Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Meme (123)

My blogging friend Lee has tagged me with this meme:

1. Pick up the nearest book.
2. Open to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people, and acknowledge who tagged you.
Here's what I've found:
Products began to offer something more, something magical, something that could only be achieved at the press of a button. Indeed, of the terms used by people in the Populuxe era to describe their remarkable time — "the jet age," "the space age," "the atomic age" — "the push-button age" seems the most comprehensive and evocative, the one that embraces the miracles and the menace of the time.

There was a tremendous proliferation of push buttons on products during the 1950s and well into the 1960s.

Thomas Hine, Populuxe (Woodstock, NY: Overlook Press, 2007)
Yes, there was. My family's first car (or the first one I know about), a Plymouth, had a push-button transmission.

Ben, Elaine, Jason, Joe, Sara: you're it.

comments: 4

Anonymous said...

In his secret speech at the XX party congress, he launched a selective but harsh attack upon the crimes of the Stalin era and the gross cult of Stalin himself. Khrushchev survived both the major fallouts from this startling reversal - the unrest in Eastern Europe later in the year and an anti-Kruschchev putsch of 1957. At the XXII congress, Krushchev removed Stalin's name from the legendary city of Stalingrad, which now was renamed Volgograd.


Lee said...

Hi Michael, you've now established that these memes may occasionally do some good. I hadn't heard of Populuxe before, but it sounds fascinating.

And thanks.

Michael Leddy said...

Ben, that's gotta be from your Russian film course, no?

Populuxe is a lot of fun, Lee — great photos and analysis of mid-20th-c American design.

Elaine Fine said...

And I saw that it was a carpet, that flew like a bird; and I was in a valley of flying carpets, that flew to and fro. So lying on my stomach and quaking in great fear, for I knew not whether I would plunge to destruction, I gripped the side of my carpet and flew down into the valley. And the valley was so thick with those flying creatures that I felt them brush against my cheeks and fingers; and I held tight with one hand, and covered my face with the other.

From "The Eighth Voyage of Sinbad," a story in Steven Millhauser's The Barnum Museum. Out of context the "creatures" seem to be other flying carpets, but in the story the creatures are rocs.