Thursday, June 30, 2005

The Pavilion of the Lynx

Those who gather regularly at the Pavilion of the Lynx know that we do a lot more for the community than take mushroom derivatives, dance about in varying stages of undress, engage in ceremonial human sacrifice (virgins serve best, but it's so difficult to know nowadays), and smear ourselves with blood while chanting to the old gods. As if that weren't enough. We also celebrate diversity, a ritual that is beneficial to all of humanity, while simultaneously paying rich dividends in self-congratulatory posturing. We do this by (among many other things, of course) linking to various blogs and websites, of which one can safely say that, if they have little in common with each other, the one thing they have in common with each other is that they are different from each other, which is the wellspring of diversity.

We also try to emphasize, what is insufficiently emphasized by commonplace diversifiers and diversophiles, that these links are of little or no importance to you or to anyone else. Now, being unimportant is not in itself a source of Difference, because, after all, most things are unimportant, which makes them pretty much the same. But many things that have been in the benighted past deemed unimportant have later proved to be important. Far be it from me to be judgmental about things which may one day prove important (though probably not.) It is sufficient that I remain suffiently open-minded to recognize that just because things are the same in being different from each other does not entail the conclusion that they are a total waste of time. That would be prejudiced.

Hold your applause. I do this only because I am a fine and upstanding person, not because I wish to be popular, although popularity can have its rewards, which can be forwarded to me care of this blogsite. Meanwhile, for your consideration, we offer:
  • From Britain, courtesy of David, the Phallic Logo Awards.
  • For those of you who, like me and other people of vastly superior taste, consider the 1930s animated cartoons of the Fleischer Studios to be the finest ever made, we commend your attention to the Popeye Tribute site. The pictures on the page linked of course demand allegorical interpretation in light of our post-9/11 world; these may be the earliest examples of Hollywood prescience yet uncovered. For those who have not lost patience, and who have RealPlayer, actual cartoons can be viewed on the site, which will repay close attention by viewers attuned to bizarre details. (Thanks to Prifoner of Zembla, who also provided many of the links below, in case I forget.)
  • Zembla also provides access to the unique musical stylings of Zlado "Zlad" Vladcik and his comely accompanist. Those who pride themselves on fine discrimination in music, as well as those who find offensive the ridicule of different ethnicities simply because they are funny, may wish to forego this engaging video.
  • Speaking of which latter, many persons of pallor have wondered, "Gee, how can I learn to socialize effectively with people of colour?" One couple asked themselves this very question, and instead of shrugging and seeing what was on TV, they decided to become extremely popular with black people, and report on the do's and don'ts to the rest of us. (Federal guidelines mandate that we print the following WARNING: Viewing while drinking may cause nasal ejection of fluids.)
  • I recently quoted War of the Worlds screenwriter David Koepp as airily dismissing the very idea that a science-fiction movie might be produced with a non-contemporary setting, because "we know it didn't happen!" (q.e.d.) Evidently, no one imparted this Hollywood dictum to the makers of the new version of King Kong, who have set the movie in the 1930s, even though we know that spads and fokkers didn't actually shoot a giant ape from the Empire State Building in 1933. From the preview, it actually looks to be rather good, and retains the original story with little in the way of condescending chortles. And let me be the first to use the phrase "post-9/11" in conjunction with this obviously allegorical feature.
  • Jazz fans are strongly urged (and I trust that more physical encouragement will prove unnecessary) to go here. How many can you name? (I always wondered who that odd-looking guy on the left was.)
  • If you were wondering why so many of the products of theoretical constructs based on atonality and dissonance suck, and yet puzzle over the fact that some of them don't, here is a long, upper-middlebrow article that I liked.
  • Steven Spielberg wonders at the decreasing incidence of UFO sightings. I always thought that no evidence of alien vititations was the best evidence of government and media cover-ups, and, because they obviously wouldn't bother to cover up what doesn't exist, is the best evidence that it does.
  • If you are reading this, you are more than likely an inveterate time-waster. (At least you are better than the poor soul who is writing it.) I have been pleasurably whiling away precious, irretrievable hours of my life at the Rate Your Music site, and I would like to see lots of others do the same so they will feel as unconstructive as I do. Just remember that the word "fun" covers a multitude of sins, but at least you are not out doing something much worse, as most of your sensible friends and neighbors are doing. (As ever with these things, no one has devised a consistent system for filing classical recordings: you find composers under Performers and Titles, performers under Performers and Titles, and even musical forms under Titles. Laura mercy.)
  • Free old-time radio programs are available here and here. Some are very cool, although you will need an advanced degree to comprehend their true meanings in proper sociohistorical conext.
  • Why is today Thursday? It doesn't seem like a Thursday, or even a Wednesday or a Friday, which are close in essence.