A funny Friday-afternoon post from Jeremy Freese, who I see lives in Madison and Cambridge. My home town and the site of my conception—where would I be without them?
the secret life of walter ‘i [heart] mean girls‘ mitty
I just got an e-mail from The New Yorker offering me a free poster of Lindsay Lohan (along with trying to get me to subscribe to GQ magazine). This, from the magazine that long thought color covers were too tacky for its image, and that still insists on sticking in an umlaut in words like “coördination.” William Shawn, I imagine, is spinning like a high-end centrifuge in his grave. James Thurber, meanwhile, I suspect is probably laying in his grave quite titillated by the idea, wishing someone would smuggle a DVD player into his coffin so he could watch Herbie: Fully Reloaded.
Dedicated to Penny, Dick, and My (Dear and Departed) Grandparents, Who Lately Find (or Found) New Yorker Cartoons Totally Baffling
A tongue-in-cheek cartoon by New Yorker cartoonist-in-waiting Roy Delgado. More about the frighteningly good CGI, or Completely Good Issue, that is the Dec. 4 magazine on Monday, when the Pick of the Issue will be awarded. I keep laughing and laughing at Margaret Talbot’s line “Somehow, I don’t think she meant Princess Anne.” Oh man that is funny. More culture pieces from Talbot, please.
George W.S. Trow, 1943-2006
Sad news. Here’s the New York Times obituary. The New Yorker website has also put up an excerpt from Trow’s classic 1980 essay “Within the Context of No-Context.”
