“As a young writer, (James) Cameron borrowed a trick from Walter Hill, who, working on the outer-space horror movie “Alien,” took a character (a young ensign named Ripley) that was originally male and, with minimal revision, made the character female. (Sigourney Weaver played the role, Ellen Ripley.) As Cameron described the technique, “You write dialogue for a guy and then change the name.”—
“Raymond Robinson (1910 - 1985) was a severely disfigured man whose years of nighttime walks made him into a figure of urban legend in western Pennsylvania. Robinson was so badly injured in a childhood electrical accident that he could not go out in public without fear of creating a public panic, so he went for long walks after dark. Local residents who would drive his road in hopes of meeting him called him “The Green Man” or “Charlie No-Face,” and passed on tales about him to their children and grandchildren.”—
“Brian Robbins thought that Kenan Thompson and Kel Mitchell had good chemistry on All That. It was reminiscent of the classic comedic duo stylings of Laurel and Hardy, Martin and Lewis or Abbott and Costello.”—
“David quit his writing job at SNL midseason, only to show up to work a few days later acting as though nothing had happened. That plot inspired a second-season episode of Seinfeld entitled “The Revenge.”—Larry David - Wikipedia
— Guy standing in train aisle, red flannel and specs, talking to girl with black boots and brown belt; selected excerpts: “Then religion collapses into the realm of man.” “Wherefore the almighty?” “You know, the idea of the ironic liberal.” “That which is contingent becomes essential.” “I was always attracted to the ahistorical until I had my own history.”
Having spent the last week playing socialite with Nick Douglas, I can confirm that New York’s young elite can be almost as “frothing, inward and inbred" as any rural community I’ve encountered. Everyone reads the same magazines, watches the same TV, reads the same blogs, etc.
I absolutely prefer it to Palinland culture, but there definitely is an insularity here that mirrors the farmer’s contentment to never explore the world further out than the county fair.
…we educated, forward-thinking, urban folks have already won.We won a lonnnnggg time ago. We’re on the top of the hill. So it is probably pretty petty to lob insults down at the lowly shufflers too up their own asses to try and improve upon their own willful idiocy. We’ll always read more books, see more plays, watch better TV, have bigger ideas, engage in more interesting conversation, meet more diverse people. We’ll always die with a far greater wealth of stories and experiences than Palin’s frothing, inward, inbred cult ever will. We’re better at being alive. Plain and simple.
I loathe this sentiment. I’m posting this from a studio apartment on Bedford Avenue in Brooklyn, perhaps the polar opposite of my backwater hometown.
I hated growing up in nowheresville. I had no intellectual friends and the only cultural connection I had to the outside world was through the music I was able to pirate on a 56k internet connection and whatever I could scrounge up at a tiny library that was a half-hour drive in mom’s minivan away.
That last sentence is what kills me, but not because it calls hundreds of thousands of people uncultured swine. It’s that he so cavalierly claims to have found the secret of a fulfilling life. And it’s watching Gossip Girl instead of Survivor.
A society needs uncreative people. Our economy would grind to a halt if everyone were like me, wasting hours every day reading lit crit and lol pictures on tumblr. I don’t pity the uncultured. I’m grateful that these people exist, so that I can be free to pursue vanity.
Writing snark and attending media events for a living may be more fun than working in a coat hanger factory like my friend back home, but I hope I never am able to deceive myself into thinking that it’s somehow nobler.