Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
How often do I wonder how this decade in which we live, the “aughts,” will be remembered by people in the 2030’s? Oh…pretty much constantly. The bullcrap that is supposed to seem normal to us today, would not even begin to make sense in any other time. For examples I could cite just about anything, but I really don’t see the point.
Let us turn away from the dead horses we’ve been beating into Jello, which is War on Terror and the glowbubble wormening ManBearPig, to mens’ and womens’ fashions. About a month ago this post appeared here, assuming I have indeed tracked down the original appearance of it…which I’m just going to assume is true.
Get ready to laugh your ass off.
Last weekend I put an exhaust fan in the ceiling for my wife’s grandfather. After a bunch of hours spent in The Hottest Attic In The Universe, he had a ceiling fan that ducted to the side of his house.
While my brother-in-law and I were fitting the fan in between the joists, we found something under the insulation. What we found was this…A JC Penney catalog from 1977. It’s not often blog fodder just falls in my lap, but holy hell this was two solid inches of it, right there for the taking.
There follows illustrated directions on how to get your ass kicked in school, in business meetings, on the golf course. And you know, thirty years on, it would probably work just fine.
The couples-attire is pretty interesting stuff. Well, I was alive in the seventies, and I don’t remember too many couples dressing alike. But the fashion trend was certainly there. The Womens’-Lib stuff was pushed into high gear, and perhaps partly out of the appeal of telling their beau how to dress, and partly out of insecurity, the liberated women were receptive. They must have been, or else the attempt to market the product wouldn’t have been there. And it was there, in spades.
Nowadays, we expect gentlemen and ladies to dress differently. Women are supposed to be cute and neat, men are supposed to be droopy and sloppy. But hey — you think that will be easy to explain to people in three decades? I have my doubts.
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I got married for the second (and last) time in 1978. My bride insisteddemanded I wear a white tux, which were all the rage, of course. Much argument ensued, but I’m sure you know what the eventual outcome was. Fortunately the only surviving photo from that day is a “head and shoulders” shot. You miss the full effect of the cream tux with brown velvet piping, which is a good thing. I shit thee not.
I’ll be the first to admit: we looked really stupid in those days. It is to cringe.
- Buck | 11/08/2007 @ 14:13Ah, there you go, m’friend, putting that self-deprecating angle on things, which compels all the rest of us who were alive at the time to do the same…
Just entering middle school during the era, here. I’m guilty of the dreaded corduroy. In expressive colors, of course. Mom wouldn’t let me wear a cool leather jacket like Fonzie, even if the means existed for me to have one which was not the case…so I settled for some dressier vinyl contraption that completely defeated the purpose, and was horribly retro on top of it.
If memory serves, in all the decades since then my efforts to “fit in” have been lackluster at the very best. My cogs were stripped forever. And I’m not sorry.
- mkfreeberg | 11/08/2007 @ 14:28Dang, I look pretty stupid, posting a bad link. The REAL tux pic is here.
Sorry about that, and thanks for the heads-up, Morgan.
PS: I did lotsa corduroy, too. And patched jeans. The whole nine yards, in other words.
- Buck | 11/08/2007 @ 16:19I graduated high school in 1978. I wore a denim leisure suit under my gown, with a zipper tie. I also had reversible jeans. How we turned out to be functional is beyond me.
I also kept a bong in a drink holder on the door of my car. It’s almost like we lived on a different planet.
- chunt31854 | 11/08/2007 @ 16:38Oh, does that bring back memories. I graduated from college in 1975. My first dining room set was made from telephone cable reels. I owned and wore shirts very similar to the “Cowboy Chachi” picture (although never as his-and-hers fashion).
As for the leisure suits, I never bought one, but I was, at the time, serving on a nuclear missile submarine. We had blue one-piece outfits that we wore on patrol. They looked like baggy leisure suits, and were referred to as “poopy suits.” The front fastening was Velcro, and the sound of ripping a Velcro fastener open was known as “the mating call of the wild submariner.”
Ah, such joyful memories! I’m surprised they didn’t have a photo of harness boots.
- wheels | 11/09/2007 @ 10:35