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The Joy of Irrelevance

The Joy of Irrelevance

Just to make one thing quite clear: This blog is irrelevant. Hope that’s alright, then. But, what’s this all about? Yesterday I posted on The September Issue, a film about US Vogue and its editor, Anna Wintour. A reader commented: ‘Ho hum. A blog about a film about a magazine about an unreal narcissistic pseudo-world. […]

Vogue & the chill of Wintour

Vogue & the chill of Wintour

Whenever anyone says they don’t care for fashion I think of Meryl Streep as an ash blond, looking down her nose – and I wish (like Woody Allen with Marshall McLuhan in Annie Hall) I could just call out Streep from the crowd to give her speech. In The Devil Wears Prada, Streep plays Miranda […]

How to talk at parties

How to talk at parties

I was going to post a blog (got as far as the title: How to eat food), about Michael Pollan’s eye-opening book, In Defense of Food, about food culture which I read on my holidays, but even if my stomach is on song with it, my head’s not yet in the right place to pass […]

Tireless Self Promotion

Tireless Self Promotion

Here’s a fine example of TSP, seen in the street the other day. Guess what kind of person owns this car?* This picture was removed at the request of the car owner. ___ * It was parked outside a real estate office. As it happened, a while later I witnessed a short, bald, slick-suited man […]

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Can a landscape painting beat a landscape photo?

Can a landscape painting beat a landscape photo?

Photography v painting. That hoary old argument*. Naturally enough, photography wins, with hands tied behind its back. The density of detail, that magical documenting of evidence – today was fine, there was no wind, the sun was brilliant, the shadows were dark, she was smiling etc. (We have to trust that no photoshop was applied […]

Reading by Kindle light

Reading by Kindle light

I finally got around to reading Nicholson Baker’s piece on Amazon’s Kindle – the device that will finally do away with The Book. I could, of course, have read it online three weeks ago but I had misplaced that edition of the New Yorker and I just knew I had to read about the Kindle […]

The www music of the spheres

The www music of the spheres

Driving along and someone says, What’s that? We all listen hard to the radio. ‘Elgar?’ I say. ‘And it’s got a bit of Jerusalem.’ ‘Very Anglican church,’ says the driver. A bit later the announcer tells us the wonderful stuff was the Jupiter section of Gustav Holst’s The Planets. Which was a perfect excuse to […]

Sayings: tireless self-promoter; dumbed up

An occassional selection of uesful phrases overheard, or misheard neologistically. __ Tireless Self-Promoter: Overheard several times at a party, a very useful phrase. “Just” is the handy modifier. As in: – ‘He’s not a real collector; he’s just a tireless self-promoter.’ – ‘She’s not an artist; she’s just a tireless self-promoter.’ – ‘Man, they’ve no […]

Hey Judas, don’t let me down

Hey Judas, don’t let me down

But not as Paul McCartney suggested. In her fascinating New Yorker piece, ‘Betrayal: should we hate Judas Iscariot?’ Joan Acocella writes about how new research into an early 2nd century CE codex – which includes “The Gospel of Judas”,  points to Judas having been one of Jesus’ closest disciples and reverses the standard understanding of […]

A bush in the hand: the Heidelberg hegemony

A bush in the hand: the Heidelberg hegemony

We’re not in Kansas!, said Dorothy to Toto. And we’re not in NSW or SA or Victoria either, Toto. We’re somewhere over the rainbow … What did eventually penetrate my poor head as we wandered around Carnarvon Gorge in central Queensland was that I might have been lost on a parallel planet. It was all […]