Showing posts with label Humor and Higher Silliness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Humor and Higher Silliness. Show all posts

Monday, June 14, 2010

Risqué literature: driving the point home

I recently commented on the history blog about the travails of "The Mount," the estate dedicated to the commemoration of Edith Wharton's home, life, and works.  There, I cited a rather disingenuous interview given by current Executive Director Susan Wissler concerning the organization's disastrous earlier financial and management decisions. However, she also spoke about the organization's future.

Unfortunately, what caught my eye was this equally disastrous typo by the interviewer.  The conversation turned to new cultural programs:
[SW] Last summer we brought a Wharton play back to the drawing room with Xingu It was adapted from a short story of Wharton's by Dennis Krausnick (The husband of Shakespeare & Company founder, Tina Packer). This summer we will also present one of Dennis's adaptations Summer. She called it her "Hot Ethan." It is a story of a young woman's sexual awakening and takes place in the Berkshires.

CG [=interviewer] It sounds steamy.

SW It has a few steamy passages. It is too risqué to be read in school which is why students ream Ethan Frome. It entails such hot issues as teenage pregnancy and abortion. [emphasis added]

CG That sounds like a lively production . . .

1) Ouch.

2) And:  Indeed—though not too risqué for Amherst, I'd wager.

Friday, December 25, 2009

Saturday, October 03, 2009

Stephen Fry: "funniest ever" mating ritual

BBC NEWS | Science & Environment | Fry finds 'funniest ever' mating ritual

When Stephen Fry goes in search of the rare kakapo - "the old night parrot of New Zealand" - he finds himself privy to an unusual mating ritual which is "one of the funniest things he has ever seen".

well, except, perhaps for that of our students—but this is hard to top.

Dirty history? Academic Fields Arranged by Purity

History is not even on the chart.


Saturday, April 25, 2009

Billionaires and Students: How to Succeed in Life

During an appearance before the Commonwealth Club in San Francisco, oil man T. Boone Pickens recounted how he floundered in college at Oklahoma State, and what his father told him to set him straight:
"'Son,' he said . . . 'your mother and I don't think you're on the same plan we are for graduation,' and I had to agree . . . . He said, 'Let me just give you a little advice.' He said, 'Son,' he said, 'A fool with a plan can beat a genius with no plan, and what we're afraid of, is, your mother and I are afraid of, that we have a son that's a fool with no plan.'"

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Easter Greetings


My friend Kathy always sends out fine Easter greetings, including this classic, which has won plaudits from my acquaintances even in the northeasternmost reaches of the former East Germany.

She posted this and more on the Easter entry of her new blog, which otherwise focuses on quirks of language.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

MATZA BALL RAP

Holiday silliness. Passover greetings.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Kafka Airport World's Most Alienating

As we wait for deposits to come in from candidates for our study trip to Prague and Kraków this spring and hope that it is a "go," we need to start thinking about travel arrangements. Fortunately, I can assure the students that the actual airport in Prague is rather more user-friendly than the one depicted here:


Can't vouch for that Dostoevsky Hotel, though.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Drill Team for Retired Guys

The approach of spring already brings thoughts of summer, which in turns summons up memories of my parents' generation in the old neighborhood:

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Pay for Pee? (You Pay for Everything One Way or Another)

News last month that budget airline Ryanair was contemplating charging passengers for use of toilets both sparked cries of outrage and stimulated the creative juices of satirists.

Mind you, the CEO was merely contemplating the change, but for anyone who has actually flown on that carrier, the prospect seemed all too likely. Given the airline's stringent limits on weight of baggage and personal items, I felt, as I was packing my luggage some years ago, that I had been thrust back into my more youthful days as a backpacker when, as the late Colin Fletcher explained in his now-classic Complete Walker, fanatics felt moved to snip the labels off their tea bags in an obsessive quest to reduce carrying weight.

The really sad thing is that this is all part of the cynical shell game that we play in modern capitalist society, the more so, as economic crisis looms: We constantly disguise the real costs of things, and who notices? We have an unjust and in some ways inefficient health care system, but we don't realize that part of the expense arises from our unwillingness to tackle real across-the-board reform. The University of Massachusetts notoriously promises (or is required) to limit tuition increases, which it then makes up for by charging increased "fees" for everything else imaginable. The tuna can, which some years ago dropped from 6 and a half to 6 and one-eighth ounces, recently plummeted to 5 (do people ever read weights on packages, or are they just focusing on the "sale" price?). And of course, the biggest shell game in the country is the conservative obsession with "taxes." There is a legitimate debate to be had about size of government and extent of taxation, but it won't be an honest one until we confront the fact that we pay for the things we need one way or another, through the front door or the back, progressively or regressively. Our taxes are kept low, but we pay increased health care costs out of our private funds. Our roads and other infrastructure fall apart--but we pay for the flat tire or busted axle, or we finance highways and public transportation in part through regressive and often regionally and socially unfair taxes and charges. Just look at what is happening in Massachusetts, as residents are being asked to pay an increased gas tax that will primarily fund the eastern turnpike, the whopping debt for Boston's corrupt and mismanaged "Big Dig," and the Boston Metropolitan Transit Authority. Western Mass. residents--who have been getting the shaft since the days of Shays's Rebellion-- are understandably outraged. Charging more for tolls and transit tickets to the Boston-area residents who actually use the structures and services in question would be the most logical and fair solution, but no one wants to face up to market value and fight that fight, so we hide the cost by spreading it around in inequitable ways. To raise the income tax would be equitable and might result in a more equitable distribution of goods, but there's an ideological bias against that. Because most people, educated or otherwise, can't handle quantitative reasoning--we all lose.

And what of the future of and on Ryanair? As always, satire, like science fiction, has the best answer. A friend forwarded this prediction:


Which is ultimately scarier: the prospect that we might one day need to pay to pee--gives new meaning to that economic phrase, "pay as you go"--or that, because most of us can't count, we don't even know what we're really paying for?

It's not just a radical point. Capitalist gurus, too, get it. Why can't the rest of us?




Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Friday, January 16, 2009

That's One Way to Get to Grad School

22-Year-Old Sells Virginity Online -- and Feds Can't Do a Thing to Stop Her
Thursday, January 15, 2009
By Joseph Abrams
Fox News

Excerpts:
A 22-year-old woman is selling her virginity online — offering her body to bidders nationwide in an auction that reportedly has netted a $3.7 million offer — and the law isn't doing a thing to stop her.

The FBI isn't interested. The U.S. attorney doesn't care. Everything is fine by local police, and she isn't breaking any laws.

That's because Natalie Dylan, a made-up name for a real 22-year-old California college grad, is marketing her maidenhead in Nevada, where prostitution is legal.

But some religious legal groups are objecting to the sexual sale, saying they are concerned that its influence may reach beyond the borders of the "Battle Born" bordello state.
and (my favorites):
The Moonlite Bunny Ranch, the brothel that is arranging and hosting the deal, sounded especially gung-ho about Dylan.

"Natalie is a virgin and would like to sell this priceless and rare commodity in a very exclusive and private setting," says the Bunny Ranch Web site.

While the commodity's rarity may be debatable, more than 10,000 bidders have come forth to put a price tag on Dylan's purity. And if the Bunny Ranch's owner is to be believed, someone has offered $3.7 million, a price far above rubies.

"One time only she will appear at the bunny ranch and give up her virginity to the highest bidder," says the brothel's Web site in a needlessly repetitive statement. Dylan says she is trying to finance graduate studies for her sister and herself.  (full story)

Hints to Natalie:

1) If you're a talented student, the graduate school should be paying YOU to attend--not vice versa. 

2) Nonetheless, the experience may prepare you well for what will follow, should your application be accepted.


Winter Stupidity: It Happens Every Year

I Triple-Dog Dare You: Indiana Boy Gets Tongue Stuck on Light Pole
HAMMOND, Ind. — In a scene straight out of the movie "A Christmas Story," a 10-year-old Hammond boy got his tongue stuck to a metal light pole.

Police say the unidentified fourth-grader was able to tell them that a friend dared him to lick the pole Wednesday night. Temperatures in Hammond were around 10 degrees at the time.

By the time an ambulance arrived, the boy was able to yank his tongue off the frozen pole.

Police say ambulance personnel explained to the boy's mother how to care for his bleeding tongue.

The 1983 movie is set in a fictional city based on Hammond, the hometown of author Jean Shepherd.


Obama Dithers on Dog Choice

While Congress and the President-elect spend their time discussing economic stimulus plans and other trivia, crucial matters, such as the choice of the White House dog,  go unaddressed:
“I’m frustrated with the Obamas, just get a dog already,” said Daisy Okas, a spokesperson for the American Kennel Club, who said she has heard from many angry dog owners in recent days over how the Obama’s have been handling what has become, to them at least, a politically charged issue.
This weekend, we learned that the choice had been narrowed to the Labradoodle and the Portuguese Water Dog, but
This seemed to conflict with the president-elect’s earlier statement that they hoped to rescue a dog from a shelter since, as many dog owners have pointed out in recent days, Labradoodles and especially Portuguese Water Dogs rarely are seen in shelters, especially puppies.
. . . . . . . . .
If nothing else, the ongoing presidential pooch pursuit has been a boon to animal rescue advocates, who said the Obamas’ desire to adopt from a shelter has been great for awareness - whether or not the Obamas actually wind up going the rescue route. “Our numbers sky-rocketed the week they announced that,” said Paula Fasseas, of Pets Are Worth Saving (“PAWS”), an animal welfare organization in Chicago.

Even so, Mr. Obama’s public remarks about the dog have been exasperating to some. “He just keeps making statements that are incompatible,” said Ms. Okas, of the American Kennel Club.

The Obama’s “seem to be exhibiting the classic behavior of first time dog owners,” added Ms. Line, who called the process “ a little bit confusing.”
(full article)

Welcome to Washington.  If he can come out of this one without offending everyone, maybe he really can solve our problems.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Maybe it's true

As seen in the world of social networking:


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Man Dressed as Norse God Puts Fear of God in Burglar

From The Scotsman (2 Jan.), "Burglar scared off by man dressed as Thor":
A builder scared off a house-breaker by running at him dressed as the Norse god Thor.

The terrified intruder leapt from a first floor window to escape Torvald Alexander, who was dressed as the Norse god of thunder in a red cape and silver helmet and breastplate.

Mr Alexander had just returned from a New Year's Eve fancy dress party when he discovered the man in his home in Inverleith, Edinburgh.

He said he acted instinctively to chase the intruder away, and believed his costume may have added impact.

Mr Alexander, 39, said: "We were both startled but then the instant
reaction was that I ran at him and he just jumped straight out of the window.

"I think I would be quite scared if someone looking almost like a gladiator ran at them.

"He might have thought the property was empty.

"He probably would not have expected to meet a strong builder, especially dressed in tinfoil and silver."

 [. . . .]

Bizarre Squid Sex

Used to be that National Geographic titillated white bourgeois males (and their pubescent offspring) with photos of bare-breasted "native" women (all in the interests of science, don't you know). Now that that is neither politically acceptable nor necessary (there's real porn all over the internet, and even tv has gotten pretty racy), what can you write about in order to pique readers' interest?

Animal sex, of course (sex among animals, that is):

The latest electronic newslettter of the venerable organization contains an article with the alluring title, "Bizarre Squid Sex Techniques Revealed":
New insights into the animals' intimate encounters include species that cut holes into their partners for sex, squid that swap genders, and males that deploy flesh-burrowing sperm.
(full article)

Thursday, January 08, 2009

New England Prepares for a Storm

Snow and sleet today, danger of ice storm. How New Englanders cope:




(hat tip: kt)

Friday, January 02, 2009

Are You a Clerical Facsist?

At the end of last year, Shiraz Socialist, trying to add some levity to the grim situation of the world, offered a cultural-political questionnaire. Some highlights:
It’s that time of the year when you get bumper issues of magazines, the reviews of the past twelve months and, of course, the Christmas quiz.

So here, for Christmas, is our special quiz.

ARE YOU A CLERICAL FASCIST?

Answer the following 10 questions to check your clerical fascism credentials!

1. Before being published a book should be:-
a) Vetted by a board of clerics for blasphemy
b) Vetted by academics for offensiveness
c) Eh?

2. Putting a bomb in a rucksack and blowing up your fellow citizens:-
a) Sends you to Paradise
b) Sends a message to Tony Blair and George Bush
c) Sends a lot of people to hospital and the morgue, you morons!

3. Women should:-
a) Not go out in public unless escorted by a male relative
b) Not have their rights made into a shibboleth
c) Kick ass! Or crotch!! Or someone’s head in!!! For fuck’s sake
. . . . .

10. The Golden Age was:-
a) 8th century, Baghdad
b) 1917 USSR – there was something to hope for
c) 10 September 2001 – though there was plenty of crap around, it wasn’t this particular kind of crap

(take the full quiz)
As 2009 begins, the questions seem bound to remain relevant for a long time.

Thursday, January 01, 2009

"Best Hanukkah Moments with Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert"

Just to wrap up the so-called holiday season:

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Merry Musical Miracle: Rounds Upon King Wenceslas

Australia adlib presents Michael Greene, " the only person we have ever come across who can whistle and hum two different tunes at the same time...and not only that, he can perform canons, inverted canons, canons in augmentation, and heaps of other two part counterpoint tricks at the same time."

Here he both whistles and hums "Good King Wenceslas"--and after that, for good measure, combines "Waltzing Matilda" and "Danny Boy."