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Oh those Edwardians could push the knife in so … elegantly. Thomas Seccombe on Thomas Love Peacock:
His philosophy was for the most part Tory irritability exploding in ridicule, but Peacock was one of the most lettered men of his age and his flouts and jeers smack of good reading, old wine, and respectable prejudices.
This from that insomniac’s friend, the Eleventh Edition of the Encyclopedia Britannica — from the “English Literature” entry in Volume IX.
I had a conversation with Ta-Nehisi Coates in the run up to last nights events, about whether or not our current snarkalicious age is nastier, more insulting than any pre-’net political or cultural affray. We both came to the conclusion it was not — and if you demur, then get back to me after you check out just about any random 19th century campaign cartoon:
But I felt there still was a difference between then and now. Last night’s 4 a.m. reading reminded me of what it was….
Style, man. Style: “…good reading, old wine, and respectable prejudices.”
That’s poetry, that is, guv’nor.
Image: The Judge magazine, “Another voice for Cleveland,” political cartoon in the 1884 campaign, referencing the rumors Grover Cleveland had sired an out-of-wedlock child.
…But Oh. So. Tasty.
I’ve been conspicuous (or not) by my absence, I know, and will probably continue to be so for a while, as daily life does what it does so well.
But I’ve been collecting a few odds and ends that this crowd might enjoy, so I thought I’d offer them up as a peace offering until I can post something that actually has some substance to it. Think of this as the third cotton candy stick you got as a kid, just before it all went pear shaped at the top of the Tilt-O-Whirl.
First up, via DKos, a truly delightful take on a song that my son has not let me escape in months (Ah, the joys of being well into middle age, and being schooled by your 12 y.o.) Apparently, the thing is authentically what it alleges itself to be, the Royal Engineers living the pop life in somewhat forbidding circumstances:
Via Daily Kos, here’s a US Army version, equally…how to put it…charming:
I’ll leave it to y’all to decide which side of the Atlantic wins this battle of bands.
But I can say that my beloved uncle, a career officer in the Royal Artillery, warned me about those engineering boys.*
Which advice allows me to partake of the “not-quite-500-miles-away”** school of segues to take you to one of the latest effusions from a noted engineering school — one that produced what, to my admittedly biased view, is the best of the exploding universe of Gangnam Style parodies.
Which is to say, here is the MIT version. Watch for the cameos — I’m not sure I’ll ever think about genomics in quite the same way after seeing Eric Lander’s performance. But the capper is one I’ll let you discover, if your eyeballs aren’t already bleeding at the thought of yet more PSY coming your way.
Oh, and open thread too.
*not intended to be a factual statement
**The not-quite-500-miles-away” segue was the term of art applied to the habit of the BBC programme Panorama to feign a link between two segments by saying something on the order of “Not 500 miles away from where Joe Bloggs was trapped in a death embrace with his pet python, Mary Scroggs paused, startled, while watering her petunias.” Or some such.
While we wait for the LHC to End Life As We Know It (tm), let my just say:
LIfe is always better when your guy hits a home run. Jason Bay –2 run HR. Red Sox lead 4-3.
This post is a risk, given that we’ve onlly finished the eighth.
Update: Dan Johnson homers off Papelbon. Tied 4-4. It’s my fault.
Update II: I should’a stood in bed.