Archive for June, 2008

Scatter’s got fly IQ, Mahler 9 and other numbers

Saturday, June 7th, 2008

We are SO species-centric. It’s all about US, homo sapiens, and when it’s not about ALL of us, it’s about our specific, little cultural norms. The buzzing you hear in our cognitive apparatus? We’re it. Buzz. Buzz. More buzz.
I’m referring particularly to the Discovery.com post entitled “Dumb Flies Live Longer Than Clever Ones.” The [...]

More clowns gone wild via Carol Triffle

Friday, June 6th, 2008

Thanks to Carol Triffle, this is an unplanned Part Two of the previous post on Monica Drake’s recently published nove Clown Girl and Triffle’s play at Imago The Dinner. To make utter and complete sense of it, insofar as that’s actually possible, you’re going to have to take a peek at the original post, below, [...]

If stones could speak, perhaps I wouldn’t want to read

Friday, June 6th, 2008

I’ve not traveled to Stonehenge, located west of London on the Salisbury Plain. Others have during the past 4,500 years; including, remarkably, the “Amesbury Archer,” a seemingly wealthy metalworker from the Swiss Alps, who made it to Stonehenge and was buried there around 2,400 BC, only to be unearthed in recent excavations, as reported in [...]

Conan, and we don’t mean O’Brien

Wednesday, June 4th, 2008

Sorry, but this is a post about Conan, and I’ll understand completely if you want to click right past it. It would be possible these days, when pop culture and pulp culture are respectable fields of academic study, to gussy up the attraction that Conan the Cimmerian had for me during several weeks in the [...]

Tuesday wet scatter: Call it Snass

Tuesday, June 3rd, 2008

The Chinook word for blackberries? KLIKAMUKS, with the accent on the KLIK. Actually, that’s Chinook Wawa, the trading language of the Northwest coastal tribes and French traders, and not proper Chinook, which pronounced the M as a B, all this according to George Gibbs’ dictionary of Chinook Jargon (or Wawa) published in 1863.
The [...]

Monday chatter: Naipaul, Tharp, Moje

Monday, June 2nd, 2008

Here is poet Derek Walcott on novelist/essayist V.S. Naipaul, both sons of the Caribbean and Nobel-decorated literary lions:
The plots are forced, the prose
sedate and silly
The anti-hero is a prick named Willie
Who lacks the conflict of a Waugh or Lawrence
And whines with his creator’s
self-abhorrence
Nicely done! According to the Guardian, their antagonism stretches back to the ’70s, [...]

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