Archive for March, 2010

Zwicky and the Cat Museum

March 3, 2010

From several sources, pointers to a posting [note of 8/5/22: apparently no longer available] entitled “Zwicky and the Cat Museum”. The museum is in Amsterdam, it offers “vintage posters and painting of cats, cat sculptures, and toys”, plus a number of live cats, and Zwicky comes into it because one of those posters is this delightful 1950 piece by Donald Brun (shown here along with a ticket from the Cat Museum):

This is not a poster of a cat named Zwicky — though that’s an idea I find appealing, for obvious reasons — but a poster advertising the Zwicky thread firm (branches of the Zwicky family are involved in all sorts of commercial enterprises in Switzerland, though not, so far as I can see, the design and manufacture of cuckoo clocks). The cat is wielding a spool of silk thread (soie á coudre, literally ‘silk for sewing’).

I was hoping to get me one of those posters, but it turns out that the posters that Brun did for Zwicky in the 1950s now count as classics — “vintage posters” — and go for significant prices.

Mantra of the moment

March 3, 2010

Zippy and his acquaintances are given to picking up and chanting “found mantras”, expressions that they find satisfying to repeat — in episodes of what Bill Griffith calls onomatomania (or phrase repetition disorder, here):

In earlier Zippy postings on this blog we’ve experienced people shouting “Grundy Gulch” three times (here), and also the attractions of “nuclear Obama-lama-ding-dong” (here).

Gimme shelter

March 2, 2010

I’ve been reading Terry Castle’s new book The Professor: And Other Writing, (from the dust jacket) a “collection of penetrating autobiographical essays” (and more: wit and humor, observations on literature, art, culture, and sexuality). There are any number of short quotable bits in the book; here I want to pick out just one, from the essay “Home Alone”, about magazines devoted to interior decoration, domestic architecture, home furnishings, landscape design, etc. — what she calls “shelter mags” and “shelter lit”, using both the clippings mag for magazine and lit for literature and also the coyly pretentious term shelter that many of these magazines themselves use. (She also calls this material “house porn”, using the snowclonelet X porn discussed, with others, here.)

“Home Alone” has come up in Language Log (I read it when it came out in the Atlantic a while back), since in it Terry notes the occurrence of the revolt-against-mother formula “not your mother’s X” all over these magazines. This is a special case of the larger snowclone “not your R’s X”, where R is a kin term (discussion here, including the perhaps most famous instance of the snowclone, “not your uncle’s Oldsmobile”).

[Terry is a distinguished colleague of mine at Stanford, in the English department. We became acquainted through the Stanford Humanities Center.

The NYT Magazine of January 17 has an entertaining interview with Terry by Deborah Solomon, which ends with this wonderful exchange:

[Castle] The smartest literary scholars right now are interested in evolutionary psychology and brain science — how we may be hard-wired for fiction-making, aesthetic appreciation and the like.

[Solomon] Is that a good development? How do you feel about seeing the adventure of life reduced to a function of DNA?
[Castle] I guess I’m down with it because I’ve always felt, for instance, that my own lesbianism was genetic. My cousin, whom I was just visiting in London, we have the same DNA, and we’re both big, old dykes.

[Solomon] Surely you can find a more graceful way to describe yourself.
[Castle] Svelte, coltish and effortlessly alluring? Cate Blanchett, please call me.]

Finally, the quote. This comes in a discussion of the now-defunct shelter mag nest, which was “louche, sly, sexy, so dark and downtown in sensibility it was funny — an interiors rag for John Waters.” She summarizes:

The magazine was quite stupendously mannered — redolent of Ronald Firbank trawling for hunky handymen at Home Depot.

I wish I’d written that.

Geer?

March 2, 2010

The latest Bizarro:

One of the challenges for ventriloquists is not to appear to be moving their lips. For obvious reasons, bilabial stops —  p b m — are a special challenge. Here, ventriloquists can take advantage of the acoustic (though not articulatory) closeness of bilabials to velars. With some support from the context, then, g can make a passable substitute for b.