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Sunday, July 15, 2018

Fashion Statements

Filed under: General — Tags: , — m759 @ 1:00 am

See Glad Rags in this journal.

Bill Haley, not Michael J. Fox, was my  experience of 1955.

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Ominous Erotic Overture

Filed under: General — Tags: — m759 @ 1:44 pm

The title is from a New Yorker  review of

'Personal Shopper,' starring Kristen Stewart

"So put your glad rags on
 And join me, hon "

See also The Skeleton Twins  (2014)
and Blackboard Jungle  (1955).

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Glad Rags

Filed under: General — Tags: , — m759 @ 9:24 pm

For Fashion Week 2011—

Before…

http://www.log24.com/log/pix11/110215-ErinBurnettInCairo.jpg

The “Hi, Boys” Look

After…

http://www.log24.com/log/pix11/110215-FashionWeek-NarcisoRodriguez.jpg

The Grammaton-Cleric Look

Annals of Symbolism

Filed under: General — Tags: , — m759 @ 2:02 pm

A phrase from last night's post— "God's empty chair."

For related material from this journal, see The Empty Chair.

A related scene from mathematics education (the theme of the new March 2011 AMS Notices )—

IMAGE- Richard Kiley in 'Blackboard Jungle,' with grids and broken records

"Plato acknowledges how khora  challenges our normal categories
 of rational understanding. He suggests that we might best approach it
 through a kind of dream  consciousness."

  –Richard Kearney, quoted here Sunday afternoon

"You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream."

Song at Sunday night's Grammy awards

"Put your glad rags on and join me, hon…"

Road House

Filed under: General — Tags: — m759 @ 2:02 am

A 1948 classic

Again, this couldn't happen again.
This is that "once in a lifetime,"
this is the thrill divine.

The great 1949 days (according to Jack Kerouac)—

IMAGE-- Scene from 'Blackboard Jungle,' 1955

On the Road

Shearing began to play his chords; they rolled out of the piano in great rich showers, you'd think the man wouldn't have time to line them up. They rolled and rolled like the sea. Folks yelled for him to "Go!" Dean was sweating; the sweat poured down his collar. "There he is! That's him! Old God! Old God Shearing! Yes! Yes! Yes!" And Shearing was conscious of the madman behind him, he could hear every one of Dean's gasps and imprecations, he could sense it though he couldn't see. "That's right!" Dean said. "Yes!" Shearing smiled; he rocked. Shearing rose from the piano, dripping with sweat; these were his great 1949 days before he became cool and commercial. When he was gone Dean pointed to the empty piano seat. "God's empty chair," he said.

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