The Monday Artday challenge word this week is “speed”.
Neil Simon’s 1965 play (and subsequent 1968 film) “The Odd Couple” told the story of Oscar Madison and Felix Unger. Oscar is a New York City sports writer and a horrible slob. His recently-divorced friend, Felix, has been kicked out of his home. Oscar invites Felix to move into his Upper West Side apartment. Felix is an obsessively neat hypochondriac and drives Oscar nuts within a week.
Oscar has a weekly poker game at his apartment. The game includes Oscar’s accountant Roy, Murray the cop, timid and hen-pecked Vinnie and gruff, sarcastic Speed. Since Felix moved in, he has provided a varied menu specifically accommodating each participant. Prior to Felix’s arrival, the poker game fare consisted of whatever Oscar had rotting in his broken refrigerator… which led to this exchange between Oscar and Speed:
Oscar : I’m through being the nice guy, you owe me six dollars each for the buffet!
Speed: What buffet? Hot beer and two sandwiches left over from when you went to high school.
from my sketchbook: hope?
Everyone on this earth has felt some kind of unsubstantiated prejudice. At some point in their lives, everyone — the cashier at Target, Michael Douglas, the woman who takes your picture for your new driver’s license, The Pope — dislikes someone for a stupid reason. If you say “Oh no. Not me.”, then you’re prejudice and a liar.
In the weeks leading up to the recent presidential election, I have witnessed plenty of prejudice. Most people believe that everyone thinks like they do. It’s amazing the things that total strangers will say to you just because you “look like they do.” People loudly make the most racist comments and think nothing of it. While my wife was getting a manicure, a woman publicly expressed her concern about having a black president. Even Republican vice-presidential candidate Sarah Palin hinted at it.
That fact never concerned me at all. I had another concern.
Barack Obama is 47 years old — one week older than I am. In history books, in movies, on money, presidents are old guys. From the powdered wigs and mutton chops, the country’s leaders have always been stodgy, old windbags. I can imagine the fear my parents’ generation felt when they saw this inexperienced kid mounting a campaign for president! Prior to the election, I asked my father-in-law how he felt about the possibility of having a 47 year-old in the White House. I said “You don’t think a 47 year-old can back a car out of your driveway, let alone run the country.” Honestly, a president my own age didn’t sit too well with me either.
Until my 21 year-old son put it into perspective.
He said “What have old white guys ever done for you?” I pondered the question. I answered, “Well, they’ve criticized my work, talked down to me, pushed me around, exhibited incompetence in the workplace, screwed up the economy and gave convoluted and incoherent answers to questions.”
My son then asked, “What have black guys your own age done for you?” I thought about that question. I answered, “They have been pleasant, funny, helpful and shown mutual and professional respect.”
He looked at me with that look.
I hope Barack Obama takes that driveway at ninety miles an hour.
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DCS: james whale
James Whale didn’t care what people in Hollywood thought of him. Whale was openly gay in 1930s Hollywood, at time when gay actors and actresses had to hide their sexual orientation at a risk of jeopardizing their careers. He was an innovative director. Universal Pictures owed its stellar success in the 1930s much in part to the huge box-office receipts of Frankenstein, The Invisible Man and The Bride of Frankenstein — all blockbusters Whale directed for the studio. Whale personally selected Gloria Stuart, Colin Clive, Elsa Lanchester, Boris Karloff and Claude Rains, for their roles in those films. He had known them in his native England and he essentially gave them careers in movies in the United States.
While Whale was primarily known for directing horror movies, he also helmed the 1936 version of the musical Showboat and The Man in the Iron Mask in 1939. Whale was eventually relegated to B-grade films and retired from directing in the early 1940s.
In his later days, Whale suffered a debilitating stroke and experienced difficulty with his memory. He became lonely and battled depression. On May 29, 1957, he wrote in a note: “The future is just old age and illness and pain… I must have peace and this is the only way.” He left the note for his estranged lover, producer David Lewis. Whale committed suicide by drowning himself in his swimming pool.
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DCS: irene gibbons
Irene Gibbons was an Oscar-nominated costume designer in Hollywood for thirty years. She took over from Adrian at MGM, and went on to establish her own company, Irene, Inc. She was known only as “Irene” in her screen credits.
Doris Day wrote in her 1975 autobiography that she got to know Irene quite well. One night after a few drinks, Irene told Day that the “love of her life” was Gary Cooper. On several other occasions Irene spoke about the intensity of her love for Cooper, and Day got the feeling that Irene had never mentioned this to anyone before her. Day wrote that she honestly could not tell if they actually had or were having an affair, or if it was a one-sided love. Day did know that Irene was extremely distraught over Cooper’s death in 1961.
On November 15, 1962, Irene checked into room 1129 of the Knickerbocker Hotel in Hollywood. She finished nearly two pints of vodka. She wrote a suicide note that read “I’m sorry. This is the best way. Get someone very good to design and be happy. I love you all. Irene.” At 3:12 that afternoon she pushed out the screen of her hotel room window and jumped.
A guest in room 429 heard a crash on the roof, and contacted the hotel manager. Irene’ s body was discovered on the 3rd floor roof, 9 feet in front of room 329.
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IF: vacant
The challenge word this week on illustrationfriday.com is “vacant”.
“Every time I appoint someone to a vacant position, I make a hundred unhappy and one ungrateful.”
Louis XIV
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IF: repair
The illustrationfriday.com challenge this week is “repair”.
This guy is one of the coolest guys I know. And I’ve known him for a very long time. Twenty-one years, as a matter of fact.
He began to read at three. He recognized Beatles songs and sang Grateful Dead songs at four. He began to master Hebrew by second grade. He gained a vast musical knowledge that stretched across many genres and reached far beyond his years. He is as smart as a whip, having made dean’s list in four consecutive college semesters. He hosts a weekly four-hour internet radio show (that is also broadcast on local HD radio here in Philadelphia), where he manages to sneak in some selections from his own eclectic musical tastes among the regular alternative rock programming. He assists in production on a popular long-time folk music radio show. He plays guitar, bass, ukelele and digeridoo. He’s a vegetarian. He doesn’t drive (by choice). He has given me inspiration for many of my illustrations. And he can really make me laugh.
Early one August morning in 1987, several hours after Joan River’s husband commited suicide in a Philadelphia hotel room, this cool guy was born. He weighed nine pounds and six ounces. He measured twenty-four inches long. I told his mother, “At that size, when he’s sick, aren’t you glad he doen’t have to go back in for repairs?”
I watched this cool guy come into the world.
This story continues to be written.
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SFG: nice
The challenge word on sugarfrostedgoodness.com is “nice”.
Syd Barrett was a founding member of Pink Floyd. He provided the musical direction and psychedelic influence in the band’s early work. He recorded two albums with Pink Floyd and two solo releases before mental illness and heavy drug use put him into a self-imposed seclusion lasting more than thirty years.
Due to his abundant use of LSD, Barrett’s behavior on stage was unpredictable. He would strum on one chord through the entire concert. Sometimes he would not play at all. At a show at The Fillmore West in San Francisco, during a performance of “Interstellar Overdrive”, Barrett slowly detuned his guitar. The audience seemed to enjoy such antics, unaware of the rest of the band’s consternation. Before a performance in late 1967, Barrett apparently crushed Mandrax and an entire tube of Brylcreem into his hair, which subsequently melted down his face under the heat of the stage lighting, making him look like “a guttered candle”.
Following a disastrous abridged tour of the United States, David Gilmour, a school friend of Barrett’s, was asked to join the band as a second guitarist to cover for Barrett as Barrett’s erratic behavior prevented him from performing. For a handful of shows David played and sang while Barrett wandered around on stage, occasionally playing. The other band members soon tired of Barrett’s antics and, in January 1968, on the way to a show at Southampton University, the band elected not to pick Barrett up: One person in the car said, “Shall we pick Syd up?” and another person said, “Let’s not bother”.
Years later, in 1975 during the recording sessions for the “Wish You Were Here” album, Barrett showed up at the session unannounced, and watched the band record “Shine On You Crazy Diamond” a song, coincidentally, about Barrett. By that time, Barrett had become quite overweight, had shaved off all of his hair, including his eyebrows, and his ex-bandmates did not at first recognize him. Eventually, they realized who he was and Roger Waters was so distressed that he was reduced to tears.
Barrett died in July 2006 of pancreatic cancer. The occupation on his death certificate was given as “retired musician.”
In 2006, his home in Cambridge, England, was placed on the market and attracted considerable interest. After over 100 viewings, many by fans, his house was sold to a French couple who bought the house simply because they liked it – reportedly they knew nothing about Barrett.
Syd Barrett once said, “Fairy tales are nice.” In his mind, he likely experienced a bunch of fairy tales.
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Monday Artday: zombies
This week’s challenge word on Monday Artday is “zombies”.
A zombie is a reanimated human corpse. Stories of zombies originated in the Afro-Caribbean spiritual belief system of Vodou.
One origin of the word “zombie” is “jumbie”, the West Indian term for “ghost”. Another is “nzambi”, the Kongo word meaning “spirit of a dead person.” According to the Merriam-Webster dictionary, the origin is from the Louisiana Creole or Haitian Creole “zonbi”, and is derived from Bantu. A zonbi is a person who is believed to have died and been brought back to life without speech or free will. It is similar to the Kimbundu nzúmbe ghost.
But, zombies were brought into popular culture by director George A. Romero in his shoestring budget film “Night of the Living Dead”. Originally conceived as an allegory for the dire times of late-1960s society, “Night of the Living Dead” emerged as a cult classic. A film historian described it as “subversive on many levels”. Although it is not the first zombie film, “Night of the Living Dead” is the forefather of the contemporary “zombie apocalypse” genre of horror film, and it became original model of all zombie films that followed.
Filming took place between June and December 1967. Props and special effects were fairly simple and limited by the budget. The blood, for example, was Bosco Chocolate Syrup drizzled over cast members’ bodies. Roasted ham was used for consumed flesh. Costumes were purchased at second-hand clothing shops, and mortician’s wax served as zombie makeup.
Romero produced the film for $114,000, and after a decade of cinematic re-releases, it grossed some $12 million domestically and $30 million internationally. On its release in 1968, “Night of the Living Dead” was strongly criticized for its explicit content. In 1999, the Library of Congress included it in the National Film Registry as a film deemed “historically, culturally or aesthetically important”.
And in the course of the entire 96 minutes that the movie runs, the word “zombie” is never spoken.
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IF: late
The illustrationfriday.com challange this week is “late”.
Roger was about to become “the late” Roger.
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Monday Artday: robot
The Monday Artday challenge word this week is “robot”.
In the Oz books by L. Frank Baum, the origins of the character are rather gruesome. Originally, he was an ordinary man named Nick Chopper. Nick made his living chopping down trees in the forests of Oz. The Wicked Witch of the East cast a spell on his axe to prevent his marriage to the girl he loved. The cursed axe chopped off his limbs, one by one. Each time he lost a limb, Nick replaced it with a prosthetic limb made of tin. Finally, nothing was left of him but tin. The tinsmith who helped him, neglected to replace his heart.
SO ― He was eventually made entirely of metal, he had moving parts and he performed a designated task. Technically, each physical body part was replaced by a mechanical prosthetic appendage.
SO ― technically, he was a robot.
That’s my story and I’m sticking with it.