Tuesday, September 18, 2018

The, that woman

If I hear one more talking head on television speak of Christine Blasey Ford as “the woman” or “that woman,” I will have to say something about it. And now I will. “The woman” or “that woman”— no longer anonymous — has a name, just as Brett Kavanaugh does. Her name is Christine Blasey Ford. Her university webpage identifies her as Christine Blasey. Thus, Dr. Blasey, or Ms. Blasey.

There is more than a touch of misogynist condescension in “the woman” and “that woman.” Remember Bill Clinton’s “I did not have sexual relations with that woman, Miss Lewinsky”?

Pocket notebook sighting

[Dead End (dir. William Wyler, 1937. Click for a larger view.]

The neighborhood cop and an ambulance attendant write down the gruesome details of Baby Face Martin’s demise. Good thing they have notebooks.

More notebook sightings
Angels with Dirty Faces : Ball of Fire : Cat People : City Girl : Les Dames du Bois de Boulogne : Dragnet : Extras : Eyes in the Night : Foreign Correspondent : Fury : Homicide : The Honeymooners : The House on 92nd Street : Journal d’un curé de campagne : Kid Glove Killer : The Last Laugh : Le Million : The Lodger : Ministry of Fear : Mr. Holmes : Murder at the Vanities : Murder by Contract : Murder, Inc. : The Mystery of the Wax Museum : Naked City : The Naked Edge : The Palm Beach Story : Perry Mason : Pickpocket : Pickup on South Street : Pushover : Quai des Orfèvres : Railroaded! : Red-Headed Woman : Rififi : Route 66 : The Sopranos : Spellbound : State Fair : A Stranger in Town : Time Table : T-Men : 20th Century Women : Union Station : Where the Sidewalk Ends : The Woman in the Window

“Clouds of paper”

W.G. Sebald, The Rings of Saturn, trans. Michael Hulse (New York: New Directions, 1998).

The Ashbury family lives a secluded life in a three-story country house at the foot of the Slieve Bloom Mountains in Ireland. I won’t even try to explain beyond that.

Related reading
All OCA Sebald posts (Pinboard)

Monday, September 17, 2018

Megan Garber on “boys will be boys”

At The Atlantic, Megan Garber writes about Brett Kavanaugh and the claim that “boys will be boys.” Two excerpts:

Here is the deeper venality of the boys-being-boys defense: It normalizes. It erases the specific details of Christine Blasey Ford’s stated recollections with the soggy mop of generalized male entitlement. What red-blooded guy, after all, its logic assumes, hasn’t done, in some way, the kinds of things Ford has described? Who, as a younger version of himself, hasn’t gotten stumble-drunk, pinned down a woman, groped her, tried to undress her, and then, when she resisted, held his hand over her mouth to muffle her screams? (“It was drunk teenagers playing seven minutes of heaven,” the Fox News columnist Stephen Miller tweeted, derisively.)


Americans talk a lot, these days, about norms. What will be preserved, in the tumult and chaos of today’s politics; what is worth preserving; what will fall away. Brett Kavanaugh’s nomination to the Supreme Court was already, in the profoundest of ways, a matter of norms: It will determine, almost inevitably, whether the women of America maintain autonomy over their bodies. Here, though, in Christine Blasey Ford’s claim that a young Brett Kavanaugh compromised her autonomy in another way, another norm is being litigated: the way we talk about sexual violence. Whether such violence will be considered an outrage, or simply a sad inevitability. Whether it will be treated as morally intolerable . . . or as something that, boys being boys and men being men, just happens.
I vote for morally intolerable. And I suspected from the start of the hearings that something dark and violent in Kavanaugh’s history might come to light. If Ford is telling the truth (and I believe her account is credible), Kavanaugh is unfit for the Supreme Court — not only because of his actions as a high-school student but because of his denial today.

Mystery actor

[Click for a larger, even more mysterious view.]

Recognize him? Think you do? Leave your best guesses the comments. I’ll drop a hint or two if necessary.

More mystery actors (Collect them all!)
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Sunday, September 16, 2018

Postage due

[Zippy, September 15, 2018.]

Late, like the mail sometimes.

Related reading
All OCA Zippy posts (Pinboard)

Saturday, September 15, 2018

How to help

How to help people affected by Hurricane Florence: The New York Times has suggestions. We just donated to the Diaper Bank of North Carolina.

Today’s Saturday Stumper

Today’s Newsday Saturday Stumper, by Andrew Bell Lewis, may appear “Knotty, at first” (67-Across, seven letters). But the puzzle turns out to be doable, very. Knotty but nice.

Two clues that I especially like: 19-Across, fourteen letters: “Master of the familiar.” Seeing the answer (is it a giveaway?) got me started. And 40-Across, seven letters, “Dorm room refreshments.” No spoilers: the answers are in the comments.

Orange Crate Art at fourteen

My blog is fourteen years old today. It’s an awkward age. But nothing is wrong. Everything’s fine. Just leave me alone, okay? Can’t a person have any privacy around here? Jeez!

[Door slams.]

On behalf of my fourteen-year-old, thank you, everyone who’s reading.

Friday, September 14, 2018

On the run in Los Angeles

Frank Enley (Van Heflin) runs down Clay Street as the funicular railway Angels Flight passes overhead. Clay Street no longer exists.

[Act of Violence (dir. Fred Zinnemann, 1949). Click either image for a larger view.]

Then to the 2nd Street Tunnel. Or is it the 3rd Street Tunnel? Only one way to find out. Run, Frank, run.