Getting laid

December 3rd, 2007

Karen Abbott, author of a history of prostitution in early 20th century Chicago, proffers a theory about the origins of a famous phrase:

The Everleigh Club might be the only brothel in American history that enhanced, rather than diminished, a man’s reputation. Clients reportedly boasted, “I’m going to get Everleighed” tonight, which helped to popularize the phrase “get laid.”

[Via Blog of a Bookslut]

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Charting rap

December 3rd, 2007

Turning rap lyrics into bar charts is an awesomely nerdy thing to do. Not to mention really funny.

[I'm not claiming to have been able to identify all the songs depicted by any means, but the ones I did recognise were very nicely done.]

[Via web-goddess]

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#18: "If this isn't a drawing of a naked guy on fire anally violating a semi-nude grotesquery in midair I don't know comic books!"

November 30th, 2007

There's simply no denying it: Rob Liefeld is utterly shit!

See, for example, item #4:

I held this picture up to my roommate out of context and said "I want to see how long it takes you to figure out what is happening in this panel."  He stared at it for about 45 seconds, brow furrowed, before timidly offering, "Breakdancing contest?" 

[Via LinkMachineGo]



November 30th, 2007

Who could have guessed that this woman was destined to become a lawyer?

[Via GromBlog]

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"I can't tell you how many books I've just thrown out the window because, at 15 ounces, the bastard was just so damn heavy."

November 28th, 2007

Possibly the best comment yet on Amazon's Kindle e-book reader:

"Kindle combines your love of reading with your even bigger love of putting your book down so it can recharge for three hours."

[Via Peter Gasston, posting to a comment thread at A Brief Message]

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Novelists on Hollywood

November 27th, 2007

From an essay on how literary novelists feel upon seeing their work adapted for the big screen:

Palahniuk was working as a mechanic when his 1996 novel “Fight Club” was made into a film directed by David Fincher. “I only quit my job … because my phone rang with personal calls all day, and I couldn’t get my real work done,” he said in an e-mail message. “On the day ‘Fight Club’ started filming, my agent sent dozens of white roses to the garage where I worked — that kind of botched my standing among the other mechanics.”

What would have been the appropriate gift for a mechanic on the threshold of graduating to the ranks of the literati, I wonder? A really high-quality spanner set?

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Persepolis trailer

November 26th, 2007

The trailer for the film adaptation of Marjane Satrapi's Persepolis demonstrates that the film-makers have stuck pretty closely to both the style and the content of Satrapi's graphic novels. (No doubt it helped that Satrapi was co-director of the film.)

More importantly, it appears to be a successful transfer: the film apparently retains both the whimsical touches (like young Marjane's conversation with God) and the serious side of Satrapi's story of a little girl coming of age in Iran at the time of the revolution. I'd like to hear a trailer using the English language soundtrack, but what I've seen in the trailer looks promising.

[Previous posts on Persepolis can be found here and here.]

[Via Fimoculous]

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November 25th, 2007

Greg Knauss is a slave to Microsoft Outlook.

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"You were eating an ice cream cone."

November 25th, 2007

James Parker's article on rock stars' on-stage banter includes this gem:

Fugazi of Washington, D.C., had riot containment down to a fine art: You might say it was part of their raison d'être. Anyone stage diving or slam dancing at a Fugazi show risked a brisk philosophical re-education—the music would stop, and through the buzz of idling amps, singer Ian MacKaye would make his displeasure plain. "You wanna kick and punch people?" he can be heard asking on Jem Cohen's 1999 documentary Instrument. "Then get the fuck up on the football field!" Co-singer Guy Picciotto becomes interested. "Those two?" he asks, before addressing the culprits in a folksy, reflective manner:

"You know, I saw you two guys earlier at the Good Humor truck, and you were eating your ice cream like little boys. And I thought, 'Those guys aren't so tough! They're eating ice cream! What a bunch of swell guys!' I saw you eating ice cream, pal. Oh, don't you deny it. You were eating an ice cream cone. You were eating an ice cream cone. Oh, you're bad now, you're bad now, but you were eating an ice cream cone, and I saw you."

It says something for the presence of Fugazi, for their commitment to a complete encounter with their audience, that Picciotto was able to improvise such a beat-perfect oratorical flight. What can have remained of the mosh pit goons after this fantastic denunciation? Two smoking pairs of sneakers?

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November 24th, 2007

I find this photograph oddly compelling…

[Edited to add that no sooner had I pressed 'Post' than I realised that I should have titled this post "Girl with glasses". jr]

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