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UPDATE: Masculinizing the noun
Man-word update (perhaps the death knell of the man-word)!

Bromance, the upcoming MTV reality show, where participants compete to become a member of Brody Jenner's entourage. Further, "contestants will be whittled down via 'Hot Tub Elimination Ceremonies' after which rejected 'bros' will be asked to leave the bachelor pad dripping wet in a swimsuit, luggage in hand."

I foresee this as the highest and lowest moment for the man-word (one can hope).

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"Bush Flatters Sarkozy as French Elvis"
I would usually post this sort of serious nonsense to del.icio.us, but an excerpt would not do it justice:
Bush Flatters Sarkozy as French Elvis

By REUTERS
Published: April 3, 2008

BUCHAREST (Reuters) - It's "Love me tender" between the United States and France after President George W. Bush compared French President Nicolas Sarkozy with rock'n'roll singer Elvis Presley.

Bush told NATO leaders at a Bucharest summit on Thursday that when Sarkozy visited the United States recently, he was seen as "the latest incarnation of Elvis."

Such an example of "Burning love" marks a sea change from the "Suspicious minds" that clouded Franco-American relations under Sarkozy's predecessor, Jacques Chirac, who often seemed to see Washington as "The devil in disguise."

Bush has made clear the diminutive French leader, who recently married another singer, Carla Bruni, is now his "Good luck charm" and "My little friend."

Sarkozy has shown he is "All shook up" by heaping praise on Bush as the first U.S. leader to understand the need for a strong European defense.

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queries, drink and television
Has anyone tried the new honey latte from Starbucks? I like honey, I love coffee, and I like lattes. Yet. Something about this drink seems wrong.

Is Torchwood still awful in the second season? Ugh, I need to accept that it is and move on.

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UPDATE: Masculinizing the noun
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the lady in the tutti-frutti tanktop
I wonder which Amy Winehouse that Guy Trebay is referring to in his New York Times article on the winter 2008 shows in Milan when he writes:
Except for style hounds like Rufus Wainwright and Amy Winehouse, most musicians these days dress for the stage in more or less the same crumpled Levi’s corduroy jeans they wear to compose their songs, sitting in a bedroom at a computer screen.
The Amy Winehouse in my mind's eye is the one who seemed, and perhaps did, wear the same cut-off jeans shorts, braided belt, tank top, and grubby ballet flats all summer. Assuming Mr. Trebay's assertion is correct, I would hate to see what she wore to compose her album.

I do like her current look, except the bananas are supposed to go on her head if she wants to be Carmen Miranda. The current placement of the fruit seems sort of hostile.

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Miss Heard Girls Aloud
Misheard lyrics from Tangled Up by Girls Aloud:

1) In "Girl Overboard", I heard "no doubt about it" in the intro bit as "no more power ballads". My mishearing is better because this album has no power ballads, and it acts as both a commentary on the album/song, the band themselves, and in the song.

2) In "Control of the Knife", the chorus "sweet asshole, sweet talking me" is really (apparently) "sweet hassle, sweet talking me." I am not convinced that an "asshole" is not sneaking in there. Cheeky girls.

3) Special mention for the hummed verse in "Crocodile Tears". Did they get bored of writing (or free associating) words? Is it a fill in the blank for at home singers? They'll never tell. But they may hum an answer.

No more power ballads, indeed.

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Man-words in the media
Bromance gets a shout out in the New York Times--the real New York Times no less, not even in the Styles section. W00t!, perhaps, a fan of the Merriam-Webster word of the year might exclaim. Unfortunately, the article classifies the word as "goofy throwaway blends in which two words combine syllables and meanings to make one". This author has clearly never been bromanced.

On the other hand, the article does properly identify lolcat, or "an odd or funny picture of a cat given a humorous and intentionally ungrammatical caption in large block letters", as a word of the year. I agree with that assessment because how can one argue with this:

funny pictures

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in space, lesbian relationships are sponsored by sandwich shops
Battlestar Galactica Razor spoilers, toastiness below:

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Norman Mailer is not responsible for no one coming to lunch
From the Gilmore Girls episode "Norman Mailer I'm Pregnant!":

"No more iced tea! No more lemon slices!"
R.I.P.
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UPDATE: Masculinizing the noun
Man-word update!
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death or ugly
Often I think twice before reading a biography. After spending several hundred pages and lifetime with a person, they always die in the end. Yes, yes, it's the journey not the conclusion, but it still bums me out.

Two recent books I read did not end with death but with ugly, and I think that might be worse. Conquering Gotham: A Gilded Age Epic: The Construction of Penn Station and Its Tunnels tells the tale of the Pennsylvania Railroad's construction of tunnels under the Hudson River and the original Penn Station. I don't know about you, but I think about--and curse--the current Penn Station quite often. And that saga continues.

Penguin by Design: A Cover Story 1935-2005 recounts, in nearly excessive detail, the history of Penguin book covers, from font choice to frontispiece. Sure, the book designs today might still have a penguin on the book spine, but it is just not the same. And it's certainly not Honor Blackman's Book of Self-Defense.

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UPDATE: Masculinizing the noun
Man-word update!
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"Kick Pooh kick!"
You know when I decided I loved Pushing Daisies? I will tell you. Unlike some people, this did not occur when a parrot wing was bedazzled (note verb use) onto a pigeon that lost a wing during cropdusting sabotage. No, nor was it when one character's girth caused him to be stuck in a window like that silly ole Pooh Bear.

My moment was just seeing Swoosie Kurtz wearing an eye-patch. That simple.

Also, Lee Pace as Ned seems to be wearing laceless Chuck Taylors. According to the recent article on quirk in The Atlantic, this is "a kind of psychographic marker ... a self-satisfied pose that stands for nothing and doesn’t require you to take creative responsibility." I am not sure what that means, except that it accurately reflects my footwear and I am rarely self-satisfied.

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Fill up your walls
The Etsy shop for my father's prints is now open for business.

Sledding

Despite the 80 degree days in October, I believe Christmas and Christmas present shopping are still scheduled (if this has changed, please let me know).

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UPDATE: Masculinizing the noun
Man-word update!:
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Rubbing shoulders with greatness
You know how the saying about how some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them? Is there another classification for people who rub shoulders with greatness yet miss out on the history textbook chapter?

Consider the biography of Rasputin's daughter:

[Maria Rasputin] co-authored a cookbook, which includes recipes for jellied fish heads and her father's favorite, cod soup. She also worked as a cabaret dancer in Bucharest, Romania and then found work as a circus performer for Ringling Brothers Circus. During the 1930s she toured Europe and America as a lion tamer, billing herself as "the daughter of the famous mad monk whose feats in Russia astonished the world." She was mauled by a bear in Peru, Indiana, but stayed with the circus until it reached Miami, Florida, where she quit and began work as a riveter in a defense shipyard during World War II. (Internal citations omitted; emphasis added.)
Later in life she settled in Hollywood, named her two pets dogs after her father's killers, and became a psychic visited by Betty Ford. I plan to use her life as a model when drafting my personal goals for 2008.

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UPDATE: Masculinizing the noun
Man-word update!:
  •  he-vage, or male cleavage (query: "how much of his chest ... should a man reveal when he's wearing a shirt?") [thanks, [info]bunkadoo; added 7 October 2007]
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"I am at heart, a gentleman"
The Dark and Stormy is my favorite newly discovered drink. To prepare, mix ginger beer with rum, serve with ice. Variations will need to be explored. (My love of ginger is well-documented.)

A benefit to the drink is that I can now say, if the occasion should so arise, say if circumstances cause me to become a femme fatale at a smokey piano bar or cabaret (think Marlene Dietrich in The Blue Angel) that I like my drink like I like my men, i.e., dark and stormy. Until then, I'll save that line in my back pocket.

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young ears have ipod-induced hearing loss anyway
NPR's new younger-skewing morning news show The Bryant Park Project debuts officially on Monday. I have high hopes for host Luke Burbank who has wrangled Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me! guest host skills ably. However, remember the last time public radio tipped its toe into the younger demographic news market? (It did not really work.) As long as the new show does not pander, I'll give it a try.

According to the New York Times article, at a recent editorial meeting:

A visit by the indie rock band Arcade Fire was also mentioned.
Oh, now I'm suspicious.

Current Music:
BBC World Service
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Wednesday morning quiz break
One of the items below is not like the others, courtesy of Amazon.com:

One of these is not like the other

(The truth is that this accurately reflects my searching habits.)

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