Sunday, May 2, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
Movies are cartoons for a pre-literate society though Symposia watches them regularly. We rented Lawrence of Arabia from 1962 - how ridiculous the script, how Classic Comics the characters, and all that ghastly background music. On the other hand we always love the Ralph Lauren mood of the chick-flic Out of Africa, made 20 years later and with the travelogue a bit more subdued.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
We love arcana--the more arcane the better. Thus Truffle Hunt by Sacheverell Sitwell is sublimely foolish and wonderful; the long dead Sunday Times columnist does a bit of sleuthing and discovers that the Trappists, though a silent order, had no fewer than three numbers in the London telephone directory. How is that to make you forget the D.C. Goons!
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Symposia's old muse Bertrand Russell wrote a wonderful essay on the subject more taboo than death, i.e. boredom. This is omnipresent in advanced industrial society and explains aberrant behavior such as obesity.
He also wrote a resonant article called The Superior Virtue of the Oppressed. Dinesen's kikuyu became the Mau Mau though this was the logical result of tribal culture and colonialism.
He also wrote a resonant article called The Superior Virtue of the Oppressed. Dinesen's kikuyu became the Mau Mau though this was the logical result of tribal culture and colonialism.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Today we learn Paxil, Prozac and all those other drugs are pretty much worthless for non-psychotic people who suffer from normal vagaries of life. If the drug companies were culturally literate one would think they were deliberately trying to manufacture soma (Brave New World).
Speaking of words I tried again to read Cyril Connolly's Unquiet Grave and was defeated by the affected blowhard. Of course Hemingway pretended to like and understand that piece of utter madness.
Speaking of words I tried again to read Cyril Connolly's Unquiet Grave and was defeated by the affected blowhard. Of course Hemingway pretended to like and understand that piece of utter madness.
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