TELL YOUR PUP YOU LOVE HIM


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Peter Kuper illustrated a scenario for the documentary Containment:

  • Two female humanoids stand by a fallen fence with bright orange warning marker, one regarding a distant burial site through binoculars. The burial site has giant markings flat on the ground in the form of a radiation symbol, with pylons encircling it
  • Short-haired female humanoid peers through binoculars alongside long-haired female humanoid, with many hardhatted workers behind them (and a colossal drill)
  • Long-haired female humanoid discusses with short-haired
  • Female humanoids (in form-fitting clothing and with breasts) seem to walk toward burial site
  • Long-haired female humanoid looks back, holds up a baton, and whistles
  • Female humanoids, some in hardhats, stand at the perimeter of an excavation site, heavy machinery behind them

Containment treated, in part, the U.S. government’s attempts to invent a linguistic or paralinguistic means of warning future generations of the dangers of a nuclear-waste dump. Those efforts have been a fertile ground for the imagination ever since. (I’ve thought about it for 20 years.) Indeed, “imagination” was explicitly tapped, like a well untainted by nucleotides, in a related government project that ginned up future scenarios, including this one:

A feminist world, 2091

Women dominate society, partially through selection of girl babies. Twentieth-century science is discredited as male arrogance. Warnings about repository are dismissed as another example of muddled masculine thinking.

Aren’t we there already‽

The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2017.06.24 12:32. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. (If you are seeing this on a screen, then the page stylesheet was not loaded or not loaded properly.) The permanent link is:
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Not a serious country” vs. TV-Robotics.co.za (q.v.).

NYPD Counterterrorism Unit policeman, head turned away from us, with rainbow American flag on helmet; police robot with high-pointing antennæ/ears

Discuss.

The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2017.06.24 12:10. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. (If you are seeing this on a screen, then the page stylesheet was not loaded or not loaded properly.) The permanent link is:
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  • Jan Wong, Lunch With John Hurt (1999):

    Hurt is unhappy talking about his life. At lunch in Toronto at Sassafraz, the temperature drops one degree with every question…. “Is this going to be about smoking?” he asks, slightly irritated.

    He’s told the point is to figure out what makes him tick. “I don’t think you’ll manage to do that over lunch,” he says dismissively….

    “Nobody told me I was doing an in-depth interview.” Glowering, he cites his right to privacy and denounces “glib” articles published “for the sake of selling newspapers. Not that I’m being churlish.”

    The maître d’ interrupts. “How is everything?”

    “It was delicious, thank you,” says Hurt pleasantly, demonstrating his fine acting ability. Once the maître d’ disappears, he continues. “I’m slightly annoyed now,” he says icily. “As far as I knew, I came here to help Fox get their wretched film off the ground. Don’t put that down, for chrissake.” […]


    Hurt would have stomped out, except he didn’t know the way back to his hotel. After his publicist fled, I walked him back the two blocks to the Four Seasons. (We both pretended everything was fine.)

  • Tyler Brûlé:

    But does he feel guilty that, somewhere along the chain, he’s feeding others’ sense of entitlement?

    “No,” he says briskly. “Our friends on the plane were beastly South Africans.” In the following week’s column, he’d corrected the “many” readers who’d assumed the couple were American. He says he’s had “big fights” with the FT when he’s mentioned nationalities and they’ve pulled the reference: “I’ve rung up and said, ‘That’s the whole point, that they’re Chinese or Russian, and now it’s neutered.’ It’s entertainment.”

It’s considered gauche to write down exactly what happens. Like when a fat social-justice-warrior girl lied about me in a “right-wing” newspaper. Or how a fat teleplay writer spent half of the last decade of his life on a harassment crusade, now carefully covered up by “friends” and colleagues who pretend it never happened (or that I deserved it).

Or when I attended Jian Ghomeshi’s final hearing, not quite sitting in Crusty Blatchford’s de rigueur second-row-aisle seat, and observed Ghomeshi blinking in sequence, then a pause, then a sequence, and with visibly dry mouth; that the Crown prosecutor, Michael Callaghan, is a fair-skinned bald eldergay who no longer quite fits his suit; what Marie Henein’s shoes were like, and how she needs her thick eyeglasses on while sitting but takes them off before standing, if only because that’s the performance segment of her job; and how almost every word uttered in the courtroom, even by the judge, was read from a script.

You didn’t read any of that anywhere.

Nobody likes a journalist who writes down exactly what happens, and calls people (for) what they are. But reporting that a man in a dress isn’t a woman, or that antifa throws the first punch at demonstrations, or that Mohammedans are waging war on the West all merely require the ability to see – and the willingness to report what was seen. I manage it.

The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2017.06.16 15:22. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. (If you are seeing this on a screen, then the page stylesheet was not loaded or not loaded properly.) The permanent link is:
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