Author's
Note: I didn’t think Sarah Stodola would be able to produce a
column this week, so I wrote one up for her…
The
Huffington Post, the aspiring uber-blog edited by Arianna Huffington
and featuring many celebrity and other big name bloggers, made its debut
on Monday. It’s not bad, I have to say (the simple fact that both
Larry
David and Bill Maher write for it is alone enough of a reason to
bookmark the site), but I think there are way too many people writing
for it, especially since some of those people aren’t well-known,
at least to me. I like the diversity of both left and right writers,
but who is Sherry Lansing and why should I pay attention to her flippant
musings?
More
importantly, I think there needs to be a ‘comments’ option
that allows readers to respond to this parade of pontificating poo bahs.
I have a few choice words for some prick called Dennis Prager, for instance,
who wrote a
hysterical and idiotic screed comparing left-wing students to “Hitler
Youth.” The relevant question posed to Ann Coulter (regarding
heterosexual married couples who like to butt-fuck - is she pro
or anti?), though obviously crude and calculated to shock, is a legitimate
one, and I wish the trash-talking contorversialist would’ve answered
it.
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80
years ago, H.L. Mencken traveled to Kansas to report on precisely how
William Jennings Bryan was making an ass of himself (“I set out
laughing and returned shivering”) prosecuting science teacher
John Scopes for daring to teach evolutionary theory in his SCIENCE class.
Today, the Jesus Christers of Kansas are back,
insisting that “Intelligent Design theory” be included in
the science curriculum alongside the teaching of evolution. Now, anyone
who doesn’t recognize this ridiculous and evil movement as a repackaged
version of creationism - including poor William
Saletan of Slate - is deceiving themselves, at best.
Where’s the Mencken of today to go down there and expose the frauds?
I thought at least Matt Taibbi (who honorably shares my utter contempt
for all religions) of the New York Press would go…
In
an interview with Salon, Taibbi, who lived in Russia for 10 years,
makes comparisons between America and Russia, one relating the homogenization
of cities across both countries. Here, we have Wal-Mart and shopping
malls, there they have the same kiosks selling the same exact products
from Moscow all the way over to Vladivostok. The same street names,
the same schools (all schools and many stores in Russia are numbered
rather than named; having lived in Russia for two years myself, I remember
getting a good laugh out of this. So, someone might say, “I teach
at school #3, which is across the street from shop #15.”).
Also,
Taibbi writes, “[Soviet leaders] counted on the fact that
Russians would rather wallow in their own shit than organize and protest
anything that's actually happening in their country. It is really kind
of similar to what's going on here. People bitch and moan, but basically
all they really want to do is sit in front of their televisions and
watch the football game. Even people on the left who complain about
Bush, when it comes right down to it, they don't really want to do anything.”
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The film adaptation of "The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy"
does not deliver in it’s attempt to capture the humor of the famed
book. However, the movie is not entirely unfunny and it did make me
want to go back and read Douglas Adams’ cult classic, particularly
because Adams was heavily influenced by the peerless P.G. Wodehouse
(the best comic writer of all-time, and one of the twentieth-century’s
best writers of English, period).
The
most amusing character in the flick is the depressed robot named Marvin,
played by the star of the post-consumerist
Leprechaun series, my main little man Warwick Davis. However, it
is actor Alan Rickman who actually provides us with Marvin’s voice.
I happened upon Warwick
Davis’s website on which he thanks the director of the film
for allowing him to “ad-lib dialogue” while shooting. Ad-lib
dialogue? But he didn’t get to say anything? Confused, I wrote
to Mr. Davis with inquiries and a spokesperson wrote me back. Here is
the relevant part of the exchange:
Dear
Warwick Davis,
…On
your website you mention that the director allowed you to "ad-lib"
as the film was being shot. But I notice that Alan Rickman actually
provides the voice for your character. So I was wondering, was that
a last second change? Did they cut out your lines and replace them with
Rickman's, or what did you mean by "ad-lib"? Thank, just curious,
Mark
Grueter
Hi Mark,
…As
for the 'ad-lib' Warwick says that he means that the director let him
'ad-lib' the movements made by Marvin. Alan Rickman was always going
to be the voice. Warwick hopes that this has sorted any confusion and
sends you his best wishes.
Regards
Caz
pp Warwick
Your
wife makes a fine pot of tea, Danny me-boy.
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My
friends Nick Allanach and Chris Sullivan have just released the Spring
issue of Canon Magazine,
the Graduate Faculty of Political and Social Science’s (where
Sarah and I went) student magazine. The theme is “Sex and Violence”
and features an excellent cover photo of a finely-shaped girl clothed
only in a dark blue hood (a play on those horrific Abu Ghraib photos).
The issue looks great, guys - love the pic of you humping a whale
with a copy of Daedalus - congrats. You can pick up a
free copy at the GF, on Fifth Avenue, between 13th and 14th.
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Lastly,
Joshua Foer (Jon's bro?), writing
in Slate, more or less instructs us writers not to take
amphetamines. Pussy. I prefer Chris Fara1's take
on the same subject.
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Mark
Grueter is the Managing Editor of Me Three. He's writing book
reviews for Stop Smiling and blogging for Snarksmith.
Write to him at [email protected]