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Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Monday, March 17, 2014
Did Sylvester Stallone start the Richard Gere gerbil story?
By Jack Brummet, Urban Legend & Rumors Ed.
We've all heard the Richard Gere gerbil story. Here is an interesting tale from http://sujet.co.uk (a now defunct website) about the origins of that story. It's almost as hard to believe as the gerbil story it purports to debunk.
"According to Stallone, Gere thinks he started the famous gerbil rumor because of a fight they had on the set of “The Lords of Flatbush in 1974 over a greasy chicken:
“I was eating a hotdog and he climbs in with a half a chicken covered in mustard with grease nearly dripping out of the aluminum wrapper," said Stallone. “I said, ‘That thing is going to drip all over the place.’ He said, ‘Don’t worry about it.’ I said, ‘If it gets on my pants you’re gonna know about it.’ He proceeds to bite into the chicken and a small, greasy river of mustard lands on my thigh. I elbowed him in the side of the head and basically pushed him out of the car. The director had to make a choice: one of us had to go, one of us had to stay."
A guy spills a little mustard on your trousers and you come up with a gerbil story that follows him the rest of his life? Boy, that tells you don't ever f*** with Sly Stallone!
We've all heard the Richard Gere gerbil story. Here is an interesting tale from http://sujet.co.uk (a now defunct website) about the origins of that story. It's almost as hard to believe as the gerbil story it purports to debunk.
"According to Stallone, Gere thinks he started the famous gerbil rumor because of a fight they had on the set of “The Lords of Flatbush in 1974 over a greasy chicken:
“I was eating a hotdog and he climbs in with a half a chicken covered in mustard with grease nearly dripping out of the aluminum wrapper," said Stallone. “I said, ‘That thing is going to drip all over the place.’ He said, ‘Don’t worry about it.’ I said, ‘If it gets on my pants you’re gonna know about it.’ He proceeds to bite into the chicken and a small, greasy river of mustard lands on my thigh. I elbowed him in the side of the head and basically pushed him out of the car. The director had to make a choice: one of us had to go, one of us had to stay."
A guy spills a little mustard on your trousers and you come up with a gerbil story that follows him the rest of his life? Boy, that tells you don't ever f*** with Sly Stallone!
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I'm Pro-Sasquatch And I Vote
By Jack Brummet, NW Travel Ed.
A great bumper sticker I found this weekend in Portland, Oregon:
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The amazing Boiler Room Bar at McMenamins' Kennedy School in Portland, OR
By Jack Brummet,
NW Travel Ed.
NW Travel Ed.
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Sunday, March 16, 2014
Poem: At the funeral of a friend, thinking about sparks
By Jack Brummet
Sitting
sad and contemplative at a funeral,
I think
about the firefall of light I saw today
Pouring from a rising skyscraper.
The welder is a star thrower,
Pouring from a rising skyscraper.
The welder is a star thrower,
And
constellations of pale yellow sparks
Tumble
from a heaven of beams and girders
Strung
with wire and pipe.
Those sparks are like her words,
Those sparks are like her words,
Falling
down iron bars
To disappear like fugitives
In
a white lake of sparks. To disappear like fugitives
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Saturday, March 15, 2014
A quick Blitz to PDX to see a favorite artist's show, a non profit restaurant, and gaslight torches
By Jack Brummet, NW Travel Ed.
Sitting on the deck--where it must be 55 degrees or so--on a one day blitz to Portland to see our pal Cathie Joy Young's show at the Guardino Gallery. Fun dinner tonight, with CJY, Newman Todd, and KeeKee at the Oregon Public House ("the world's first non profit restaurant"). At the end of the meal, you decide which of seven charities receives the profit from your dinner. So Portland; so sweet.
We're staying at a really fun hotel (which is almost an oxymoron): the Inn at Northrup Station. The decks on the ground floor (always my favorite) have sweet little enclosed patios with gaslight torches. I'm thinking now that I want to encircle my house with these torches. I bet it would keep the fruitcakes out (not that the fruitcakes have been wanting In), but I'm guessing it would impart a vibe kind of like Apocalypse Now meets True Detective. #LateNightWithJack
We're staying at a really fun hotel (which is almost an oxymoron): the Inn at Northrup Station. The decks on the ground floor (always my favorite) have sweet little enclosed patios with gaslight torches. I'm thinking now that I want to encircle my house with these torches. I bet it would keep the fruitcakes out (not that the fruitcakes have been wanting In), but I'm guessing it would impart a vibe kind of like Apocalypse Now meets True Detective. #LateNightWithJack
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Friday, March 14, 2014
Thursday, March 13, 2014
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
The amazing Codex Seraphinianus
By Jack Brummet, 20th century lit. ed
Codex Seraphinianus is a stunning book. Hilariously baffling, beautiful, and delightful all at once. This book has been out of print for decades and you could only find copies for $250-$600. A new edition was released late in 2013, but it's, alas, out of print already. The language is incomprehensible (Serifani wrote it in an invented language...possibly). He claimed once that the language is intended to convey the same feeling a child has when reading an illustrated book before they can actually read words.
This is a beautiful alternate world, and one of the greatest art books of all time (not books about art; books that are themselves art). But it also delves into history, math, a lot of flora and fauna and some of the most bizarre contraptions you've ever seen. Thanks for bringing this out again Luigi! I'm enjoying this so much I'm rationing myself to 20 pages a day. I want to make this last. You can find out more about the Codex on Amazon, or on this Wikipedia page.
Codex Seraphinianus is a stunning book. Hilariously baffling, beautiful, and delightful all at once. This book has been out of print for decades and you could only find copies for $250-$600. A new edition was released late in 2013, but it's, alas, out of print already. The language is incomprehensible (Serifani wrote it in an invented language...possibly). He claimed once that the language is intended to convey the same feeling a child has when reading an illustrated book before they can actually read words.
This is a beautiful alternate world, and one of the greatest art books of all time (not books about art; books that are themselves art). But it also delves into history, math, a lot of flora and fauna and some of the most bizarre contraptions you've ever seen. Thanks for bringing this out again Luigi! I'm enjoying this so much I'm rationing myself to 20 pages a day. I want to make this last. You can find out more about the Codex on Amazon, or on this Wikipedia page.
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