Mixed lollies
Blogger won’t play ball again, so there’s no photo of the Muse. And, while we’re on that subject, My Lovely Girlfriend is sick of the sight of her and reckons we’re alienating our female readers. Do you agree? In the meantime, I’ve lassoed me some more lollies: Mark likes this Slate piece about editors writing badly — in particular, the poor quality of their interoffice memos. And also from Mark (“Climate change is go!”) via Stephen (“Crisis? What crisis?”), the law of unintended consequences strikes yet again.
Stephen is upset because nobody tells him anything, although simultaneously cheered by the fact that Jack Marx is in fine form, but then he is a Skeptic (and apparently not too gutted by the All Saints split to note that the blog has some good comments — he recommends you scroll down for the one on Tony Robbins). SS also has biologist PZ Myers ripping into Scott Adams — yes, the Dilbert guy — for his recent “perfect storm of stupidity” on evolution. Perhaps, just perhaps, it’s the anger caused by Natalie, Nicole, Mel and Shaznay calling it quits that has Stephen proposing how nice it is to see someone attacking Garrison Keillor? No, probably not.
I like this nostalgic if bumpy ride back into the DDR (Hut ab, Sylvia), possibly the first time I’ve ever linked to a New Zealand Herald piece in lollies. And this Guardian story gets my vote for correctly observing that the Black-Eyed Peas’ Humps was probably the worst song in pop history, although Agadoo by Black Lace might give it a run for its money.
A New York Times story about deluxe room service has me homesick for a long stay in a flash hotel someplace — just in case there are any cashed-up IT vendors reading… Sorry, I came over all green and woody there for a moment. The latest Amazon Wire podcast has jazz legend Keith Jarrett talking about his latest CD, The Carnegie Hall Concert. Finally for this week, a bonza hat-tip with bugles and drums blaring to Stephen Robertson for telling me about the Godlike Justin Currie’s MySpace page. Currie is sometimes frontman for one of the most underrated bands of all time, Del Amitri, and is pretty much the most talented composer, lyricist and singer who ever breathed into a microphone. Check out a few of his new songs — free to hear, with some to download, here.
We had a superb night out and the DG is so lucky no one took any snaps of his IT nerd-like dancing to The Clean at The Hustle For Russell on Monday night. But if you did, we’ll pay you good money for them.
Stephen is upset because nobody tells him anything, although simultaneously cheered by the fact that Jack Marx is in fine form, but then he is a Skeptic (and apparently not too gutted by the All Saints split to note that the blog has some good comments — he recommends you scroll down for the one on Tony Robbins). SS also has biologist PZ Myers ripping into Scott Adams — yes, the Dilbert guy — for his recent “perfect storm of stupidity” on evolution. Perhaps, just perhaps, it’s the anger caused by Natalie, Nicole, Mel and Shaznay calling it quits that has Stephen proposing how nice it is to see someone attacking Garrison Keillor? No, probably not.
I like this nostalgic if bumpy ride back into the DDR (Hut ab, Sylvia), possibly the first time I’ve ever linked to a New Zealand Herald piece in lollies. And this Guardian story gets my vote for correctly observing that the Black-Eyed Peas’ Humps was probably the worst song in pop history, although Agadoo by Black Lace might give it a run for its money.
A New York Times story about deluxe room service has me homesick for a long stay in a flash hotel someplace — just in case there are any cashed-up IT vendors reading… Sorry, I came over all green and woody there for a moment. The latest Amazon Wire podcast has jazz legend Keith Jarrett talking about his latest CD, The Carnegie Hall Concert. Finally for this week, a bonza hat-tip with bugles and drums blaring to Stephen Robertson for telling me about the Godlike Justin Currie’s MySpace page. Currie is sometimes frontman for one of the most underrated bands of all time, Del Amitri, and is pretty much the most talented composer, lyricist and singer who ever breathed into a microphone. Check out a few of his new songs — free to hear, with some to download, here.
We had a superb night out and the DG is so lucky no one took any snaps of his IT nerd-like dancing to The Clean at The Hustle For Russell on Monday night. But if you did, we’ll pay you good money for them.
posted by Chris Bell at 8:11 PM
9 Comments:
No! You need more eye candy! (or should that be lollies?)
Yep, I agree. Pictures of lovely young girls are a slap in the face for all girls, even if they are lovely young girls themselves. Don't think blokes understand that. I never read the stories that the muse appears on. I think the muse is lovely - it's just that the automatic response is to go somewhere else, where there isn't a picture of the muse.
Another vote for the muse here... I need another pic now, as I'm starting to forget what she looks like ;)
See guys - you've only got male readers.
greetings from townsville.
And yes, Oz is a big country to drive through.
Anyway, I see you muse is having it off with Josh Hartnett. Maybe you could find another.
And I agree Agadoo could be the worst pop song ever, but i remeber as a child the really sickly "tjhere's no-one quite like Grandma from the St vWinifired's School Choir. Did this make number one, It might have.
As for Black Eyed Peas. Fergie can do no wrong in my book. And I'd be happy for her to go down like London Bridge , even on me!
see guys - you only have male readers
You see, I've been trying to keep an open mind on the subject but somehow, l8k8, your arguments don't stack up:
"Pictures of lovely young girls are a slap in the face for all girls"
That'll be why women's magazines are predominantly full of photos of beautiful young women, then, and not of men.
"see guys - you only have male readers"
Until recently, at least, we also had you - you're female, I take it? In any case, the voting has largely been in favour of retaining the Muse, with only a couple of votes against. So, unless anyone has a good suggestion for a replacement, we'll soldier on in the spirit of tradition, for which, I believe, there is a lot to be said.
Perhaps, however, out of deference to our female reader(s), we should restrict ourselves to tasteful face shots of Scarlett from now on. :-)
Fair enough.
Have you told your Lovely Girlfriend that she's a humourless crone, too?
Just wondering.
If you were a bloke, l8k8, I would at this point make a shrill noise and a petulant, handbag-clutching gesture. No one mentioned either a dearth of humour, or a presence of crones, as far as I can remember. My Lovely Girlfriend isn't one and I am sure you aren't either.
Frankly, I don't feel particularly strongly about the whole Muse thing. Much as it may surprise her opponents, Scarlett was an arbitrary choice (as at least Stephen and Mark would testify). She was not by any means selected as the pinnacle of womanhood, but frankly because we couldn't all agree on anyone better, and because we soon realised we would never be short of photos.
These are the kinds of pragmatic decisions one makes as a bloke: "Shall we have another...?" "Er, yeah, OK."
However, I have to say I would still rather look at a picture of Scarlett than an empty space. Send in a photo of yourself, l8k8, and I will appoint you our Honorary Muse for a week. How's that?
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