Today, still not enough sleep, but rehearsal in a bit, and links.
1. I am still reading my way through Ariel J. Binder's "Why Bother? The Effect of Declining Marriage Prospects on Employment of Young Men" and deciding what I think of its argument that men will put less effort into job-seeking if stable employment is not going to give them an edge in the marriage market, but the immediate result of mentioning it to![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch was that we both burst into "A Secretary Is Not a Toy." "A secretary is not a pet / Nor an Erector set" remains one of Frank Loesser's many shining moments, but it is entirely possible that my all-time favorite Broadway lyric can be found at the end of "You Gotta Get a Gimmick." I know there are technically better lyrics by Stephen Sondheim. I know there are trickier rhymes, wittier wordplays, more poignant juxtapositions. I don't care. "If you wanna bump it, / Bump it with a trumpet." That's genius at work.
2. Rob the other day took a picture of one of Hestia's readymades, leading me to discover that I really like the art of Suzanne Duchamp.
3. The other other day, I was at a lecture with slides and while the lecture itself was neat, there was a great deal of trouble with the slides, which were not even slides but projections from the speaker's laptop; it gave me a revelation about A Canterbury Tale (1944). I always thought the slide projector broke during Colpeper's lecture as a sign of his more crankish side, his poetically misfit alignment with the past over the present. Now I think it might just be a faithful representation of a lecture with slides.
4. I do not know any of these people but they are great: Gavin Lee, Ethan Slater, and Wesley Taylor, "You Could Drive a Person Crazy." Several falls through the sidebar later: Tituss Burgess, "And I Am Telling You." For something completely different: Darren Criss, "Not Getting Married Today."
5. I had not known about the art of Keleck, either. The one portrait of her in the latter article makes me regret she never collaborated with Tanith Lee.
1. I am still reading my way through Ariel J. Binder's "Why Bother? The Effect of Declining Marriage Prospects on Employment of Young Men" and deciding what I think of its argument that men will put less effort into job-seeking if stable employment is not going to give them an edge in the marriage market, but the immediate result of mentioning it to
spatch was that we both burst into "A Secretary Is Not a Toy." "A secretary is not a pet / Nor an Erector set" remains one of Frank Loesser's many shining moments, but it is entirely possible that my all-time favorite Broadway lyric can be found at the end of "You Gotta Get a Gimmick." I know there are technically better lyrics by Stephen Sondheim. I know there are trickier rhymes, wittier wordplays, more poignant juxtapositions. I don't care. "If you wanna bump it, / Bump it with a trumpet." That's genius at work.2. Rob the other day took a picture of one of Hestia's readymades, leading me to discover that I really like the art of Suzanne Duchamp.
3. The other other day, I was at a lecture with slides and while the lecture itself was neat, there was a great deal of trouble with the slides, which were not even slides but projections from the speaker's laptop; it gave me a revelation about A Canterbury Tale (1944). I always thought the slide projector broke during Colpeper's lecture as a sign of his more crankish side, his poetically misfit alignment with the past over the present. Now I think it might just be a faithful representation of a lecture with slides.
4. I do not know any of these people but they are great: Gavin Lee, Ethan Slater, and Wesley Taylor, "You Could Drive a Person Crazy." Several falls through the sidebar later: Tituss Burgess, "And I Am Telling You." For something completely different: Darren Criss, "Not Getting Married Today."
5. I had not known about the art of Keleck, either. The one portrait of her in the latter article makes me regret she never collaborated with Tanith Lee.
