do with one's property more or less as one pleases, and it was not Steinbrenner who alone controlled what revenue sharing and other parity-enhancing tools Major League Baseball would employ. But cultural institutions like the New York Yankees are public trusts, and his meddlesomeness -- the five firings of Billy Martin, the Dave Winfield-Howie Spira skullduggery, the facial hair thing and the like -- degraded what should have remained baseball's crown jewel. Steinbrenner's Yankees were at his best after he put Joe Torre and Brian Cashman in place and stayed out of their way.
This has been a sad week for Yankees fans, between the passing of Bob Sheppard this weekend and now Steinbrenner's today. Out of respect, I'll say no more right now.
Monday, July 12, 2010
(That said, I wouldn't include Vanessa Hudgens on the list. The pictures were private, and it's not her fault some cad released them.)
In other MZS news, I hope you've been following his video essay series on how the movies have depicted fame. It's really special, and I'm enjoying his continuing project of exploring new ways to do film criticism and analysis using the tools the Internet provides.
Also, all of the cigarettes are CGI'd out, Rizzo is worried that Kenickie has made her late in applying early to Pomona, and the scene where Danny Zuko sings "Sandy" while a suggestive weiner does backflips behind him ... I have no idea what can be done with that.
Related: How we almost had a Grease with Henry Winkler as Danny Zuko, Carrie Fisher or Susan Dey as Sandy and Lucie Arnaz as Rizzo.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Related: the ten best pictures of Mick Jagger at the World Cup.