Internal Office Memorandum
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TO: Matthew Haber
FROM: Jean-Paul B. Tremblay
CC: Guy Vincent Cimbalo VIII
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OK, gentlemen, you were right. That’s really the only explanation I can surmise for this shot across the bow.
Going off to help teach impoverished and undereducated children in the wilds of Ecuador this winter –– whilst concurrently having left behind that online “Reader Feedback” forum –– turned out to be a dreadfully bad idea. Heinous, even. (Though my lack of internet connectivity proved to be beneficial in polishing my storytelling chops; it’s quite striking how my ignorance of all things Denise Richards/Charlie Sheen and Randy “Duke” Cunningham/Mitchell Wade allowed my newfound gift for narrative confabulation to shine at those Quito-based USAID cocktail parties thrown in junction with Rafael and Lucio…I had people actually believing that I was an expert on everything from Supreme Court litmus tests to the canonical ambient compositions of Brian Eno and Harold Budd. Astounding!)
So, like I was saying, that “Reader Feedback” thing for low culture…a fucking bad, bad, bad idea.
The indignant, self-righteous anger that poured forth from said forum! As though people were entitled to free content on the web! I’ve always felt that unless you’re an impoverished Ecuadorian, you’re not entitled to any such handouts. How very wrong I have since been proven.
And now, not only have we disappointed myriad readers, we seem to have incited some form of extremely aggressive hostility. I am humbled and chastened.
Apparently, these “blog” things are hot shit, and we missed the boat on this one, lads. Or I personally dropped the ball. Or darted home without tagging up at third base. Or mixed sporting metaphors. Fuck if I know; my athletic knowledge is limited to the realm of sexual acrobatics, and that’s about it. (My mother once told me a man would fuck a snake if you held its head. I have since learned this is quite true.)
Anyways, let’s a get a cease-and-desist out on these guys…there’s got to be some form of copyright law or anti-parodic justification we can rely on, right? Do either of you know Lawrence Lessig?
Mucho regardo,
jp
P.S.: Guy, I couldn’t help but notice that somehow you managed to escape their assault…I mean, there aren’t any embarrassingly amateur photos of you posted on that site. No Flickr attack whatsoever. So the idea that you were behind this, I have to admit, did cross my mind, though I am willing to give your treacherous ass the benefit of the doubt.
Category: Shallow
What classic American value! 14 episodes of the under-appreciated “Planet of the Apes” television series, finally available on DVD for a mere $43. I can put it on my shelf right next to other similar items, such as…
Ummm. OK, then. The “Similar Items” list also includes, for what it’s worth, “Unforgivable Blackness: The Rise And Fall Of Jack Johnson” and “What’s Love Got To Do With It (Full Frame)”.
(Thanks to jfajitas.)
UPDATED: Apparently this was already caught by a blogger named SanDiegoJohnny back in October of last year, which somehow makes this even worse, in that it has remained unchanged for months, now, and an entire season of holiday shoppers was exposed to such post-Katrina Kommodity Kommentary.
From “Carey, Legend, West Lead Grammy Nods“, the Associated Press, December 8, 2005:
[Mariah] Carey’s eight nominations tied John Legend and Kanye West. Soul crooner Legend’s nominations included best new artist, while West is up for album of the year for “Late Registration” and song of the year for “Gold Digger.” “I feel incredible,” said Legend, a West protege whose debut “Get Lifted” was a million-seller. “You put a lot of expectations into what you want the record to be.”
Other multiple nominees included 50 Cent, Gwen Stefani, U2 and Bruce Springsteen.
From the Academy’s list of official nominees:
12. Dance Recording: “Galvanize,” The Chemical Brothers featuring Q- Tip; “Say Hello,” Deep Dish: “Wonderful Night,” Fatboy Slim & Lateef; “Daft Punk Is Playing at My House,” LCD Soundsystem; “I Believe in You,” Kylie Minogue; “Guilt Is a Useless Emotion,” New Order.
13. Electronic/Dance Album: “Push the Button,” The Chemical Brothers; “Human After All,” Daft Punk; “Palookaville,” Fatboy Slim; “Minimum- Maximum,” Kraftwerk; “LCD Soundsystem,” LCD Soundsystem.
See, it’s always good for the DFA-haters to get some perspective.
It’s almost enough to make one think there still exists a segment of the record-buying populace who hasn’t heard Murphy’s debut album. Have these poor people not set foot in an Urban Outfitters this past year?
| People make the world go ’round.
Someone said that once, and while it’s not technically true—angular momentum as explained in the equation L=m*w*r2 makes the world go ’round—people are much more fascinating, especially when they pose for photographs. Welcome to the annual low culture 50, a definitive look at people whose photos we could find. This year’s 50 run the gamut from cartoon characters to Presidents— and, no, that’s not a political statement, silly! This is a ‘shallow’ post: None of that gloomy guff here. This is meant to make you smile. And if you’re in The low culture 50, you really have a reason to smile! |
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| Paul McCartney | Wanda Sykes | Ann Curry |
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| Robert Johnson (BET) | Robert Johnson (Blues) | Ed Helms |
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| Richard Perle | Andre Agassi | Jerry Rice |
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| bell hooks | Theo Epstein | Steven Soderbergh |
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| Fredric Jameson | Carrie Underwood | Elvis Mitchell |
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| Stuart Price (aka Jacques Lu Cont) | Martha Stewart | Curt Freese, Ph.D |
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| Keira Knightley | Steve Case | Steve Jobs |
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| Les Moonves | Harvey Mackay | Robert W. Fogel |
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| Howard Dean | Aisha Tyler | Christine Taylor |
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| Dave Foley | Leon Trotsky | Frank Perdue |
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| Goran Visjnic | Grover Cleveland | Jean Baudrillard |
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| Jeff Greenfield | Maggie Cheung | Jesse Oxfeld |
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| Jonathan Lipnicki | Koko | Little Ronnie Howard |
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| Mr. Hat | Nat Hentoff | Philip Michael Thomas |
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| Quentin Tarantino | Rakim | Ringo Starr |
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| Sho Kosugi | The Feral Kid from Mad Max 2: The Road Warrior |
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| Wilbur Wright | Woody Harrelson |
At Home in Oliver’s Macedonia and Woody’s London, the New York Times, November 6, 2005
Selected highlights from the Times’ Hollywood scribe Sharon Waxman’s interview/Q&A with actor Jonathan Rhys-Meyers, star of Woody Allen’s upcoming tennis thriller Match Point…
First up? The 28-year-old actor touches upon this whole “crisis in the Middle East” thing and its relationship to his filming Alexander with director Oliver Stone:
RHYS-MEYERS: You had 20 young male actors, as his main friends, and then 350 soldiers who’d recently pulled out of Basra and Tikrit – they were all actual soldiers. These guys were constantly living their life to the full, because when they were finished, they were being sent back to the Middle East.
WAXMAN: Let’s talk about “Match Point.”
OK, so the subject of Iraq doesn’t interest Waxman so much. Or, at least, an Irish actor’s take on Iraq. What about an Irish actor’s take on being, hmmm, an Irish actor?
WAXMAN: Are you very Irish?
RHYS-MEYERS: What’s very Irish?
WAXMAN: Are you attached to being Irish?
RHYS-MEYERS: Am I in touch with my roots? Yes, I am very Irish.
And with that matter settled, young Jonathan returned to his pensive brooding, coyly maneuvering his gaze about the room, pausing ever-so-briefly to flit his eyelashes…and looking anywhere, anywhere but at this cursed interviewer who had deigned to help him promote his most recent film.
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From the L’il Gangsta Series
Rims sold separately
12 mpg city/16 mpg playground
Some rollover risk
You assume they’re referring to Chris Martin, lead feyboy of Coldplay, not Paul Martin, Prime Minister of Canada.
This week we made funny with:
Chris Ware’s eavesdropping, sexist cripples!
Elmore Leonard’s alcoholic spinsters and blood-thirsty lawmen!
“You shot the four guys who drove their car into the roadhouse that time, all of them coming out armed and standing fairly close. One of ’em, Nestor Lott, the ex-federal agent gone bad, packed two .45’s cinched to his legs. Nestor pulled on you and you shot him and turned and shot the other three.” Gary paused.
Carl said: “This friend of Peyton’s, Venicia Munson, was an old-maid schoolteacher who drank Peyton’s wildcat whiskey and didn’t care who knew it. We’re sitting in her kitchen waiting for Peyton to show, she told me she was scared to death. I said, ‘Well, that’ll teach you to get mixed up with a bank robber.’ She said: ‘You’re the one scares me, not Peyton. I can tell you’d rather shoot him than bring him in.’ She said it was why I became a marshal, to get to carry a gun and shoot people.”
And Firoozeh Dumas’ racially-profiled family!
As soon as my father showed up, we started singing “Happy Birthday” in English. It would have been more natural for us to sing in Persian, but if you are part of a large Middle Eastern contingency these days, you’re already scaring people. Add to that a loud song with guttural sounds and clapping, and you have passengers speed-dialing the Department of Homeland Security.
Previously: More Hilarity from the New York Times Magazine’s “Funny Pages,” and As Seen On The New York Times Magazine’s “Funny Pages”