[As seen in the produce section.]
Teen spinach is for real. The Classic Salads website explains the difference between baby spinach and teen spinach: “a week of additional maturity.” Yeah, right — like that’s gonna make you mature? One week? I’m sure.
Teen spinach is at times awkward, at times moody. It would just like to be left alone, in its bag, until it is time for dinner.
[Post title with apologies to Kurt Cobain, Krist Novoselic, and Dave Grohl.]
Thursday, October 27, 2016
Smells like teen spinach
By Michael Leddy at 8:36 AM comments: 3
“No Cash”
[As seen in a parking garage.]
I would like to think that saying “No cash,” or more politely, “Sorry, I have no cash” would prompt the attendant to wave the driver through, saying “Your excuse or explanation or barefaced lie is good enough for me, sir. Have a pleasant day.” But no.
File under Unnecessary “quotation marks.”
By Michael Leddy at 7:57 AM comments: 0
Wednesday, October 26, 2016
A tribute in dubious taste
In the aftermath of the Great Blackwing Fiasco of 2010, I’ve had little to say about the Palomino Blackwing pencil. This pencil doesn’t interest me. But I had to say something when the Palomino Blackwing’s manufacturer attempted to associate the pencil with the music of Duke Ellington and John Lennon. And now once again I have to say something:
California Republic recently began a line of limited-edition Blackwing “tribute” pencils. The latest one, “A Tribute to Dorothea Lange,” marks the eightieth anniversary of Lange’s photograph Migrant Mother. This pencil is a tribute in dubious taste — or a tribute to dubious taste. From the company website:
Blackwing 344 celebrates the 80th anniversary of this historic photo and the artistic legacy Dorothea Lange left behind. The deep red barrel, red foil imprint, bright red ferrule and black eraser reflect what a Blackwing 602 pencil would look like in a darkroom. The model number references Library of Congress LOT 344, which contains a number of her photographs, including the iconic “Migrant Mother.”The arbitrariness (eightieth, 344) of this tribute aside, I have to wonder what it means to ”celebrate” a photograph that documents human suffering by turning that photograph into an opportunity to market high-end stationery supplies. And I wonder what Dorothea Lange would make of it.
See also Montblanc’s Gandhi pen.
Related reading
All Blackwing posts (Pinboard)
[I follow The Chicago Manual of Style in italicizing the title of the photograph.]
By Michael Leddy at 4:12 PM comments: 2
“One of the last joys in life”
From Mascots (dir. Christopher Guest, 2016). Greg Gammons Jr. (Fred Willard) is watching a pencil-and-sharpener mascot performance:
“That’s one of the last joys in life, sharpening a pencil. It’s hard to do that wrong.”Mascots is streaming at Netflix. Not the best Guest, but still a pleasure, with all the usual suspects and a special Guest appearance.
Related reading
All OCA pencil posts (Pinboard)
By Michael Leddy at 8:29 AM comments: 4
Tuesday, October 25, 2016
“Just teaches physics”
A biographical squib:
Alex Small is a tenured associate professor of physics at California State Polytechnic University at Pomona. When people are watching, he facilitates learner-centered activities for the accomplishment of learning objectives and engages in production of scholarly knowledge in interdisciplinary paradigms. When people aren’t watching, he just teaches physics and does research on biological applications of optics.Administrative types could benefit from Small’s advice.
Alex Small, “Tips for Managing Curmudgeons” (The Chronicle of Higher Education).
By Michael Leddy at 11:28 AM comments: 0
Orgy-related
From Honoré de Balzac’s story “Sarrasine.” La Zambinella speaks:
“Orgies do harm to my voice.”She means, of course, wild parties — nothing more.
The Human Comedy: Selected Stories , trans. from the French by Linda Asher, Carol Cosman, and Jordan Stump (New York: New York Review Books, 2014). This story translated by Stump.
“Sarrasine” became the stuff of Roland Barthes’s tour de force S/Z (1970). I’m glad to have read, at last, the story.
Also from Balzac
“Easily five foot eight or nine”
By Michael Leddy at 10:49 AM comments: 0
Erasmus ekphrasis
From a description of Hans Holbein the Younger’s 1523 portrait of Erasmus:
Stefan Zweig, Erasmus of Rotterdam , trans. Eden and Cedar Paul (New York: Viking, 1934).
The painting hangs in the Louvre. Wikipedia has a large, clear reproduction, much larger than this one:
[Portrait of Erasmus of Rotterdam .]
Other Zweig posts
Destiny, out of one’s hands : Fanaticism and reason : Happy people, poor psychologists : Little world : School v. city : “A tremendous desire for order” : Urban pastoral, with stationery : Zweig’s last address book
By Michael Leddy at 7:37 AM comments: 2
Monday, October 24, 2016
Awkward metaphor of the day
A campaign spokesman, speaking of his candidate to an anchor on CNN:
“He’s not going to be a wallflower that’s going to get pushed around.”I can’t imagine what metaphor this spokesman was reaching for. But it certainly wasn’t wallflower . Perhaps he was confusing school dances, where the meek stand off to the side, and school hallways, where the meek get pushed up against the lockers.
The comments from Daughter Number Three and Pete Lit on this recent post made me notice the spokesman’s use of “with all due respect” — twice, each time prefacing a reply that said, in essence, You’re completely, totally wrong, you jerk.
Related reading
All OCA metaphor posts (Pinboard)
[“Where the meek stand off to the side”: if they’re even there. I speak from experience.]
By Michael Leddy at 4:59 PM comments: 0
A Face in the Crowd
From A Face in the Crowd (dir. Elia Kazan, 1957). Marcia Jeffries (Patricia Neal) asks Larry “Lonesome” Rhodes (Andy Griffith) a question:
“But how does it feel?”Lonesome Rhodes is a product, really, made for radio and television. He refuses to follow scripts. His people, as he describes them:
“How does what feel?”
“Saying anything that comes into your head and being able to sway people like this?”
“Yeah, I guess I can.” [Pauses .] “Yeah, I guess I can.”
“Rednecks, crackers, hillbillies, hausfraus, shut-ins, pea-pickers, everybody that’s got to jump when somebody else blows the whistle. . . . Only they’re even more stupid than I am, so I gotta think for ’em.”And there’s more. A Face in the Crowd is disturbingly prophetic.
By Michael Leddy at 9:20 AM comments: 2
Dad in a dream
My dad was volunteering at a senior-citizens center, showing silent movies. He would “load the software,” then talk about and show a movie. And to my surprise, he was smoking: True cigarettes. I asked him if they were regular (in the blue pack), or menthol (green). He didn’t know, which surprised me, but I didn’t press it.
In August my dad dropped into a less puzzling dream. I hope I’ll see him again soon.
[In real life, my dad never touched cigarettes. His own father had begun smoking at the age of ten and went on to smoke for sixty-odd years (Camels), becoming apartment-bound with emphysema and dying of lung cancer, years after quitting. I remember the True pack as it looked in the 1970s.]
By Michael Leddy at 8:25 AM comments: 0