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June 20, 2007


Michael Blowhard writes:

Dear Blowhards --

* David Chute posts some irresistable clips from Bollywood musicals.

* Anne Thompson thinks we needn't worry overmuch about women in Hollywood.

* Whipsmart chicklit author Jennifer Weiner is as peeved by the New York Times Book Review's disdain for genre fiction as I am. (My own postings on the topic: here, here, here, here, here.)

* Thursday comes up with a helpful mini-canon for world literature.

* Russian-Jewish immigrant Irina writes that she didn't really discover her Jewishness until she moved to the U.S.

* The Communicatrix 'fesses up to 8 things you probably didn't know about her. #7 represents the best use yet of Google Maps. For a good time, don't miss the last link in that particular entry.

* Prairie Mary pokes around the crawl space under her kitchen.

* Slow This and Slow That -- enough already. Anna Travis praises the speed of modern life.

* Vince Keenan raves about a recent Hard Case Crime Gil Brewer reprint. Vince seems as taken by the book's panties-bra-gun-money cover painting as he is by the book's content. Funny line: "This is what the inside of my brain looks like 24/7."

* Tyler Cowen lists some of his favorite things Quebecois. And here's a deal: Pre-order a copy of Tyler's new book and receive the key to his secret blog. I think all culturebuffs owe it to themselves to read Tyler's "In Praise of Commercial Culture."

* Raymond Pert turns over some moody memories of high-school basketball.

* 2B Rewind: Michael Blowhard reviews "Sex and Lucia," "Lost and Delirious," "The Good Girl," and "My Big Fat Greek Wedding."



posted by Michael at June 20, 2007


I lived in a house with a crawl space for over a decade. I don't really have any interesting stories to tell about it. But I did have to crawl around down there, twice, first to shut off the valve that controlled the water flow and then to re-open it. The whole memory has been blessedly supressed. Some kind of work was being done in the kitchen and the water had to be turned off. That's all I can remember. Amazing that the old lady Prairie Mary mentions was able to calmly wait for her children to discover her. My few minutes down there were fraught.
My house also had foundation problems that I didn't even discover until I was trying to sell it. I think that's pretty common for crawl space homes.
I also was in a dispute with a neighbor that had to be adjudicated. At the hearing she couldn't help blurting out, irrelevantly to the issue at hand, that my house only had a crawl space, no true basement. Until then I didn't realize that a crawl space is a status thing, lack of that is.

Posted by: ricpic on June 20, 2007 9:59 PM

Thanks for the link!

Posted by: Irina on June 21, 2007 12:40 AM

Communicatrix: Please send photo and advise when you will next be in Thomasville, GA

Posted by: Charlton Griffin on June 21, 2007 9:10 AM

Ricpic -- Funny to encounter things that have class overtones, isn't it? In my own case it's often cars. As someone who's been out of car culture for decades, I barely know what the models and makes are these days. All I care about is that my occasional rental Taurus works well. But many people in the heartland care don't just care passionately about their cars, they can get really snobby about them: "Oh, *we* wouldn't drive that kind of thing," etc. Makes me feel like a Martian ...

Irina -- My pleasure. You write a fun blog.

Charlton -- Colleen is one saucy muchacha, no?

Posted by: Michael Blowhard on June 21, 2007 10:40 AM

I just read your review of "My Big Fat Greek Wedding", Michael, and you end asking if the day will come when everyone can joke about everyone rather than only Greeks joking about Greeks and Blacks about Blacks, and so on.

I don't know where this started, so the following sentence is in the passive voice. Jokes and humor have become regarded as acts of hostility. If I joke about Jews, for instance, it's seen as at least disrespectful, if not angry, if not hateful, if not hostile.

I wish this idea of humor as hostility could go away. I wrote in my blog the other day that I love The Onion because it satirizes everything and everybody. It's a pleasure to read a satirical publication that doesn't seem to have an axe to grind but revels in everyone's foolishness and folly.

I'm a Christian. I love Christian jokes. I don't have to step back too far from my practice of faith, especially as an Episcopalian, to see that we Episcopalians are simultaneously earnest good people who do, from a certain point of view, comic things, especially the sacred stuff.

I don't think the day you wished for will come in our lifetime. I think it would be healthier.

Posted by: raymond pert on June 22, 2007 12:50 AM

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