Friday, May 14, 2010

And now for something completely different (and no, this is not the Monty Python post you are looking for)

I do not usually do this. It's not in my nature, it brings me a slight tinge of discomfort and even thinking about the next few words and sentences creates an unconscious discomfiting tickle in my upper intestinal lumen. My stomach is churning to right itself.

But like any good little trooper, I'm about to put on my Jay-Z best and perform the only previously stated: here comes the obligatory shout-out.

Specifically, and as some of you may know, I'm a fan of the Bat Segundo show, which was a salve for me especially back in the dark age of San Francisco and has become a staple of my Friday afternoon listening walks. More recently, I've gotten into the interviewer's -- Ed Champion's -- blog . More specifically still, the last two posts are, if anything, a source of both titillation and all around book-geek glee.

For your perusal:
  1. The breakdown of Michiko Kakutani's The New York Times reviews loving entitled "Why Does Michiko Kakutani Hate Fiction So Much?" (with a nice self-deprecating nod to the author's own reviewing predilections).
    (g.m.'s response: yes, she has a lot of snarky reviews, yes, she reads a lot of crap as the pre-eminent review and thus a lot of marquee titles, but even the books she likes tend to be middle-brow, semi-sentimental drivel).

  2. And this one I think I'm strictly enjoying as a point of public service, the (by all means not complete) list of Literary Podcasts. I do have to be frank in this one, as I've not listened to the majority of these, but for anyone who comments on the NYTimes's own Book Review podcast as "Every Friday, for fifteen minutes, the corporate yesman Sam Tanenhaus manages to take all the life out of books," well, for that, I have to give it credit. But it also happens to be a very wide-ranging list, complete with a list of reviews, commentary, readings, etc. It even breaks down for genre stuff.

    Now, if we could just get the same level of vitriol he has for the NYT (we feel it Ed, trust me) applied to the NPR/PRI bastard baby Selected Shorts, which if anything consistently throws out the most compelling list of bland on a weekly basis, well then I'd be happy.
And as a completely separate thing, completely on the Edward Champion kick, I have to throw out a nice little Bat Segundo with Robin Black delving into craft.

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(ed. note: I understand. This just turned into a three-dotter. I will keep it short.)



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(ed. note: on second thought, this section seemed moderately half-baked at the current moment, so will have to be saved for another day/post. Enjoy your weekend.)

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

And where exactly is that warp zone to the springs of bikini-clad Iceland?

I've been trying to pin down the surrealism of the subway system here. I mean, the entire thing, apart from the seeming moebius strip quality to the layout, has always had a varying haphazard ramshackle setup to the stations. This plays nicely into fantasies. No, not those kind. What I'm referring to, and I'm sure it was part of the design intention, is the bizarre mosaics/installations that wend their way onto platforms, walls, walkups to platforms and walls, what have you. The entire thing is a video game. Like some mushroom-hazed and coked-out version of Mario Bros.

Case 1:


(Here, as you will see, is the entrance to the Sino-Egyptian section of Wario world).

Case 2:

(Somebody should tell Dig-Dug this is a job for a gardener/horticultural technician).

Case 3:

(So what did we tell you about pretending like you're frogger?)


Now. That's it. I'm on a bit of a dry spell right now. Excuse the calcium build-up on the brain. Oh yeah, and I'm running out of coffee. The world is topsy-turvy.