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Category Archives: Popular Culture
French Profits
I suspect that the phrase is an oxymoron, sort of like “French victory.” Anyway, if anyone would know how economically crazy the French are, it would be Veronique.
[Wednesday afternoon update]
I’m shutting down comments on this post, because it seems to have become a spam magnet.
Frank Frazetta
A couple of people have emailed that he died.
Sorry for his friends and family, but all I can do is shrug. I was never into his art, or fantasy in general.
[Update a few minutes later]
For those who do care, this is probably a useful site.
And So It Begins
V’ger is starting to go mad:
The first hint of a problem came on April 22, when engineers first spotted the data pattern change. Since then, they’ve been working to fix the glitch and began sending commands back to Voyager 2 on April 30.
Because Voyager 2 is so far from Earth, it takes 13 hours for a message to reach the spacecraft and another 13 hours for responses to come back to NASA’s Deep Space Network of listening antennas around the world.
I hate when that happens.
Three Reasons
Youtube shouldn’t take down the Downfall parodies.
Celebrate
Let me join with the president in wishing everyone a happy Cinco de Quatro.
Ernie Harwell
RIP:
I grew up listening to Ernie call games—sometimes in bed, having smuggled a portable radio between the sheets; sometimes with my grandfather, on summer nights at a house in northern Michigan that had no television. Harwell’s distinctive voice—nasally, with the hint of a southern twang—was unforgettable. The sound of my mother’s voice will stay with me always; so will Harwell’s. Like all great radio men, he had a few special phrases. Home runs were “looong gone!” A batter who took a called third strike “stood there like a house by the side of the road.”
The habit that amazed me in my early years occurred after foul balls at Tiger Stadium. A ball would fly into the stands and Harwell would announce that a lucky fan from Owosso or Wyandotte or wherever was going to take it home. For years it puzzled me: How does he know that?
Those are my summer memories, too. And I wondered the same thing. I hate to say that he was making it up, but I’d like to see another explanation. All I know is that I’d like to think that he did know it. Who did it hurt?
Imagine
I’ve discussed this before, but here are some thoughts on one of the dumbest songs ever written (Give Peace A Chance is a runner up). It never previously occurred to me, though that Lennon might have actually been mocking his own fans with it. I suppose it’s possible.
Why Zombie Movies
Demand Pull
War has probably advanced technology more than any other human endeavor, except when it comes to communications technology. There the driver has always been porn.