February 26, 2009

Seize Control of Your Local Mensa Chapter

Despite well-organized public protests, The Pocket Guide to Brilliance is now available. This book has been specially designed by scientists to enhance your genius and to inspire you to be a better citizen.

Plus, it has jokes!

I know what you’re thinking: “Is this some kind of tricky self-improvement plan? Bor-ring!” Not at all! In fact, due to its feathery weight, handy size, and the heat-activated glue on its cover, you’ll find Brilliance really hard to put down.

I'm not sure what the tag line for the book should be, but I'm partial to:
Finally, an intellectual devotional” that doesn’t require intellect.
(But reading it will take devotion!)

BTW, pocket editions of these Big Books are also now available.

February 25, 2009

Ooh! A Paradigm Shift

Spotted in Denver.

February 24, 2009

History From the Bottom Up

You may have thought I was kidding when I complained that Susan S. Morrison’s book Excrement in the Late Middle Ages: Sacred Filth and Chaucer's Fecopoetics had been overlooked for this year's Diagram Prize.

I wasn’t! However, I am now convinced that the book itself is a practical joke concocted by a conspiracy of medievalist scholars who are chuckling up their sleeves even now. How else to explain the publisher’s description which states Morrison concludes by proposing Waste Studies as a new field of ethical and moral criticism for literary scholars.”

Fecopoetics indeed. Nice try, Ms. Morrison! Even better was how you enlisted a number of clever yet transparently false reviews. A sampling:
A pungent and salutary whiff from the dunghills of European history.” Jeff Persels, co-editor of Fecal Matters in Early Modern Literature and Art: Studies in Scatology

“Morrison's... study of excrement in the late Middle Ages... [is] hands-on or, more precisely, pants-down.”* Times Higher Education

“If you thought there was something crappy about the Middle Ages, you'd be right. This book rubs our nose in the excremental poetries and culture [of the Middle Ages]….In the end, we realize that a critique of s*** is a critique of culture.” Michael Uebel, author of Ecstatic Transformation: On the Uses of Alterity in the Middle Ages

History from the bottom up has never been so surprising or so much fun— a bathroom book for scholars.” C. David Benson, Professor of English, University of Connecticut
I rest my case: There is no possible way this is an actual book. (Order yours today!)

* A remarkable sentence from this review reads:
The great privy of medieval literature spreads this scatological imperative across a wide variety of discourses to do with morality, gender, alchemy, medicine, race and, as Morrison most forcefully demonstrates, canonical debates around religious orthodoxy, to do with such issues as the function of purgatory (etymologically related to purge) or transubstantiation.

February 23, 2009

More Odd Book Titles, Sir?

For decades now, Bookseller magazine has celebrated odd book titles with the Diagram Prize. (See previous posting here.) And this year's short list of nominees has just been announced. Yay! But before I get to it, let me complain that Excrement in the Late Middle Ages was unjustly excluded from consideration.

This is an outrage! 

Okay, I'm over it. This year's six finalists for the Diagram Prize are:

The Large Sieve and its Applications by Emmanuel Kowalski (Cambridge Univ. Press)

Baboon Metaphysics
by Dorothy Cheney and Robert Seyfarth (Univ. of Chicago Press)

Curbside Consultation of the Colon by Brooks Cash (SLACK Inc.)

Strip and Knit with Style by Mark Hordyszynski (C&T) The publisher warns, "No, not that kind of stripping. Strips of fabric! Get your mind out of the gutter and take your knitting to a whole new place."

Techniques for Corrosion Monitoring by Lietai Yang (Woodhead)

The 2009-2014 World Outlook for 60-milligram Containers of Fromage Frais by Philip Parker (Icon Group) This is a global analysis of soft cheese packaging.

The winner will be announced on March 27th. Below, a moving tribute to past Diagram nominees!

February 22, 2009

I Done Got Excerpted

What do you call a person who takes exceptional pride in his state? “Patriot”? Too big. “Homey”? Too localized. “Regional enthusiast”? Too dry!

Anyway, when you come up with the right term, apply it to Matt Love who edited and published the Oregon anthology Citadel of the Spirit all on his own. It was an act of love and devotion that garnered notice in today’s Oregonian:
… and hey! I done got excerpted from the piece I wrote on Powell’s City of Books:

February 20, 2009

Cushioning the Whoopee

Trevor Cox is a Professor of Acoustics. He is currently conducting an on-line study on whoopee cushions and humor here. Take it!

The good professor also has videos on the mysterious workings of whoopee cushions up; here's one now!

Two-Timers and Polish Scofflaws

Confession Time: I have another blog. Shocked? Me neither! Anyway, I channel the public persona of Spaniard hoopster Rudy Fernandez over here. Why mention it? Because that blog got about 1,200 hits yesterday. That’s a handful more than Unexpectedly Bart! got in the last six weeks.

Oh, it is a bitter lesson. This has been my greatest comeuppance since learning that a Japanese houseplant’s blog gets substantially more traffic than mine.

Along the lines of life's great mysteries, Irish police just solved a not-very similar case. They just couldn’t figure out who “Prawo Jazdy” was. The guy racked up dozens of different traffic violations in different cars and operating from different addresses. He was the Kaiser Soze of scofflaws. How did this Prawo Jazdy do it?

He didn’t. According to this Reuters article, “Prawo Jazdy” is printed on the top right hand corner of all Polish driving licenses. It’s Polish for… “Driver’s License.” D’oh! (Oops, strike that “D'oh!” I’ve been led to believe that its Irish equivalent is “Ow! Me bollocks.”)

February 19, 2009

Bon Jovi-ercise

You KNOW why: Bad diet and a lack of cardio-vascular exercise.

Solution: Bon Jovi-ercise!

February 18, 2009

Today's Headline

This Blog Is Wack

I like slang. After all, why would you call a dentist anything but a “fang bandit” once you’ve heard the term? So you’d think that all my browsing of slang dictionaries (whether “real” or on-line) would come in handy when an argument arises over whether “wack” means good or bad.

It turns out that “wack” is bad. Always bad. And here I thought it could sometimes also mean “wildly good.” Dang it!

I find both antiquated and contemporary slang equally interesting, so I’m happy to turn to a venerable source like The Oxford Dictionary of Modern Slang for confirmation. Hmm, “wack” is bad. Always bad. Dang it!

While this poxy, white-arsed book is a minging piece of rubbish, it does reveal that a clarinet can be called a “liquorice-stick.” (That’ll come in handy next time you encounter street ruffians spraying graffiti on a street corner.)

At the Times, Henry Hitchings highly recommends Chambers Slang Dictionary, but the examples he cites seem a bit stilted, e.g., “to break off one’s math” means to give a person your phone number. Likewise, the expression “Are your arms and legs painted on?” is intended to tell someone he’s lazy.

Natch, there are plenty of inappropriate slangisms to avoid, but the same holds true for innocent euphemisms. Jane Gross, the “old age” correspondent for the New York Times recently learned the "age-ist" terms most frowned upon by the longbeards at the International Longevity Center. It has a stylebook for use in writing of the elderly in a respectful way.

But don't use “elderly." They don't like that. From the guide:
Use [elderly] carefully and sparingly. The term is appropriate only in generic phrases that do not refer to specific individuals, such as concern for the elderly, a home for the elderly, etc. In other words, describing a person as elderly is bad form, although the generalized category “elderly” might not be offensive. (Suggested substitutions include “older adult” or simply “man’’ or “woman” with the age inserted, if relevant.)
Avoid patronizing terms like: “senior citizen” (where are the “junior citizens” homes?), “feisty,” “spry,” “feeble,” “eccentric,” and “grandmotherly.”

Also demeaning: Calling someone “80 years young.” (Man, I've always hated that one!)

And of course, forget about “biddy,” “codger,” “coot,” “crone,” “fogy,” “fossil,” “geezer,” “hag,” “old *art,” “old goat,” “prune,” “senile old fool” and “vegetable.”

Yeah, those words are all wack.

February 17, 2009

Meow Marketing?

Black cats were harnessed to advertise the new first-person shooter game, F.E.A.R. 2: Project Origin in London last week. To double-up on the cheese factor, the game was launched on Friday the 13th.

Worst of all, the ad execs called it "Cat-vertising."

The idea of using cats for nefarious advertisements has been around for a while. In 1892, Australian magician Carl Hertz took out newspaper announcements stating that he needed 1,000 cats. Anyone delivering a cat to Hertz’s theater got cash or a free ticket to his show.

After receiving hundreds of cats, Hertz fastened paper collars to them that read, “See Carl Hertz at the Opera House.”

Then the magician released all of the cats in downtown Sydney. Eep!

February 16, 2009

Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader Barbie Is Oppressing You

The 2008 TOADY (Toys Oppressive And Destructive to Young Children) Award has been given to... Mattel's Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader Barbie!

The Campaign for a Commercial-Free Childhood ran the competition, and Barbie received nearly twice as many votes as the runner-up— the Power Wheels Cadillac Escalade.

Barbie’s past crimes have included gender stereotyping (“Let’s go shopping!”), but the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader Doll combined a preposterously skimpy outfit with a strangely elongated body.

In short: She's a freak!

All the TOADY nominess fell afoul one way or another of marketing sex and/or violence to young children, promoting brands and screen time at the expense of creative play, and encouraging excessive and conspicuous consumption.

While Barbie disgraced herself spectacularly, she may still be a runner-up to the Playmobil Security Check Point. Manufactured from 2003-2007, it featured security officers (with guns!), and airport screening machines. 

Silly? Maybe! But even so, Playmobil may be onto a way to stop further oppression at the cold plastic hands of Barbie dolls. According to this article, there is a Playmobil Police Checkpoint that is “a roadblock scene with armed officers, pylons and warning lights.” 

If that can't stop Barbie, nothing will!

February 11, 2009

Discretion of the Beard

The Tennessean has a report on a certain Dr. Visuvalingam Vilvarajah, who was convicted for the 1986 shooting murders of his wife and mother-in-law. Vilvarajah subsequently served five years in prison, and was released on parole. (BTW, that’s not the bad doctor pictured. It’s the Great Burke Kenny; more on him momentarily.)

Astoundingly, Dr. Vilvarajah got his medical license reinstated in 1993, and he joined a family practice in 1997. How is that possible? According to Tennessee Department of Health spokeswoman Andrea Turner:
“There is nothing in the law that would prevent a medical professional's ability to practice medicine from being reinstated. It really comes down to the nature of the conviction, the specifics of the case and the discretion of the board.”
The board’s judgment has subsequently been called into question as Vilvarajah was recently arrested on charges of drug-related organized crimes. Moving from the discretion of the board to the discretion of the beard, let me remind you that there are only 100 days until the next World Beard and Moustache Championships. (Great Burke Kenny took first place in its “full beard, styled moustache” category in 2007.)

The championships have six categories for moustaches (including the Dali and Imperial), seven categories for partial beards (including the Alaskan Whaler and Fu Manchu), and five for full beards. Hey, if I stop shaving now, I can grow a good Garibaldi by contest time!

Last two beard photos by Sheri Manson. (Bottom right: Franz "Schani" Mitterhauser of the East Bavarian Beard Club. Above left: Willi Chevalier Sigmaringen, Lord Master of the freestyle partial-beard category.) Oh, and thank you to Amy Faust for the hot tip!

February 9, 2009

Oops, and Double-Oops

Fact-checking is a dicey thing. Optimally, a writer fact-checks as he or she goes, making sure that each statement is ironclad before moving on to the next one.

As if. Look, I'm absolutely sure that the shuttle flies at 18 times the speed of light, okay?
Writing in the New Yorker, John McPhee relates that one sure way to fact-check a document is to publish, as “no mistakes go unnoticed by readers.”

In addition to thanking readers who correct mistakes, McPhee adds:
“If, in the reader’s letter, there is a tonal hint of a smirk, I cannot help adding, ‘If a lynx-eyed reader like you has gone through those thousands of words and has found only one mistake, I am relieved.’”
Nice.

For sheer cold-sweatin’ fact-checking panic, there’s nothing like reviewing a published work and discovering a mistake. Hence, my attempts to make amends after the riveting first edition of An Architectural Guidebook to Portland came out in 2001. These range from “I made a boo-boo” to the fawningly obsequious. An example of the former:
A “lentil” is a bean. A “lintel” is a horizontal support above an opening like a door or window. Thus, in the “U.S. Custom House,” the reference to the building’s exterior “lentils” is incorrect.
As McPhee relates, the worst error of all is in saying a living person is dead. A fact-checker tells of someone who read in the New Yorker that he was dead. Outrageous! He wrote in and demanded a correction, and The New Yorker did so in its next issue.

This compounded the error, as the indignant reader really DID die even as the magazine was being printed.

Oops, and double-oops.

Winners and Losers

The Setting: New York City, 1958

The Name: Robert Lane names his newborn son “Winner.” The child's future success is assured.

The Twist: Three years later, Robert fathers another boy. According to the Sydney Morning Herald, he asked his daughter what to name the baby. Her response: "Well, we've got a Winner, why don't we have a Loser?"

The Results: Loser Lane attended prep school on a scholarship. After college, he joined the New York Police Department. He is currently a decorated police sergeant in the South Bronx.

Meanwhile, Winner Lane has accrued over 30 arrests for burglary, domestic violence, trespassing, resisting arrest, and assorted other acts of mayhem.

The Conclusion: Destiny has a sense of humor. (More at Salon.)

February 6, 2009

It's Officially a Recession

You're courtside at the Knicks game. You pull out your Madison-Square-Garden-sized roll and start flicking through your C-notes. And then: SHOCK!
How did a $1 bill get in there?!

Bad Dog

Ooh, and I have the first line from the forthcoming Pride and Prejudice and Zombies:
“It’s a truth universally acknowledged that a zombie in possession of brains must be in want of more brains.”

February 5, 2009

Daily Lane Closures Due to Zombies

Yesterday's zombie posting seems to have set off a viral infection across three states. Yep, Illinois, Indiana, and Texas have all fallen prey to traffic sign hackers who warn of, respectively:

“Daily lane closures due to zombies.”
“Raptors ahead — Caution.”
Caution! Zombies! Ahead!!

Of these, I prefer the first. The matter-of-fact tone (this happens daily) is perfect. Also priceless: Finding a classic car hidden in your backyard. According to this Daily Mail story, an overgrown yard in Slough was recently cleared, and to the astonishment of neighbors, a Ford Escort was found beneath the fronds and vines. Sca-ry!*

What if you opened the car's front door only to find a zombie? I have the perfect solution to a Ford zombie infestation: The funk pollinations of Midnight Star.

*Note: Only a British newspaper would include a related poem about the news story. In this case, it's Sir John Betmeman's "Slough," which concludes:
Come, friendly bombs and fall on Slough
To get it ready for the plough.
The cabbages are coming now;
The earth exhales.

February 4, 2009

Tender Is the Night...of the Living Dead

There's only one way to say this: One of Jane Austen's most beloved novels will be re-titled, adapted, and released soon as Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. From the publisher:
Pride and Prejudice and Zombies
features the original text of Jane Austen’s beloved novel with all-new scenes of bone-crunching zombie action. As our story opens, a mysterious plague has fallen upon the quiet English village of Meryton— and the dead are returning to life! Feisty heroine Elizabeth Bennet is determined to wipe out the zombie menace, but she’s soon distracted by the arrival of the haughty and arrogant Mr. Darcy.


What ensues is a delightful comedy of manners with plenty of civilized sparring between the two young lovers— and even more violent sparring on the blood-soaked battlefield as Elizabeth wages war against hordes of flesh-eating undead. Complete with 20 illustrations in the style of C. E. Brock (the original illustrator of Pride and Prejudice), this... edition will introduce Jane Austen’s classic novel to new legions of fans.
One wonders how the copy writer avoided ending with “…new legions of undead fans.” While the Guardian is skeptical about this enterprise, many readers responded enthusiastically, and came up with their own ideas for similar reinterpretations:

—Pride and Putrefaction, Jane Austen
—Great Eviscerations, Charles Dickens
—To the Lighthouse...for BRAIIIIIINS, Virginia Woolf
—Zom Bixote, Cervantes
—Voyage of the Dawn-of-the-Undeader, C.S. Lewis
—Portrait of the Artist as a Young Zombie, Proust
—The Naked and the Undead, Norman Mailer
—Breakfast on Tiffany's Brains, Truman Capote
—The Brains of Wrath, John Steinbeck
—Les Zombies Miserables, Victor Hugo
—Are You There, God? It's Me, Zombie Margaret, Judy Blume

February 3, 2009

Unfortunate Names

I know a thing or two about unfortunate names. Sure, you find “Bart King” to be impressive, regal even. But that moniker has caused some difficulties, especially during my school years. Particularly cruel was one class when the instructor himself began chanting, “Gene, Gene, made a machine! Joe, Joe, made it go!(I'm guessing you know the rest?)

But hey, no one ever said getting a master’s degree would be easy.

Writing for the New York Times, Sarah Lyall filed a story from Crapstone, England on this very topic. Britain has an absurdly high ratio of place names that are likely to cause a smirk and a snicker. While bandying jokes about Ugley (in Essex) or North Piddle (Worcestshire) is all well and good at a pub, try markng down “Thong” as your residence on a job application.

Let’s say you teach middle school. A kid asks where you’re from. “Pratt’s Bottom” you reply. And then you’d have to pack up your belongings and quit from the subsequent derision, because a “prat” is a nimrod. And a “bottom” is… yeah. The American equivalent would be saying you’re from “Nerd’s Butt,” I suppose.

As to the photo to the right, a “water butt” is a receptacle for collecting water. And a “hole” is where the water collects. See? It makes perfect sense. But nonetheless, the sign is a popular place for tourists to moon for a photo op. Those idiots!

While periodic attempts are made to rename these puerile places, I enjoyed Carol Midgley’s defense of them: “Sniggering at double entendres is a loved and time-honored tradition in this country.” Ours too! “Gene, Gene, made a machine, Joe, Joe, made it go…"