How can wilson honestly write a column for the Times and say that she expects her article to be 1,300 women in Connecticut and Manhattan, plus "a couple of gay guys"? WTF?
The whole thing completely weirds me out--I actually knew her slightly many, many billions of years ago when she was that local girl who was writing something for Liquid Television; I acted in the ensemble cast of an interactive theater piece she wrote that was basically Freaks and Geeks turned up to 11 (except for the whole part where F&G didn't even exist yet--hell, My So-Called Life hadn't even aired yet because at that point they were dithering between Claire Danes and Alicia Silverstone as Angela).
She wrote four or five plays that did modestly well locally before leaving for LA and then NYC, all about serious social misfits and all deeply weird and obscene and snarky and oddly compassionate.
The year I did the one play, I ended up going to a Thanksgiving Day picnic out on the Marin headlands with her family and a bunch of other actors and crew members who had issues with their birth families, and it was odd and lovely.
I wish she'd stayed in San Francisco and been content to be a local micro-celebrity; her NYC persona has felt for years like this glittery, brittle, low-rent Camille Paglia parody of all the shallowest, snarkiest bits of her, and all her really likable and endearing qualities are just buried.
Of course, I only knew her slightly (though, during that one play, it was five-hours-a-day-six-days-a-week intense) for a short time and only had a couple of friends in common with her, so grain of salt and all that.
So she went sort of mary ann ( from tales of the city). I'm sorry to hear that.
I've never gone back to re-read the Tales series, despite my love of Mouse and desire to go back and spend more time with him, because the end of Mary Ann depressed me so deeply.
All other issues aside, I have trouble seeing how Wilson could mock Penney's logo font ("without even bothering to update its ancient Helvetica Light logo") when publishing in the New York Times. Especially now that it seems she was only thinking of the local print audience (women in Connecticut and a few gay guys in Manhattan). The body text of the NYT print version is set in Cheltenham, a font designed in 1896. And the paper name is in Old English Text, a font of unknown provenance but reminiscent of 15th century blackletter typefaces.
Baseball peeps - what is an unassisted triple play, please?
Fuse is showing a concert Kanye West did earlier this year at the Chicago Theater for CPS students. It's cool to have the chance to see it, but I'm a little agog at how out of tune he is much of the time and how much sound correction they must do on his albums.
It's not even a criticism, exactly. What makes Kanye special isn't the purity of his voice. (And in fact, watching this has made me head over to iTunes to fill in the holes in my collection.) Still, it's a little startling.
SIGG water bottles: not quite so BPA-free as they were claiming. [link]
Baseball peeps - what is an unassisted triple play, please?
I'm assuming it's one person making three outs all by himself. Maybe catching a ball, stepping on a base to get the runner out, and tagging another runner?
Ah, OK. I was thinking it was one guy doing it all, but I couldn't make a viable picture out of it. There was way too much running around in my scenario.
Go Dana. That is the typical way to get an unassisted triple play. I know Miguel Tejada achieved this when he was with the A's.
