"From the age that is past to the age that is waiting before . . . ."
"We must hail an ambulance." — Rolls Royce owner
to Society wannabe in West Palm Beach, 1969.
From the Apple TV+ series "Palm Royale," Season 1 Episode1 . . .
On the right: Kristen Wiig, executive producer, plays Maxine (not Maxxxine).
"Say the secret word . . ." — Groucho Marx,
"You Bet Your Life" TV game show
See also "ambulance" in this journal.
Kristen Wiig leaving bookstore in
"Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee," S9E1 —
A Windows 10 lockscreen image — "Spooky Moonrise Over Lake":
The previous post suggests a media review.
Doppelgangers from the wonderful world of entertainment —
“We have a clip.” — Kalle (Kristen Wiig on SNL)
From an obituary in this afternoon's online New York Times —
"Mr. Morris published his autobiography,
Get the Picture: A Personal History of Photojournalism , in 1998."
The obit suggests a review of posts mentioning the film
"The Secret Life of Walter Mitty," starring Kristen Wiig.
See as well Wiig and the Louvre Banquet Hall in L.A. —
The book title Get the Picture above suggests a review of
a different Louvre picture, starring Audrey Hepburn —
IMAGE- Kristen Wiig in 'Cock and Bull Story' —
See also some Saturday Night Live comedy in
"The Sound of Music" (a post from March 6, 2011)
and Kristen Wiig in a new "Zoolander 2" promotion.
The title refers to actress Kristen Wiig. (See Getcha.)
For Wiig, a scene from a 1968 Ingmar Bergman parody…
… and parts of a post from Saturday night, July 18, 2015 —
Some related material from pure mathematics — Design Cube (July 23).
1985 — Church window in "Broken Wings" music video —
For Kristen Wiig, whose performances
give a new meaning to the phrase "flying fuck."
2015 — NASA video of June 28 Falcon 9 launch —
From an interview by Glen Duncan with author
Susanna Moore published on January 29, 2013 —
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When did you first realize that you wanted to write fiction? Was there an epiphanic moment? I was a voracious reader as a child, clearing out the local library (my mother had given me a letter for the librarian, attesting that the books that I borrowed were for her reading alone), and I began to write plays, usually starring myself, when I was 9 or 10. There were years of bad poetry. I was features editor of the Punahou school newspaper. But at no moment did I clearly decide that I was going to be a writer, nor did it feel as if I had always been one. I left home for the mainland (I grew up in Hawaii) when I was 17 with no money or education beyond Punahou and the books that I’d read, and knew that I had to earn my living. I had a fantasy that I’d be a reporter and was sent by an equally naïve friend to Walter Annenberg, the owner of The Philadelphia Inquirer , who promptly sent me to the classified ad room, where I became an ad-taker. I’ve always thought that it was very good training: A man would call to place an ad in the hope of selling his used bed, and I would have to write a convincing few sentences on his behalf. I later read scripts for Jack Nicholson and oddly enough had to do the same thing – condense a complicated proposal into a statement of a dozen words. We’ve talked before about how feeling different from the people around us – “mutant” was the word you used – informs or underpins the burgeoning writer’s mentality. Could you expand on that? By mutant, I mean that state in childhood and adolescence of isolation, sometimes blissful, often bewildering, when you realize that you have little in common with the people closest to you – not because you are superior in intelligence or sensitivity, but because you perceive the world in an utterly different way, which you assume to be a failing on your part. It was only through reading and discovering characters who shared that feeling that I realized when I was about 14 that I wasn’t insane. And yes, I think that the sensation, the awareness and then the conviction that your perception of the world is not what might be called conventional, is essential to the making of an artist. It is a little like speaking a different language from the people around you – it affords you solitude, but it also means that you are sometimes misunderstood. |
Related material:
Midnight Politics, X-Woman, "Welcome to Me," and
the following meditation on the word "binder"—
From a Jan. 8, 2015, review of the 2013 Dutch film "App"—
"It is sort of like the old cult favorite 'Electric Dreams'…."
"Digital security is not static."
— Statement today from the Dutch SIM card maker Gemalto
For Kristen Wiig, a 10 if ever there was one.
“To be is to be the value of a variable.”
See also "Ten'll Getcha."
Kristen Wiig, Girl Reporter…
.. in The Skeleton Twins—
"I've got news for you."
Co-starring Bill Hader as Her —
1 2 3 4 5 9 8 6 7
220 * (1/4) = 55 = A1
220 * (2/4) = 110 = A2
220 * (3/4) = 165 = approximately E3 (164.8)
220 * (4/4) = 220 = A3
220 * (5/4) = 275 = approximately C♯4/D♭4 (277.2)
220 * (6/4) = 330 = approximately E4 (329.6)
220 * (7/4) = 385 = approximately G4 (392.0)
220 * (8/4) = 440 = A4
220 * (9/4) = 495 = approximately B4 (493.9)
Exact frequencies (such as 277.2) are from Wikipedia’s Piano key frequencies.
“It may be quite simple, but now that it’s done….“
“The film captures the offbeat time warp of the present-day
desert cities around Palm Springs, with the movie being
partly filmed in Palm Desert.”
See also posts on College of the Desert.
“Kilimanjaro is a snow covered mountain 19,710 feet high,
and is said to be the highest mountain in Africa. Its western
summit is called the Masai ‘Ngàje Ngài,’ the House of God.
Close to the western summit there is a dried and frozen carcass
of a leopard. No one has explained what the leopard was seeking
at that altitude.” — Ernest Hemingway, epigraph to a story
Some background —
Kristen Wiig and a mountain in the recent film “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty”
and Wiig in a Log24 post of Sunday, March 6, 2011.
"Marissa, we picked up an unencrypted signal
below the Arctic Circle." — Hanna (2011)
"We have a clip." — Kalle (Kristen Wiig on SNL)
The first story of "The Snow Queen, in Seven Stories"
by Hans Christian Andersen (1845) (see yesterday morning)—
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Story the First, You must attend to the commencement of this story, for when we get to the end we shall know more than we do now about a very wicked hobgoblin; he was one of the very worst, for he was a real demon. One day, when he was in a merry mood, he made a looking-glass which had the power of making everything good or beautiful that was reflected in it almost shrink to nothing, while everything that was worthless and bad looked increased in size and worse than ever. The most lovely landscapes appeared like boiled spinach, and the people became hideous, and looked as if they stood on their heads and had no bodies. Their countenances were so distorted that no one could recognize them, and even one freckle on the face appeared to spread over the whole of the nose and mouth. The demon said this was very amusing. When a good or pious thought passed through the mind of any one it was misrepresented in the glass; and then how the demon laughed at his cunning invention. All who went to the demon’s school—for he kept a school—talked everywhere of the wonders they had seen, and declared that people could now, for the first time, see what the world and mankind were really like. They carried the glass about everywhere, till at last there was not a land nor a people who had not been looked at through this distorted mirror. They wanted even to fly with it up to heaven to see the angels, but the higher they flew the more slippery the glass became, and they could scarcely hold it, till at last it slipped from their hands, fell to the earth, and was broken into millions of pieces. But now the looking-glass caused more unhappiness than ever, for some of the fragments were not so large as a grain of sand, and they flew about the world into every country. When one of these tiny atoms flew into a person’s eye, it stuck there unknown to him, and from that moment he saw everything through a distorted medium, or could see only the worst side of what he looked at, for even the smallest fragment retained the same power which had belonged to the whole mirror. Some few persons even got a fragment of the looking-glass in their hearts, and this was very terrible, for their hearts became cold like a lump of ice. A few of the pieces were so large that they could be used as window-panes; it would have been a sad thing to look at our friends through them. Other pieces were made into spectacles; this was dreadful for those who wore them, for they could see nothing either rightly or justly. At all this the wicked demon laughed till his sides shook—it tickled him so to see the mischief he had done. There were still a number of these little fragments of glass floating about in the air, and now you shall hear what happened with one of them. |
"Was there more to come? Was I done?
I wondered if I had dreamed
the connectedness of Being
the night before, or if now, awake,
I dreamed distinctions.
I didn’t know where I was for an instant."
— "Alethia," by Charles Johnson, as
quoted by Eve Tushnet on Aug. 22, 2013
Tushnet on Johnson —
"Somebody–I hope a commenter will remind me who it was–
has suggested that the Left typically thinks in terms of an
opposition between oppression and liberation, whereas
the right typically thinks in terms of an opposition between
civilization and barbarism. I would reframe the latter opposition
as order vs. chaos; if we do that, it’s obvious that both
oppositions are unrelentingly relevant, yet few thinkers or artists
are able to hold both conflicts before our eyes at once.
I just finished Charles Johnson’s 1986 short-story collection
The Sorcerer’s Apprentice: Tales and Conjurations ,
a bag of broken glass which is equal parts liberationist and
reactionary, yearning for freedom and knuckling under to fatalism."
Related material —
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Saturday Night Live, Dec. 11, 1976 Consumer Reporter: Alright. Fine. Fine. Well, we'd like to show you another one of Mr. Mainway's products. It retails for $1.98, and it's called Bag O' Glass. [ holds up bag of glass ] Mr. Mainway, this is simply a bag of jagged, dangerous, glass bits. Irwin Mainway: Yeah, right, it's you know, it's glass, it's broken glass, you know? It sells very well, as a matter of fact, you know? It's just broken glass, you know? Consumer Reporter: [ laughs ] I don't understand. I mean, children could seriously cut themselves on any one of these pieces! Irwin Mainway: Yeah, well, look – you know, the average kid, he picks up, you know, broken glass anywhere, you know? The beach, the street, garbage cans, parking lots, all over the place in any big city. We're just packaging what the kids want! I mean, it's a creative toy, you know? If you hold this up, you know, you see colors, every color of the rainbow! I mean, it teaches him about light refraction, you know? Prisms, and that stuff! You know what I mean? |
Tommy Lee Jones perhaps knows what Mainway means.
Kristen Wiig (see Aug. 22, 2013, in this journal) perhaps does not.
See also Tushnet on The Man in the High Castle as well as
Tommy Lee Jones and Hexagram 61.
(Continued from last Sunday)
For some background, see Permutahedron in this journal.
See also…
* Jews may prefer to retitle this post "Sunday Shul with Josefine"
and stage it as a SNL sketch, "Norwegian Disco," with
The Sunshine Girls. (For the Norwegian part, see Kristen Wiig,
of Norwegian ancestry. For the disco part, see Amy Adams,
who stars in a new disco-era movie.)
Some random thoughts suggested by the Norwegian ice hole
in the opening scene of the 2012 film Kon-Tiki .
From a Log24 post of August 2, 2013—
See, too, the secret life of Marsden Hartley :
"When an irresistible force such as you
meets an old immovable object like me…"
— From one whose name was writ in water*
* Scholia: Art Wars, Conceptual Coffee, and Day of the Tetraktys
Part I
Part II
"I Am a Dancer" — NY Times, "The Stone," 9:07 PM ET
Sunday, June 9, 2012 (Tony night)
Part III
(A post suggested by an ad in this evening's online New York Times )
"After being brought to the village's Patriarch… Mick learns
the intent of the colony and how they operate."
— Summary of a story by Orson Scott Card, a Latter-Day Saint.
For some context, see Saints Have Powers in this journal.
Related material —
The Saturday Evening Post and tonight's Saturday Night Live .
From a review of the film "Wild Palms" in The New Yorker by James Wolcott
(issue dated May 17, 1993, pages 104-106)—
"The MacGuffin that will determine the outcome is a piece of
software [sic ] called the Go chip, its name taken from the
strategy board game. (There's a nod in the script to the Japanese
novelist Yasunari Kawabata, author of 'The Master of Go.')
Whoever possesses the Go chip possesses the
'techno-shamanistic key to eternity'…."
"In tomorrow's techno-pop tyranny, reruns are the basis of order."
"As Kreutzer's mistress, Kim Cattrall has excellent posture."
From Saturday Night Live on December 10, 2011, a portrayal of Kim Cattrall—
See also "Sex and the City" fans in The Crimson Passion.
For other keys (perhaps related to the Wild Palms "image sickness"),
see "Claves Regni Caelorum (Escher)" — Images, 1.9 MB.
For Hillary Rodham Clinton
Announcer: Red Flag Parfum, by Chanel.
The only perfume that warns men:
[ she turns to leave the party ]
Woman: I'm fucking crazy!
[ she runs from the party ]
Announcer: Red Flag.
Another version of Running from the Party —
"Words are events." — Walter J. Ong, Society of Jesus
From the author of The Abacus Conundrum—
Harlan Kane's sequel to The Apollo Meme—
THE KRISTEN EFFECT
"Thus the universal mutual attraction between the sexes is represented."
— Hexagram 31
"Center loosens, forms again elsewhere…"
— Zelazny, quoted here for Women's History Month.
"I know it's not much but it's the best I can do.
My gift is my song and this one's for you."
— Elton John song. John hosts SNL tonight.
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Blue Jean Baby… |
LA Lady… |
For the cast and writers of Saturday Night Live ,
a word from Charlie Sheen's sponsor—
"Gracia," as in…
"una poca de gracia."
Google Search on March 6, 2011—THE HYPE: New stuff…….pay attention!Feb 12, 2007 … You're not going very far…. |
Related rather personal material—
Memories of Mason's Mobile City in 1959,
the music of the late Johnny Preston,
and Kristen Wiig as last night's SNL Rock-A-Billy Lady.
eBay image of Johnny Preston 45
* Update of 10:22 PM EST March 6—
A video of the SNL sketch from which the title was taken
is now available.
From "Deus ex Machina and the Aesthetics of Proof"
(Alan J. Cain in The Mathematical Intelligencer * of September 2010, pdf)—
Deus ex Machina
In a narrative, a deus is unsatisfying for two reasons. The
first is that any future attempt to build tension is undercut if
the author establishes that a difficulty can be resolved by a
deus. The second reason—more important for the purposes
of this essay—is that the deus does not fit with the internal
structure of the story. There is no reason internal to the
story why the deus should intervene at that moment.
Santa in the New York Thanksgiving Day Parade
Thanksgiving Day, 2010 (November 25), New York Lottery—
Midday 411, Evening 332.
For 411, see (for instance) April 11 (i.e., 4/11) in 2008 —
For 332, see "A Play for Kristen**" — March 16, 2008 —
"A search for the evening number, 332, in Log24 yields a rather famous line from Sophocles…"
Sophocles, Antigone, edited by Mark Griffith, Cambridge University Press, 1999:
“Many things are formidable (deina ) and none is more formidable (deinoteron ) than man.”
– Antigone , lines 332-333, in Valdis Leinieks, The Plays of Sophokles, John Benjamins Publishing Company, 1982, p. 62
See also the lottery numbers 411 and 332 in this journal on March 22, 2009— "The Storyteller in Chance ."
“… it’s going to be accomplished in steps,
this establishment of the Talented
in the scheme of things.”
— Anne McCaffrey, Radcliffe ’47, To Ride Pegasus
* It seems Santa has delivered an early gift — free online access to all issues of the Intelligencer .
** Teaser headline in the original version at Xanga.com
Slouching
Towards Kristen
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Jerusalem Post Interview by Hilary Leilea Krieger, JPost Correspondent, Washington Krauthammer, a columnist for The Washington Post, is a winner of the Irving Kristol award. Jerusalem Post, June 10, 2009: Can you talk a little bit about your own Jewish upbringing and sense of Jewishness, and how that influences you? I assume it’s a factor in this particular project. I grew up in a Modern Orthodox home [in Montreal]. I went to Jewish day school right through high school, so half of my day was spent speaking Hebrew from age six to 16. I studied thousands of hours of Talmud. My father thought I didn’t get enough Talmud at school, so I took the extra Talmud class at school and he had a rabbi come to the house three nights a week. One of those nights was Saturday night, so in synagogue Saturday morning my brother and I would pray very hard for snow so he wouldn’t be able to come on Saturday night and we could watch hockey night in Canada. That’s where I learned about prayer. That didn’t seem to you to be a prayer that was likely to go unanswered? Yeah, I was giving it a shot to see what side God was on. And what did you determine? It rarely snowed. ************************************ More on Krauthammer’s Canadian childhood: “His parents were Orthodox and sent him to — “Charles Krauthammer: Prize Writer,” ************************************ Also in the Jerusalem Post interview: …. What, then, did you mean by a Jewish sensibility? “…. In literature it’s an interesting question, what’s a Jewish novel?” |
My Prayer:
Private Gomorrah lessons
with Kristen.
Background:
“Heaven Can Wait”
at Haaretz.com
Happy Rosh Hashanah
(and Gemara).
Update, 5:01 AM Sept. 19
Before becoming a writer,
Krauthammer was, his
Washington Post biography says,
a resident and then chief resident
in psychiatry at
Massachusetts General Hospital.
Related Metaphors
This morning’s New York Times:
MicheleBachmann.com this morning:
See also:
James Hillman’s “acorn theory“
of personality development
(yesterday’s entry).
(continued from
March 7, 2008)
A search for the evening
number, 332, in Log24
yields a rather famous
line from Sophocles…
Sophocles, Antigone,
edited by Mark Griffith,
Cambridge University Press,
1999:
— Antigone, lines 332-333, in Valdis Leinieks, The Plays of Sophokles, John Benjamins Publishing Company, 1982, p. 62
Continuing the search within Antigone for the mid-day number, 874, we find…
“Power (kratos), for one who is concerned with power (kratos), is in no way to be transgressed.”
— Antigone, lines 873-874, Leinieks, op. cit. p. 69
Both passages from Sophocles seem not unrelated to yesterday’s entry for the Ides of March and to last night’s opening routine on “Saturday Night Live.”
The above word deina (formidable, wonderful, awesome) in the latter context suggests the following meditation:
— Anne McCaffrey,
Radcliffe ’47,
To Ride Pegasus
Related material:
The Log24 Pi Day
mantra from
Roger Zelazny —
“center loosens,
forms again elsewhere.”
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