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September 29, 2006

The Friday Quiz: Famous Last Words

Like Little Nemo, the wombat is overdue for a trip to dreamland. But before I hie off to Morpheus's questionably managed kingdom (let's hope that there's no repeat of last night's encounter with a porcupine), let me drop this week's brain-bubble, like a subscription card sliding out of a careless subway commuter's magazine, to drift down to the filthy floor of Friday.

In 1976, this writer became the oldest writer to top the New York Times bestseller list -- in fact, the novelist had died just prior to the achievement. To further complicate matters, the novel that did the trick had been written a years before its publication, and sealed in a bank vault until the author agreed to its release.

Who was the author? Bonus: why the long sequestration of the work?

First correct answer posted to comments wins a tortilla in which appears a miraculously manifesting silhouette of the lovable Swedish character Pippi Longstocking. Really, it's just in one corner. Also, it looks a little like a cuttlefish, or maybe a banjo. Anyway, no Googling or subscribing to Times Select to search their archives (and anyway, then you'd feel like you had to go back and read a lot of old Maureen Dowd columns too, because you were, you know, paying for the privilege. And I wouldn't wish that on anyone. Well, Rumsfeld, maybe.) One guess per comment please, but comment comment comment, because what the hey?

September 28, 2006

It Is Unfairly Destructive to Deeply Cherished Prejudices

...when other people start being depressingly sensible and historically accurate.

All right?

(sigh)...alright...

What I Really Hate About Mary Poppins

Is how she treats Bert. I mean, ferchrissakes, when they're walking over that little bridge in the "Jolly Holiday" sequence -- just before the dance with the penguins -- she gives forth with all that crap about how "you'd never think of pressing your advantage," and "your sweet gentility is crystal clear," and he just has to stand there and take it.

And I'm sorry, but Bert is just about twenty times better than Mary, who in the film version has some form of borderline personality disorder. I mean, she's sickly-sweet and then she's all stern, and she's setting people free from their bank-centric illusions and then she's disapproving of Ed Wynn's levitating. OK, so Ed Wynn is pretty annoying, I'll grant you. He doesn't even try to fake an English accent. It's not like Dick Van Dyke sounds like an Edwardian Cockney, I'm sure, but he's in there TRYING.

But still, that fit of pique over the whole thing. I swear, Jane and Michael have got to be good and traumatized by the time that manipulative woman finally blows out of town. And Bert -- my friend, all I could say is, if she can only see you as a "diamond in the rough," she's not fit to black your dancing boots.

September 22, 2006

The Friday Quiz: The Music Man

From the out-of-control train that is Today, hurtling disastrously down the tracks toward near-certain disaster, I desperately toss today's Quiz at you. If I survive the wreck that will undoubtedly occur, I shall attempt to stagger back and help you sort out truth from error. Until then, you're on your own. The mind-relaxer in question:

The tune is based on a soldiers' song of the 16th century. Officially adopted in 1932, it's one of the oldest known national anthems. It's lyrics all assume the character of a single person, and hidden in the first letters of the verses is an acrostic of his name. In the very first verse of the song, the speaker -- a real historical figure -- asserts his loyalty to the monarch of another nation, but it is debated whether this should be taken seriously or ironically.

Our two part question: What is the nation? And who is the historical figure at the center of the anthem?

First correct answer posted to comments wins a commemorative iron-on t-shirt transfer depicting the post-Iranian Hostage Crisis wrestling villain the Iron Sheikh. No Googling or taking those fantastic herbal concentration-enhancing supplements that you get so many emails about. One guess (at both parts) per comment please, but comment in plenitude, if such be your desire.

September 21, 2006

On Beyond Mocku

Top 10 yet-to-be-employed* forms of -umentary

1. Crockumentary
2. Glockumentary
3. Shlockumentary
4. Walkumentary
5. Sockumentary
6. Dockumentary
7. Cockumentary
9. Hockumentary
10. "F-ck You"-mentary

*Actual status of the current or past employment of the listed neologisms not verified. Also, McSweeney's already probably did this joke already. Whatever.

September 14, 2006

The Friday Quiz: Among the Merry Boys

I'm posting this week's quiz a few minutes early, as I'm actually already asleep at this point. Perhaps I am dreaming the Quiz...well, dream or reality, let's away to the magical land of convoluted questions with silly answers. Today's bean-bender:

The Presidential campaign of a 19th-Century war hero featured this song:

"Oh where, tell me where was your _______ cabin made?
Twas built among the merry boys who wield the plough and spade,
Where the log cabins stand, in the bonnie _____ ______.

Oh what, tell me what is to be your cabin’s fate?
We’ll wheel it to the capital and place it there elate,
for a token and a sign of the bonnie ____ _____."


The first, second, and fourth missing words are all the same -- the common name of the Aesculus glabra (the third and fifth have been redacted for reasons of Quiznational Security) whose marvelous properties were such that different parts of the organism have been used in cerebro-spinal treatments and in the making of artificial limbs. By at least one official account, the common name lent itself to a nickname now applicable to not quite 4% of the U.S. population.

What is the common name of the plant? Bonus: who was the candidate?

First correct answer posted to comments wins an informative if now completely historical collection of glossy Congressional campaign literature, most of it delivered to the Wombat offices between September 1 and September 12, chronicling the various means in which candidates for the Democratic nomination for the 11th Congressional district would stop George W. Bush from doing various bad things. The collection weighs approximately fourteen tons, and is remarkable for its rigorous photographic demonstration that someone, at long last, has thought of the children. It is currently being archived in a large clear plastic bag, and will be delivered in same.

NO GOOGLING. Oh sure -- you thought I'd get so lost in my long-winded, semi-humorous complaint about all the damn campaign literature that I'd forget to pre-slap any would-be-Googling hands? A cold day in Hell, my friends. A cold day. As for comments, one guess on the main answer and one on the bonus, per comment. But comment as if it were going out of style. (Although it's not.)

September 11, 2006

Insufficient Response

One never knows quite what to say -- or what not to say -- when confronted by the anniversary of a tragedy. In the weeks and months after September 11, I felt stricken a sense of hollowness, of dumbness in the face of the overwhelming complexity, and the absolute simplicity, of what had happened.

Five years on, that sense for me persists; not so much from any experience of an unhealed wound (I was no more wounded than any other New Yorker with no friends or family among the dead), as from an awareness of how much more complex the task of unraveling the far-reaching consequences of those attacks. The empowerment of a reckless administration was only the beginning; the setting-in of a culture of irrational fear has been even more widespread and corrupting. And this, in turn, has led to a kind of News at 11 crime-report culture where the shocks (water bottles! bird flu! sea levels! teen sex!) come fast and furious. The public desire to get something purposefully done (about, say, health care coverage, greenhouse gas emissions, the wealth gap, or wholesale slaughters in various parts of the world outside of Iraq) might have been nurtured by our political leadership. They might have taken the moment of national (indeed, global) unity and made something of it.

Instead, the opportunity was squandered. The sole active decision of the Bush administration that can be yet defended was the choice to remove the Taleban from power in Afghanistan and to break up the base of the Al Quaeda network's support; now, our inconsistent and Iraq-centric policy in Asia has made the the success of the former seem perhaps temporary. As for the latter, I don't doubt it had powerful effects. But we have insisted at the same time on becoming a recruiting poster for future networks of armed terror. The excuse that these people "hate freedom" is worse than laughable -- it's a bald-faced denial of the obvious truth that nobody likes a superpower, particularly one that shows, through its actions (secret torture prisons, anyone?) its contempt for rule of law and its own ideas.

And that only scratches the surface. And doesn't take into account my own lack of transformation -- I trundle along, much as usual. Do I go out of my way to eat only locally-produced food? I don't. I even drive a car now, and tell myself I have to have it. I even sometimes drive it to do things like get a bargain on wine. Future of the globe be, apparently, damned. Damn.

There's a lot I haven't addressed above -- the absence of which now makes me cringe. But I'll post this anyway.

A few links, at least. Nothing you wouldn't have seen elsewhere.

Without knowing a scrap about architecture, I tend to agree with the tenor of this NYT review by Nicolai Ouroussoff (reg. req'd, sorry) about the proposed downtown buildings. As in, I just think they're dull and corporate, and I think they should be in Phoenix.

Josh Marshall (citing, incidentally, a good article by James Fallows, in the Atlantic), had some thoughts less inarticulate than my own.

This (now-deleted) post at MeFi -- its harebrained sense of programmatic "rememberance" and the pile-on of reflexive snark that ensued, are a good example of why I shy away from addressing any of this.

Finally, can I just note that if you don't comment on this post, the terrorists really will have won this time. I've been holding them off....getting....so....very....tired....

September 08, 2006

The Friday Quiz: Gavin Burns for You

You know, I realize I never got around to answering the tossed-off question I threw out last week: the answer, for those who care, is the Holy Roman Empire.

Today our frequent Guest Quizmaster Gavin, still daubed in the healing ashes of Burning Man, saves our bacon by offering a cortex-number of his own devising, to wit:

In the 1956 Miss America pageant, forty-six of the contestants represented U.S. States. What other four geographically-defined entities were represented?

According to Gavin, you don't need to get all four right in one comment. You may include up to four guesses in each comment.

The person judged by the Quizmaster to have been the mostest correctest the firstests will receive a small diorama, made by Gavin while coming down from his Burning Man "spirit quest", in which a collection of horned-toad skulls and discarded G.I. Joe figures has been re-worked into a Day of the Dead-style tableau depicting the suppression of the Whiskey Rebellion by General Henry "Lighthorse Harry" Lee.

No Googling or piling into a car for a quick research trip to Atlantic City. Summer's over.

September 07, 2006

Hypocrite Lecteurs

Caryn James delivers the shocking verdict: a lavishly produced photo spread in Vanity Fair fails to convincingly establish the health of the Tom Cruise-Katie Holmes family! This news will hopefully save quite a few people the $7 they might have otherwise spent, crossing their fingers for a satisfying reassurance -- a Restoration, if you will, of a House whose flirtation with madness has nearly cost them their rule over an imaginar -- if profitable -- kingdom of Public Opinion.

Dropping the typically overworked sarcasm for a minute: is James out of her mind? Does she imagine that any person with more than half a wit left to them could find, in a freakin' Annie Leibovitz photoshoot in Vanity Fair, evidence of anything relating to the real world? I suppose if James wishes to treat the performance of "celebrity" as a Wildean art, in and of itself, she might have cause to devote a "Critic's Notebook" (love the title -- it claims authority while disavowing responisbility, almost like a blog!) to the phenomenon. But by restricting herself to the question of whether or not Tom and Katie are successfully appearing as "normal" as we say we want them to be, she doesn't deal in terms more transcendent than the mechanics of P.R.:

What [Cruise] really needs to do is ask his former publicist, Pat Kingsley, to forgive him for firing her and take him back. He needs somebody on his side who can convince the public that he knows the difference between a celebrity photo shoot and real life, whether he actually knows the difference or not.

Who is this public of which James speaks? Are the Critic and her Notebook part of it? Either critics are now sublimely appreciative of the efforts of publicists to shape impressions (in which case, really, it's the publicist who's the Wildean artist -- or perhaps the Shavian one?); or else James is able to stand aside from the In Touch-reading masses, commenting dryly on how the right operaive is needed to massage their primitive celebro-receptors.

I think, to give her credit, James would say that the former is the case, and not the latter. But why, then, doesn't an essay like this at least gesture at the obvious point, the great big TomKat in the room. Unlike wacky aristocrats of yore, Tom and Katie hold their titles by dint of the mass application of Attention. We are their lords and masters. We created them and sustain them. The moment -- a moment which inevitably arrives, despite its unpredictability -- our attention wanes, they will evaporate. We clearly wanted and needed Tom Cruise's mania, his Oprah-antics, his lightning alliance with a younger star, and the secretive fruit of their union. We wanted it. We wanted a telenovela-level romantic triangle, and got Brangelina. We begged for a Britney to play the Bad Mommy in public.

And, in case you were wondering: it means that we suck.

September 06, 2006

All Sandy Berger's Fault

ABC's "docudrama" The Path to 9/11 is being distributed to 100,000 educators for free. But it looks like a right-wing agenda is at work.

"Now The Trap Has Sprung"

Those socialist pantywaists over at Business Week are all worked up over the perfectly reasonable practice of gulling thousands of homebuyers into mortgages that leave them "upside down -- meaning borrowers' homes are worth less than their debt." Despite their pathetic mewling about how banks are motivated to flog these crazy schemes (about which every emptor should clearly caveat with a vengeance), the Marxists running the real estate desk at BW couldn't stop some of the square-jawed American free-market truth to shine through their pink-stained lament:


Analyst Frederick Cannon of Keefe Bruyette & Woods says most banks don't apologize for their option ARM businesses. "Almost without exception everyone says [the option ARM] is a great loan, it's plenty regulated, and don't bug us," he says. In an April letter to regulators, Cindy Manzettie, chief credit officer for Fifth Third Bank in Cincinnati, said it's not the "lender's responsibility to help the consumer determine the appropriate payment option each month.... Paternalistic regulations that underestimate the intelligence of the American public do not work."

September 05, 2006

For Metafilter Heads Who Also Went Through An Arlo Guthrie Phase Only

Awe-inspiring

and

Beyond Belief

Please note: if you do not quite get this, just listen to this . Then read all of these.

September 04, 2006

The SS Helmet is a Nice Touch

There are police uniforms which are reassuring. Symbolic of the notion of the keeping of the peace and whatnot.

And then, there are those which are not.

September 01, 2006

The Sort-Of Friday Quiz: Something for the Weekend

In lieu of a Friday Quiz offered with any reasonable timeliness, here's a little brain-waster with which to while away what will be a very rainy weekend around these parts. Sadly, nothing in it is seasonal or tied in any manner to the history of organized labor. Oh, well...

Francis or Franz, depending on which language you were using, was the nephew of Marie Antoinette, and the father of Napoleon's second wife. He was also the last...what?

First correct answer posted to comments wins a transcript of Samuel Beckett in conversation with the computer program ELIZA. No Googling or...look, just no Googling, OK? And that means that Google Earth thingy, too. One guess per comment, but comment as often as you like.

p.s. Oh, and, thanks for all the nice comments on our last little self-pity-party. We promise not to throw those more often than once a month.