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Perrito Nebraska!

June 8, 2024

Briefly noted. Michael Covarrubias — an American, from Battle Creek MI, who lives and works in Turkey, and is now on holiday in Madrid — has been reporting on Facebook on the texture of the life around him in Madrid, taking photos with a keen eye for little bits of beauty, oddity, and humor. Today’s MC observations included a surprise: state-fair concession food from the farmlands of middle America. That edible and portable triumph of Americana, the corndog / corn dog: a hot dog coated with cornmeal batter and deep fried, on a stick. The Perrito Nebraska ‘little Nebraska dog’, an exotic specialty of the little restaurant La Españolita (I’m sorry; we’re all awash in diminutives).

As a bonus, it comes with some truly grotesque ad design that undercuts the natural goofy-phallic attractions of the corndog as art object.

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Climo color coding

June 8, 2024

Briefly noted. Passed on by Evan Randall Smith on 6/6 on Facebook, this Liz Climo celebration of Pride month, featuring her congenial cartoon animals:


(#1) The color sequence — white, pink, light blue; brown, black; red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple — reproduces the bands of  the Progress Pride flag

(There’s a Page on this blog on my postings about Climo’s work.)

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Snail, asleep

June 7, 2024

An Amy Hwang cartoon in the latest — 10/23 — issue of the New Yorker that I found hugely funny, for reasons I couldn’t at first explain:

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Well, there are people who can fall asleep (pretty much) anywhere, as they say — I’ve been such a person for about 70 years now — but I have never just lain down for an impromptu nap on the ground out in the world, as the snail in #1 seems to have done, preposterously.

Actually, the cartoon snail is lying flat as a flounder, in such a way that it’s hard to be sure that it’s only somnolent and not in fact deceased. It could well be not merely sleeping, but dead — reversing the customary formula, of many applicabilities, that someone or something isn’t dead, but only sleeping. Snail3 in the cartoon looks a lot like the Monty Python pet-shop parrot: this is an ex-snail, gone to meet its maker, and its snail buddies are just slip-sliding along in denial.

So #1 is wonderfully absurd. It’s also an excellent example of a cartoon existing equally in two worlds: visually, the world of snails (lacking males, since snails are generally hermaphroditic; bereft of speech; and also exhibiting dormancy but not, apparently, actual sleep); behaviorally, the world of human beings (where Snail1 can remark that he — Snail3 — can fall asleep anywhere).

But then I was carried away into the complexities of sleep in human beings and in other creatures (where it contrasts with rest and dormancy, not to mention death) and into the behavior of snails, where I will report — surprise! — on a 2011 study from the Journal of Experimental Biology about a common pond snail:

Behavioural evidence for a sleep-like quiescent state in a pulmonate mollusc, Lymnaea stagnalis (Linnaeus)

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Vitruvianus stands in Belgrave Square

June 6, 2024

The title is a play on the song title “A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square” (that’s Berkeley pronounced like Barclay, not like Burkley), and after an introduction to my colleague Asya Pereltsvaig this posting goes with her on a recent visit to Belgrave Square — Berkeley Square (in Mayfair) and Belgrave Square (in, yes, Belgravia) being two delightful green spaces in the toniest parts of central London — and I will celebrate the Vitruvian Man statue Homage to Leonardo in Belgrave Square. But in the end, today’s essay is about penises — the one on Vitruvian Man, the one on Michelangelo’s David, and the one on Astrid Zydower’s Orpheus — and their acceptability in a variety of cultural contexts.

So, while I have labored to keep the crude references to a minimum, there’s no denying that this posting will end up being, um, phallically rich — which some of my readers will find unsavory and unwelcome; this is a warning about what’s to come.

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The beetles’ Montanan wood

June 5, 2024

From Sally [Sarah G.] Thomason on Facebook yesterday, a beetle tunnel report from Montana:


(#1) ST: I’ve seen [bark] beetle galleries on logs before, but this log, which lies across a trail we [AZ: linguist ST and her philosopher husband Rich, plus their dog Yaskay] often walk on here in Montana, has a particularly exuberant and artistic bunch of galleries

Five things: the title of this posting; beetle galleries (of tunnels); bark beetles; gallery lexicography; beetle tracks (as we referred to them) on a family place out in the boonies of New Smithville PA.

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Understanding genitals

June 4, 2024

Pointed to Alex Norris’s Webcomic Name — that’s its name — by Max Meredith Vasilatos (to choose her web name) some years ago, I stumbled on his strip LIFE DRAWING of 10/6/17 — about, in some sense of about, genitals — which I’ll display for you in a moment. But first I need to put this strip in context.

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Suddenly high summer

June 4, 2024

I wrote a little while ago about how my plants had decided that summer was upon them, weeks before summer beckoned on the calendar: the cymbidium orchids went into summer dormancy, and the hydrangea (which flourishes in mid-summer) sent up gigantic flower stalks, quickly crowned by green flower buds that will turn to bright pink.

Today (June 4th) was indisputably, quite suddenly, a high summer day, with a high temperature of just over 90F. The hydrangea is loving it. Alarmingly.

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Today’s hybrid mail

June 3, 2024

A flyer for a 2025 concert series — Chamber Music San Francisco’s season in Palo Alto — which I was about to toss without further attention (it’s been many years since I’ve been able to go to concerts), when I looked at the address: it was mailed to Conrad Zwicky at my home address in Palo Alto.

How did that happen?

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P&G feel the agony of St. Sebastian

June 2, 2024

That’s Pierre et Gilles, the French collaborative artists — playful, way gay, outrageous, and exceptionally fond of sailors — and their approach to what I called, in a 5/20/11 posting, that

widespread and powerful homoerotic subject in artworks, the martyrdom of Saint Sebastian

From that posting, a P&G depiction of the arrow-pierced, agonized saint:


(#1) Saint Sebastian (1987), focused on the beauty of the young male body; this saint seems more anxious about the future than writhing in agony, and the composition is otherwise restrained

P&G have used StS as a subject at least seven times. I was moved to post on their treatments of the saint by encountering a remarkably campy depiction of him on Pinterest this morning:

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Not Super or Elmer’s, but almost

June 1, 2024

Today’s Zippy strip, with a burlesque of a 1982 Elvis Costello song, notably covered by Chet Baker in 1987:


(#1) Zippy burlesques the first lines — Almost blue / Almost doing things we used to do — and the final lines — Almost you / Almost me / Almost blue — but in the middle he goes off, not into the wild blue yonder, but, stickily, into the glue

In case you didn’t get the allusion, Bill Griffith gives us a hint with his title “Almost Chet Baker”, pointing to a remarkable performance of “Almost Blue” by the jazz trumpeter and vocalist Chet Baker.

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