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February 28, 2010

"I Didn't Think It Was A Whale's Dick, Honey"

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Try as I might to watch the celebrated HBO show Big Love I just can't get past the Chet Factor. By that I mean the character Bill Paxton played in the 1985 John Hughes' film Weird Science. In it Paxton served as the ultimate asshole older brother, complete with cigar, shotgun and a recipe for how to make a drunk teen puke (it involved a greasy pork sandwich and a dirty ashtray).

A buffoon, yes, but a memorable one (I've not seen the film in decades, yet it is still the predominant image I have of Paxton). This, I suppose, is the danger of appearing in seminal teen comedies--there's a chance that the role you play in that film will forever be etched upon the young moviegoer's mind. And you'll never be able to undo it, no matter how much scenery you chew trying to justify polygamy and defend your way of life.

Sorry Bill, but you'll always be Chet to me.

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February 27, 2010

There Ain't No DB Like A Monoskiing DB

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If you spent time skiing out West or in Europe during the 1970s and early/mid 1980s you no doubt encountered a form of snow perversion know as the monoski. Essentially a forward facing snowboard with bindings, the monoski was favored by Frenchmen, and people who wanted others to mistakenly think they were French.

Monoskiers tended, as a rule, to have mustaches, and they favored day-glo single piece ski suits. If you saw one making turns you generally pulled to the side of a run, let them pass and then broke out in laughter. It was a ridiculous site to behold.

I have not personally seen a monoskier since Reagan was in office, but apparently the sport has had something of a resurgence. This is unfortunate. But, as they say, there is nothing new under the sun. Or on the mountain.

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February 26, 2010

The Paris Review Interviews

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This collection of Paris Review interviews isn't new, but it's the first I've seen of it. I discovered while doing some research on a piece about how famous writers fought/fight distraction. They date back to the early 50s, and continue forward through today.

Author interviews of this length and depth are a vanishing rarity in today's journalistic world. Use this wisely and in good health.

 















 


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