Down coats and spinach salads, high-tech sofas and sauces nouvelles, Rubik's Cube and the Chipwich, cats and Donkey Kong, Izod shirts and sequined head antennae, sesame noodles and the resurgent miniskirt - all have burst upon us sporadically.Bursting resurgent miniskirts... remember?
Sequined head antennae... haven't thought about them in a long while.
Now it is the time of the akita. The akita is a dog, simply a dog with a certain historical cachet, to be sure, of an ancient breed native to Japan and apparently possessing an admirable character, but just a dog. Yet undeniably the akita is the New York dog of the moment, and to have one is to be exceptionally modish.What a lucky dog, to have been the dog of the moment.
Linda Ronstadt and Yoko Ono own akitas, and one buyer confessed that he had bought one because Judith Jameson, the dancer, has one. On Sunday mornings the small Village park at Horatio and Hudson Streets becomes a gathering place for akitas and their owners, a place for the dogs to play and their owners to preen over pets burdened with such names as Mick Jagger, Dr. Pangloss, Mercedes, Gorm, Black Shogun and Kuma, the last meaning ''bear'' in Japanese.Ah, for the days when one longed to be like Linda Ronstadt and Yoko Ono.
And yet, Yoko Ono was on Larry King last night. Tonight, Larry's got this summer's fad, Paris Hilton.
How will you think about her -- if you survive so long -- a quarter century from now? Will all the meaningless little things seem deeply evocative? They will -- if you are still alive.
Do not neglect to love the sequined head antennae of today.
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The faddish of Manhattan learned the hard way about the disadvantages of owning a poorly trained guard dog, IIRC.
Ugh. My entire high school and college years were bookended by awfulness, fore by disco, and aft by Duran Duran. Carter's malaise and was followed by dystopian millenialism.
There were a few good things, Elvis Costello among them. But the most of it was ephemera. It's fun to pick up an old LIFE or Photoplay and see the same waves of nothingness crash upon the cultural shore, only to be followed by another and another still. In time, every briefly glittering rock is beaten into sand and ultimately forgotten.
Remember Linda Darnell?
Or much of 1947 at all?
Neither do I.
1982 is similarly lapsing into a hazy past.
It's a lot of fun thinking about the fads of the '00s.
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Schlocky 24-hour cable news (Wishful thinking, I admit; this one might not be going anywhere)
The children have "ADD", the aging men have "Erectile Disfunction", and TV tells us to "Ask your doctor about the purple pill"
The Daily Show
iPods
Terror Paranoia (ORANGE ALERT!)
Git-R-Dun
Nader
Zombie Movies
Torture Movies? (Seems like an emerging trend.)
Deification of Jolie/Pitt
Blogging?
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It's fun, try it!
I'm nostalgic for yesterday's future.
I'm nostalgic for yesterday's future.
Well put. I think that makes a lot of us, though probably for different reasons. To quote Sarah Vowell, on Bush II:
"I talk about going to his inauguration and standing there crying when he took the oath cause I was so afraid that he would wreck the economy and muck up the drinking water. The failure of my pessimistic imagination at that moment boggles my mind."
Sarah Vowell's stuff is great. Loved her Assassination Vacation and The Partly Cloudy Patriot.
"Ah, for the days when one longed to be like Linda Ronstadt..."
The American explosion in obesity began in the early 1980's.
Funny. When I read "Linda Ronstadt," the first thing I thought was "coke head."
It was rumored back in those days she had surgery to replace her burned-through septum or something.
Still, better than those Rod Stewart rumors.
Do not neglect to love the sequined head antennae of today.
Well, that's exactly the kind of lapidary prose that has earned Ann her well deserved reputation as the Miss Havisham of Wingnuttia.
Simply stunning.
Adieu!
Simels raises an interesting question:
Is "Attacking Upward" a fad of the '00s?
Do not neglect to love the sequined head antennae of today.
Does this mean I must love Crocs? No.
Golly gee willikers! [S]teve simels sure turned out to be a sorehead.
You’d think a guy so into pop music would love a line like "Do not neglect to love the sequined head antennae of today."
I know I do.
It's so wonderfully close to: "And while you’re at it, keep the nightlight on inside the birdhouse in your soul."
And who can argue with that?
Here’s the video
Enjoy.
How will I remember Paris Hilton 25 years from now? I'm sure it will be for the way she changed after her stay in jail--for her many humanitarian acts and her vows of chastity and poverty and how she gave her entire inheritance to the Gates Foundation to help fight AIDS and hunger in Africa. Yep, I'm pretty sure that's how we will remember her. . .
What's with the 'sequined head antennae'? I don't remember those.
Unfortunately, '00s will also be remembered for tight shirts with bared midriffs and hip-hugger jeans that, unfortunately, showed the whole obesity thing to very bad effect.
Sequined head antennae, if I recall correctly, started out as ping pong balls on wire, attached to a headband, used in Saturday Night Live's repeated skits with bees. I also remember calling them dealy-boppers in their pre-sequined manifestation.
Paris Hilton looked magnificent coming out of jail. The bitch has genes, give her that. And genes rule. Always have. Always will. Deal with it, losers!
"... And genes rule. Always have. Always will. Deal with it, losers!"
Genes rule, people. Hereditary monarchy is inevitable. Give up and accept the genetic master race of rich, white, felonious bimbos.
He who makes the genes then will rule, soon enough.
I just want mine loose fitting and without the 1982 decorative stitching by Jordache, Sergio Velente, or Calvin Klein.
Give up and accept the genetic master race of rich, white, felonious bimbos.
Or rather, the genetic master race of their intellectually superior, symbiotic controllers.
There is historical precedent, after all.
Two Celebritney's Enter,
One Celebritney Leaves.
A close family member met Paris in Paris over coffee at a hotel in which they were both staying about a year ago. Had some mutual friends and local parties in common, but nothing else.
I still hope it's all a dumb blonde heiress act on her part. Because if it is, the act makes a fool of both celebrity lovers and haters, in that they each care in their own special way...
Summer of '82--living and waitressing in Wildwood, NJ--oh, the memories!-- (silly sequined antennae and all; we used to make fun of 'em)--
We get it jane. You have a relative who has an acquaintance with PH. You're a somebody.
Exactly, ricpic.
Converging on celebrity is Everything. And we love it by hating it so, yes?
There's more, but I can only take so much animosity from somebody whose poetry I like :)
Genes rule, people. Hereditary monarchy is inevitable. Give up and accept the genetic master race of rich, white, felonious bimbos.
That sounds like a great screenplay idea.
I'll contact Fred Olen Ray immediately.
"I'll contact Fred Olen Ray immediately."
If only Russ Meyer were still with us.
Miniskirts???? (perkin right up)
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