Second sitting, 9×12.” For a catchy quasi-monkey-themed song, have a listen after the jump.
Man Must Dance – Johnossi
Really nice track.
RIP: Cyd. Now did Cyd in her long career ever star in a film with a monkey? Even “critics darling” Laura Linney has an ape movie on her resume (“Congo”). OK, it was a pseudo-ape, but ape it was. But Cyd: did she ever dance with a monkey? I think not. Make of that what you will.
Great gams! Fave Cyd moment: gum chewing, coin tossing sexy moll in “Singin’ In The Rain”. And not a monkey in sight.
BTW: Mazeltov George Takei!
Norwegian ape/man? Bear/Man?
Scandinavian, but you can REALLY dance to it (old rave fave).
Royksopp=puffball or mushroom cloud.
Mark, who loves the Norwegian ape/bear-people, but in a platonic way
Cathy, did you ever see the message from me that would have been comment #30 on your last post? I submitted it, but it didn’t appear; I submitted it again, and got told that I was repeating myself.
nope – any chance of resubmission? The comment queue is not flawless.
This is from Jesse, whose comments wouldn’t go through yesterday:
Good song! Similar to what I like in the Revels production of All Sons Of Adam: guitar and rhythm (in this case) following so closely on the words, nipping at their heels. I’ve been spending a couple of weeks immersed in (hello again fifteen-year-old Jesse) Sublime. Hard to figure out exactly what I like so much. Bouncing far-apart notes, all the tempo and key changes? That’s exactly it in Don’t Push (listen for “if I were Bob Marley…”); in Rivers of Babylon it’s the poetry of the lyrics (“captivity requires from us a song”) and the full-of-feeling singing: “over the wicked carry us away!” Warbling notes in Garden Grove, goofy boisterousness of Scarlet Begonias sliced by the furious, righteous “it was the summer of love” and even the humor in Waiting For My Ruca: “you’re not the only one, but you’re the best, Bradley!” But the best moment is in DJs, when “go go go” is thrown against “boh boh boh” with this incredible spangle of electric guitar.
Not much luck remembering the previous post, though. Just some laughing at the image of putting the words of the too-cute other Cathy Hamilton in your mouth: “Like most baby boomers who came of age in the 70s, I’ll try just about anything once. Need a lab rat? I’m your gal…”
Then a twitch at “gal” and a comment that if women had to have Cialis marketed to them, “here’s to gals” would be the tagline.
Memory goes no farther!
Re: Cyd Charisse: Just for kicks I’m going to embed a video of the classic Astaire/Charisse “The Girl Hunt Ballet” from The Band Wagon:
Mark: re: Poor Leno: perfect.
I forgot Poor Leno, too. I’d only heard it sampled, so I’m glad to know where the samples were from.
Cyd Clip: Purrrrfect. Love the Cyd.
Right now I am WRITING a review of Richard Louv’s LAST CHILD IN THE WOODS, a book that is held in high esteem by enviromental educators, but which I really loathe because of it’s flimsily disguised mistrust of science and undisguised Luddite ideas and statements like this:
“We can no longer assume a cultural core belief in the perfection of nature” (p.23)
The “perfection of nature”? What da $^%%##%????
Mark, imperfect in so many ways it’s tough to count
From following this exchange, I’m learning that the keys to great conversation are monkeys and Mark Lynch. Now Mark would make a marvelous dinner guest, but the monkeys . . .?
This brings up an interesting and pertinent question:
(well, to me)
Have any of you met monkeys or apes or prosimians for that matter in the wild? And if you did, what did you think of their behavior? Was it the same as in the lab? Did you interact with them? Catherine, you’ve been to Central AM, so likely you’ve seen/heard Howlers and possibly Spider Monkeys, is that correct? What was the experience like emotionally? I once got into a tiff with a troop of Capuchins near Iquazu Falls along a deeply forested road. Long story there, but the event really stuck with me because half way through I realized that we were looking at each other directly in the eyes as we tossed branches at each other, which is freaky with a wild animal.
Mark: monkeys are always great at parties. Peter Tork recently visited the station (true story) and he was very well behaved and didn’t urinate on anything. Much to my surprise.
BTW: In a recent Price-Line “Negotiator” TV ad with William (I now only play a satire of myself) Shatner, he stars with a Ruffled Lemur (Varecia v. variegata)
Hey, hey….we’re New World Monkeys.
Maybe because he’s really a monkee?
Sadly, the number of wild primates I have seen is exactly zero. But I know what you mean – that moment when you lock eyes is really weird. And, of course, looking into a monkey’s eyes is a direct challenge and an unambiguous act of aggression.
I have a good story (not sure my parents know this, but all of my friends groan whenever I tell it yet again) about how I defeated my seventh grade bully with the help of the Caltech monkeys…
Wait, what, you were throwing branches??!
They started it.Honestly. Eye contact: found that out the hard way. Hence the branches. I was “communicatin’”.
Monkee…Monkey, you say potatos, I say potatos.
Monkeys, Bears, Cyd
Monkeys, Poor Leno, Mark the Dinner Guest
Monkeys, Richard Louv, the seventh grad bully,
I just wanna put on my Red Ruby High Heels (thank you Cyd) and go home! Stop the madness!!!!!!!!!
I’ve heard many of your stories but not ‘the defeat of the 7th grade bully’ story!!!! Do tell!
No such experiences for me either, unfortunately. Lost my chance when my career as an ethnobotanist was cut short in junior high school after reading about inch-long spiny maggots bursting from people’s skin in Shoumatoff’s THE RIVER AMAZON. Pages from a small but potent section of my library, also including Napoleon Chagnon’s YANOMAMA: THE FIERCE PEOPLE, which I bought solely because Kenneth Good railed against him so much in INTO THE HEART.
So tell your story, Cathy! I haven’t heard it. I repeat my own stories all the time.
At least one of your parents knows it, and loves it. That kid was really a piece of work!
Mark, whatever prompted you to throw something at a troop of monkeys? You didn’t think they (who excel at throwing poop against zoo windows) wouldn’t respond in kind?
Catherine told me the story at her former home in Providence, and I have to tell you, it’s the kind of story I tell others when I am talking about you. ALSO: You should tell EVERYONE the tale since the monkey is out of the lab (so to speak), but what will be missing will be a certain demonic gleam in the eye and a weird half grin at the end. Field marks of the hidden sadistic streak.
CLH: I was waiting for this Giant Wood Rail. They (the Capuchins) wanted to cross the path right where I was. At first it was sort of funny. Then REALLY interesting. Then really intense. I followed their lead and was interested to see if I aped them (including facial expressions) if they would eventually back down cuz I was bigger (though there was more of them). They did not back down and I de-evolved for a few moments and then gave them back their piece of the forest. They started throwing small twigs and leaves they were breaking off and screaming. So I thought I would break off a small branch and toss it at them (not hard). Well, holy moly! (see Captain Marvel) And yes, the poop did fly, but not from me. I have to draw the line somewhere. To be honest, I was entranced. Sure I had seen plenty of captive monkeys and monkeys in labs, but there was something about INTERACTING, not just scaring off, a group of animals that look at you in the face. They won. They likely had seen other folks on the trail before and knew the score. I did see the Giant Wood Rail a bit further down the road, which though an amazingly cool bird, paled in comparison to seeing the monkeys. My most sublime monkey sighting was in Costa Rica. I had just found the tiny nest of a Tufted Flycatcher and was laying against a tree looking up when I notixced beyond the nest, higher up in the lower canopy in the same tree I was leaning against, and over my head, was a family/troop of Howlers. I sat and watched them for 45 minutes or more. The morning/evening growling bellows of the alpha males are just incredible.
The Maggots: They scare the crap out of me too because they are common, MANY of my friends have had them, and it’s like a low rent version of ALIEN. Field researchers in Central America get them a lot. It’s the larvae of some fly, like a Bot Fly, and before you know it, this inch long spiny maggot is twisting under a huge buboe on your skin. It is gross AND painful. Some friends popped them like some horrific zit (easily infected) and saved the bodies in baby food jars of alchohol. The macho/insane thing to do was to wait till it matured. I have friends (and a cousin) who did that. I will spare you the description of that process. There are also what I think are apocryphal stories of doctors laying pieces of bacon next to the buboe and having the maggot crawl out. I cannot believe I never came down with them. But I did get numerous onslaughts of terrestrial leeches in Queensland. Not at all painful, just bloody grotesque.
Catherine: tell the story, PLEASE. Like Welle’s film THE MAGNIFICENT AMBERSONS, it is a classic tale of “comeuppance”
OK, the only thing grosser is if one harvested the maggots and ate them as a protein source, using your own body as the farm. HAHA. So there. Think I will go be ill (this has nothing to do with staying up till three and drinking martinis last night).
Re: monkey revenge story: will tell it today when I do a new post..
Maybe maggots are our link back to pseudo-Asperger’s again. I can’t think of anything I’m more afraid of than parasites, and maybe my fear of needles is related. Sanctity of the body.
I’m smiling to see Queensland mentioned, too. I spent many happy moments in Kyogle, near the Queensland/New South Wales border, as the guest of an Oxford-trained dissectionist who retired to a life of (dissectionists are good with their hands) planting hedge mazes and tending a massive bonsai garden. As I’m sure Mark knows, wondrous eccentricity isn’t especially unusual in rural Australia.
I’m no Welles expert (and film isn’t even one of my favorite art forms), but I burn when I think of the might-have-beens if he’d just been given a little more money or trust at various points in his life. He was even a competent artist (see LES BRAVADES).
Bullying is a fraught topic. I’m proud of the fact that I was never beaten up nor even successfully bullied, but there’s more to say here that deserves a full post at some point after work or on the weekend.
1) I am SO glad to hear from someone else who has spent time in Oz and recognizes the blasted willful eccentricity of the place. After my first trip when people asked me about the Aussies (they hate that word), I could only come up with “cowboys on acid.” Where you were, did you ever venture to O’Reilly’s?
2)Parasites. Yuck. It’s really Sartrian (see NAUSEE) and boundry violation. When I woke up Monday with a Deer Tick sipping on me, there is no way that was going to be a good day. Or week.
3) Catherine’s idea about eating the Bot Fly larvae. Just so we are on the same page: you COULD do that, but you could never SURVIVE on that because of caloric intake/output equations. Otherwise, you would become the human equivalent of a perpetual motion machine.
4. Welles and MAG AMBER: one of the great what might have beens in art. And none of the lost footage exists.
5. ASPERGERS: this site seems to be becoming an Asperger’s support group.
6. There were times I was bullied, but never beat up. There is something very EC Comics about Catherine’s story. And it dovetails nicely with her series.
“And yes, the poop did fly, but not from me.”
Glad to see there were limits to your de-evolution, Mark.
Even deep in the rainforest on the Rio Paranha, there is such a thing as decorum and moderation.
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