Our president, speaking about Kim Jong Un’s knowledge of Otto Warmbier’s treatment:
“I don’t think the top leadership knew about it.”All I can say is, thank goodness our president never met Hitler.
“I don’t believe that he would have allowed that to happen.”
”Those prisons are rough, they’re rough places, and bad things happened.”
“I don’t believe he knew about it.”
“He tells me that he didn’t know about it, and I will take him at his word.”
About the clash of representatives at yesterday’s Michael Cohen hearing:
Mark Meadows presented the experiences of Lynne Patton, a friend of the Trump family and government employee, as proof that Donald Trump is not racist. But consider this analogy:
If X is said to rob banks, and a bank manager, Y, comes forward to say, no, X never robbed our bank, that denial says nothing about whether X robs banks. Not to have robbed one bank does not mean that X does not rob banks. Especially when X has the dye from exploding money bags all over his person.
To take one person’s experiences with Donald Trump as evidence that Trump is not racist is intellectually dishonest or, at best, painfully naïve. And to take one person’s experiences with Trump as evidence of Trump’s attitude toward a group that person is meant to represent — well, that’s racist.
Compare Louis Zukofsky, speaking of his fellow poet Ezra Pound: “I never felt the least trace of anti-Semitism in his presence.” Yes, but.
[Click for a larger view.]
Do you recognize the elevator operator? Leave your best or second-best guess in the comments. I’ll drop a hint if necessary.
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10:10 a.m.: Now ID’d in the comments.
More mystery actors (Collect them all!)
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[Garner’s Modern English Usage notes that “support for actress seems to be eroding.” I’ll use actor.]
From the Michael Cohen hearing, a few minutes ago. Representative Stephen Lynch (D, Massachusetts-8): “Your side ran away from the truth. We’re trying to bring it to the American people.”
[Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? (dir. Robert Aldrich, 1962). Click for a larger view.]
Miss Jane Hudson, HO 5-6259, is planning to revive her career. She’s placed her ad for an accompanist in the Personal column — nicer than using the want ads, she thinks.
A 1955 list of recommended exchange names gives these possibilities for HO: HObart, HOmestead, HOpkins, and HOward. But at some point HO also stood for HOllywood. The Hudson sisters’ HO must signify Hollywood, don’t you think?
Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? also includes an uncredited appearance by a Mongol pencil.
More EXchange names on screen
Act of Violence : The Amazing Dr. Clitterhouse : Armored Car Robbery : Baby Face : Blast of Silence : The Blue Dahlia : Boardwalk Empire : Born Yesterday : Chinatown : The Dark Corner : Deception : Deux hommes dans Manhattan : Dick Tracy’s Deception : Down Three Dark Streets : Dream House : East Side, West Side : The Little Giant : The Man Who Cheated Himself : Modern Marvels : Murder by Contract : Murder, My Sweet : My Week with Marilyn : Naked City (1) : Naked City (2) : Naked City (3) : Naked City (4) : Naked City (5) : Naked City (6) : Naked City (7) : Nightfall : Nightmare Alley : Perry Mason : The Public Enemy : Railroaded! : Side Street : Stage Fright : Sweet Smell of Success : Tension : This Gun for Hire
[EM: EMerson? EMpire? EV: Evergreen?]
Kenneth Fearing, The Big Clock. 1946. (New York: New York Review Books, 2006).
Also from this novel
“The niece of a department store” : “Me? Dangerous?” : “Nearly everyone was”
[Media studies.]
“He looks sort of like a demented Robert Young.”
Related reading
All OCA domestic comedy posts (Pinboard)
[He: James Griffith, in the Perry Mason episode “The Case of the Posthumous Painter” (November 11, 1961).]
A clue in a Newsday crossword got me thinking about plummet. Which in turn made me think of Ernest Noyes Brookings (1898–1987). Brookings, a Navy veteran and a designer of machine parts, began writing poems while residing in a nursing home. A book of his poems was published in an edition of 400 copies: We Did Not Plummet Into Space: Variety Poems of Special Interest (Charlestown, MA: Innerer Klang, 1983). It’s a book I cherish.
Brookings’s poems are sweet and startling, with lines and stanzas often moving in whatever directions the poet’s rhyming dictionary suggests. Content as an extension of form: radical formalism, says I. Here are the final stanzas of “My Jobs”:
[A number of musicians have set Brookings’s poems to music. A collected poems, Golden Rule, was published in 2016 (London: Boatwhistle Books).]
[Zippy, February 26, 2019.]
In today’s Zippy, a dead drugstore comes back to life. The May Drug Co. stood at Seminary Avenue and Foothill Boulevard in Oakland, California. Here’s a photo gallery, assembled by the artist Gary Molitor, whose father and grandfather ran May Drug.
I like retail density, real or imaginary.
Related reading
All OCA Zippy posts (Pinboard) : A Berenice Abott photograph : Best drugstore in the movies?
Steve Hagen is trying to figure something out:
Kenneth Fearing, The Big Clock. 1946. (New York: New York Review Books, 2006).
The movie (dir. John Farrow, 1948) is fun, but the novel is the real film noir.
Also from this novel
“The niece of a department store” : “Me? Dangerous?”
