Monday, November 04, 2024

Wednesday, October 16, 2024

Reading Playboy for the articles: December 1965

Playboy December 1965

Reading Playboy for the articles: December 1965 edition, featuring Al Capp, the infamous Red Ryder BB gun, Playboy's holiday shopping guide and so much more is now live on the interwebz. I invite you to read all about it on my Substack.

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Friday, October 11, 2024

Friday Night Videos

Friday Night Videos

Sixpence None The Richer's not a band I keep up with much. Sure, I recognize their biggest songs but they've never intrigued me enough to dive deeper into their catalog. So why am I featuring them on Friday Night Videos? Because their new single, "Rosemary Hill," has an accompanying video that was filmed in and around New Braunfels. Seriously, the whole thing. I recognize every intersection, every hill, every Gruene Hall... well, that last one's a given, as there's only one Gruene Hall and it's five minutes from my house. So if you'd like a glimpse of where I live (generally speaking) this video will scratch that itch.

Previously on Friday Night Videos... Sergio Mendes.

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Monday, October 07, 2024

A Moment of Tiki episode 72: Pineapple Parlor

The Pineapple Parlor, speakeasy-style tiki bar, in Galveston, Texas

Episode 72 of A Moment of Tiki: Pineapple Parlor, is now live on the interwebz. I invite you to read all about it on my Substack.

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Monday, September 09, 2024

Armadillocon in the rear-view mirror: 2024 edition

Mark Fill and Jayme Blaschke, Armadillocon 2024Armadillocon took place in Austin over the weekend. This is, for those unaware, an annual science fiction and fantasy convention that's been running for 46 years. This isn't a big cosplay-and-celebrity event like DragonCon or ComiCon you see on TV. It's a more intimate affair focused on authors and artists. It's a blast. I attended it for the first time way back in 1990 and hope to attend many more in the future.

My recap of the weekend, along with a goodly number of photos, may be found on my Substack. As traffic here to my blog has gradually declined over the years, I'm shifting more of my writing over to the Substack platform, which combines the blog concept with social media and a built-in newsletter, with the potential of reaching more readers. And as a writer, reaching more readers is the name of the game. I don't plan on wholly abandoning this space, but the main activity will happen over at the new digs.

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Friday, September 06, 2024

Friday Night Videos

Friday Night Videos

Sergio Mendes died today. The man was a musical force, doing an amazing amount of work to popularize Bossa Nova, one of my favorite genres of music. Everyone's focused on his work with Brasil '66, specifically "Mas Que Nada," which is a fantastic song, but I want to showcase his talent with one of his later releases, "Funky Bahia," which he recorded with will.i.am and Siedah Garrett almost 15 years ago. Just watching him in the video, Sergio is so full of life and energy. I think it's safe to say he was having a ball.

Previously on Friday Night Videos... The Surfrajettes.

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Monday, September 02, 2024

A Moment of Tiki episode 71: Black Velvet, if you please

A Moment of Tiki episode 71: Black Velvet, if you please

Black velvet art is one of the staple items of decor found in home and commercial tiki bars alike. In this episode of A MOMENT OF TIKI I look at two of the most influential artists who excelled at this form and captured striking, dramatic images from the South Pacific on black velvet: Edgar Leeteg and Ralph Burke Tyree. Read the full post on my Substack.

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Friday, August 16, 2024

Friday Night Videos

Friday Night Videos

The Surfrajettes are back with a new surf guitar-driven single, "Easy As Pie," which heralds a new album coming soon. How cool is this? I've seen them live twice now and can't wait to catch them again the next time they swing through Texas. Maybe I'll luck out and they'll get a booking at legendary Gruene Hall--that way the afterparty could be held at the Lagoon of Mystery, our home tiki bar. Yeah, I can dream...

Previously on Friday Night Videos... Cyndi Lauper.

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Friday, August 02, 2024

Friday Night Videos

Friday Night Videos

Last week's Riki Lindhome video sparked memories of my teenage years in the 1980s when Tipper Gore and her morality posse spent many a sleepless night worried that popular music might give me unwholesome thoughts about sex and women in general. I remember they even came out with a "Filthy 15" list of songs that were wholly inappropriate for young ears--which gave all or us teenagers a great starting place to find audio smut. I have to confess that I wasn't a huge fan of Cyndi Lauper at the time, but I found her song, "She Bop" somewhat catchy. Imagine my surprise to discover it was on the "Filty 15" list because it glorified masturbation! Really? I'd assumed it was about girls wanting to go dancing. Oh, sure, if you listen closely to the lyric you'd pick up references to Freud and going blind and such, but even today I find most of her lyrics in that song unintelligible and am only able to really make them out by reading the accompanying captions. Needless to say, once I found out what it was really about, I became a much bigger fan of Cyndi. So thanks for that, Tipper!

Previously on Friday Night Videos... Riki Lindhome.

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Thursday, August 01, 2024

Chicken Ranch anniversary: CLOSURE!

On this date in 1973, the infamous Chicken Ranch brothel of La Grange, Texas, closed its doors for good. The closure followed a week (give or take--it's been tough to pin down exact dates) of broadcasts by Houston TV station KTRK's consumer affairs reporter Marvin Zindler, accusing the brothel of corruption and conspiracy. The Chicken Ranch had survived attempts to close it before, but the white-hot media spotlight proved too much for it. Today marks the 51st anniversary of its closure.

Inside the Texas Chicken Ranch: The Definitive Account of the Best Little Whorehouse 50th anniversary edition cover

In 2024, however, another milestone was reached, with the official release of the revised, updated and expanded 50th anniversary edition of Inside the Texas Chicken Ranch: The Definitive Account of the Best Little Whorehouse. The six years I put into researching and writing the first edition (published in 2016) and the additional work I invested in the newer edition seems to have paid off as far as critics are concerned, with the book's reception being as close to across-the-board positive as is reasonably possible. I still think it's one of the weirdest stories to ever come out of Texas, as state that bases its entire identity on weird mythology.

Just a reminder--book reviews help tremendously. If you've read Inside the Texas Chicken Ranch and are willing to do so, even a short sentence or two on Amazon, Goodreads or other online book site would help get the book in front of new eyes and spread awareness. Thanks!

Inside the Texas Chicken Ranch: The Definitive Account of the Best Little Whorehouse is available as an ebook in the following formats: Kindle, Nook, Google Play, iBooks and Kobo.

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Monday, July 29, 2024

Chicken Ranch anniversary: Marvin Zindler (1921-2007)

On this date in 2007, KTRK consumer affairs reporter Marvin Zindler died of pancreatic cancer.

Zindler, of course, is forever linked with the Chicken Ranch, as his series of exposés on the brothel directly led to its closure. And for that reason, many people (mostly men) who are old enough to remember curse his name. Despite being a self-admitted egomaniac, he was a powerful champion of the downtrodden in his lifetime, and did a tremendous amount of good. Where the Chicken Ranch was concerned, he let his lust for fame and the spotlight get the better of him, and this allowed people with a vendetta against the Chicken Ranch to manipulate him from a distance. Zindler was a person who firmly believed in his own righteous infallibility, and once it became clear the vast organized crime conspiracy behind the Chicken Ranch's operation did not exist, well, Zindler doubled down on the conspiracy angle rather than admitting he'd been duped. He went to his grave insisting on criminal conspiracy and corruption, although he was never able to prove any of his claims.

Despite this, nobody could argue Zindler wasn't committed to his job. He accomplished a tremendous amount of good throughout his career, championing the downtrodden and exposing slum lords, unscrupulous car salesmen and all manner of predators exploiting people who had neither the money nor power to fight back. But they had Zindler on their side. Despite constant pain from the cancer destroying him, Zindler insisted on delivering his famed restaurant report from his hospital bed on July 20. It proved to be his final report. Just over a week later, he was dead. His passing in 2007 directly inspired me to seek out information on the "true" story of what happened with the Chicken Ranch, and when I learned that no such history book existed, I researched and wrote Inside the Texas Chicken Ranch: The Definitive Account of the Best Little Whorehouse. So in truth, Marvin Zindler is responsible for my book.

Inside the Texas Chicken Ranch: The Definitive Account of the Best Little Whorehouse is available from both Amazon.com and BarnesAndNoble.com. It's also available as an ebook in the following formats: Kindle, Nook, Google Play, iBooks and Kobo.

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Friday, July 26, 2024

Friday Night Videos

Friday Night Videos

Riki Lindhome, of Garfunkle & Oates fame, has released a new song called "Don't Google Mommy." If you're familiar with her subversive, satirical work from her collaborations with Kate Micucci then you know what to expect. If you're not already familiar with her work, well, you're in for a treat. Or a shock. Maybe both. I think we can agree that "Don't Google Mommy" is advice all children should heed.

Previously on Friday Night Videos... Weird Al Yankovic.

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Friday, July 19, 2024

Friday Night Videos

Friday Night Videos

"Weird Al" Yankovic is back with a new song. He's been mostly quiet on the new music front for a decade now, which is kinda hard to fathom considering how reliable his output has been since releasing "My Bologna" back in 1979. Fittingly, "Polkamania!" is one of his pop hit/polka mashups that have become highlights of his albums starting with "Polkas on 45" on In 3-D from 1984. I'm hardly an authority on all things Al, but I do believe this is the first time one of his polka medleys has come out as a single. If you're not familiar with the formula, Al takes a verse from a popular song then sets it to a polka arrangement--it's not unlike what Postmodern Jukebox does, albeit without the polka. The accompanying video itself is a masterpiece of surreal dada excess. Muppet Al dancing with muppet yetis is an image I'll not soon forget.

Previously on Friday Night Videos... Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

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Wednesday, July 17, 2024

The Acolyte episode 8

Osha and Mae face Qimir in episode 8 of The Acolyte
The Acolyte is a new series streaming on Disney+. It is set in the Star Wars universe and occurs 100 years before the fall of the Jedi and subsequent rise of the Empire.

What happened: Osha, still wearing the Cortosis helmet we saw her put on back at the end of episode 6, has a powerful Force vision of Mae killing Jedi Sol without a weapon. She's determined to stop Mae, so strikes a deal with Qimir to go together, as he doesn't know where Mae and Sol are and Osha doesn't have a ship. As they depart, a gaunt, skeletal figure watches them depart from Qimir's cave. Sol has taken Mae to Brendok, where everything went wrong 16 years prior and sends a signal to Vernestra on Coruscant. But Sol hasn't actually told Mae anything before Mae breaks out of her restraints, stealing an escape ship (not an escape pod, because this thing has flight controls). Sol chases after her through the rings surrounding Brendok but annoying tracking groundhog Bazil sabotages Sol's ship sending both him and Mae to hard landings on the planet. On Coruscant, Vernestra is confronted by Senator Rayencourt, who mistrusts the Jedi because they're so powerful and fears what damage a single rogue Jedi could do. Verenestra admits she's conducting a murder investigation but insists she's "very close" to bringing in the killer. She then receives Sol's signal and grimly gathers as many Jedi as she can without raising alarm and rushes off in pursuit. Back on Brendok, Sol searches for Mae but encounters Qimir instead. They fight. Having faced Qimir before and seen his tricks, Sol is able to gradually wear down his adversary. Elsewhere, Mae finds Osha, but when Mae tells Osha that Sol has lied to her all these years Osha lashes out with anger and a pretty intense fight develops between the girls. Vernestra's ship arrives and Mae uses the distraction to get away from Osha. Sol destroys Qimir's lightsaber and appears ready to kill him when Mae arrives. Mae challenges Sol, who openly admits he killed Mother Aniseya but insists he did it for the good of the girls. Osha hears his confession, and enraged, Force chokes Sol to death. The girls flee but Qimir, no longer wearing his Cortosis after the fight, is sensed by Vernestra, who recognizes him. The Jedi pour into the ruined Witch fortress and find Sol dead. The girls stop to rest and hug and bond under the bunta tree from the first episode. As they're talking, Qimir arrives and warns them that if he can find them this quickly the Jedi can't be far behind. At first the girls are going to tell everything to the Jedi but Qimir points out that Mother Aniseya was killed in part because she created them through a vergence in the Force, an incredibly powerful and threatening ability. Osha's unlocked Dark Side power would be equally threatening, even without the whole Force vergence to consider. Osha offers to train with Qimir if he'll let Mae go. Qimir agrees and uses the Force to wipe Mae's memories so the Jedi can't use her to track them. Mae is captured and taken to Coruscant where Verenestra tells Mae--and the Senate inquiry--that Sol's guilt over killing Mother Aniseya drove him mad and he is the one responsible for killing Indara, Torbin and Kelnacca. After, she goes to meet with Master Yoda.

Disturbances in the Force: This episode, as far as I can tell, has no title. Which makes no sense, but then again that's on par for this episode. All the pacing issues I complained about in the earlier episodes are magnified tenfold here. During their fight in the ruins, it becomes very clear that Mae and Osha, wearing white and black, respectively, have switched positions. By that I mean Mae is on the path of redemption and Osha is falling headling toward the Dark Side. The vision Osha had was not one of Mae killing Sol but of herself--and the "sisters" are the same person inhabiting two different bodies, she couldn't tell the difference. It's an interesting idea, but that was the finale! After Osha succumbs to the Dark Side (for very good reasons I might add) and strangles Sol, there is no more story. That's it. Hard stop. Yet The Acolyte drags things out for 15 more minutes. Everyting that comes after completely deflates the emotional climax and Osha's character arc. She essentially killed her father for crying out loud! As for Sol, he shows zero remorse for his actions 16 year prior. He's still insisting he was in the right, unrepentant, unredeemed. Then, after his death, Vernestra compounds the problem by doing the same damn thing by lying to Mae and the Senate and (presumably) the Jedi Council. Why? I'm thinking Qimir is a former padawan of hers, but its not clear. None of the motivations are. I mean, Bazil sabotaging Sol's ship came from out of nowhere, had no logical basis. Bazil has become a blunt force plot device. On Brendok, after finding Sol's body, Vernestra orders the other Jedi to set up a wide perimeter but in the next scene they're all following Bazil in pursuit of Mae. Huh? Osha's decision to go with Qimir and leave Mae was also baffling weird. The girls had just reunited after thinking each other dead for 16 years and now, not only will they separate, but they're erasing all of Mae's memories as well? That seems like a solution in search of a problems. Why not take Mae with them and sort things out later? Qimir's ship kinda sorta gave the impression of being only a two-seater earlier in the episode, but in prior episodes it appeared a lot bigger than that. But so what? The episode should've ended 15 minutes earlier! Everything that comes after that only serves to set up a potential season 2. It's flabby and wasted and bad writing. The Yoda cameo at the end was wasted, and honestly, kinda pissed me off. One of the things I liked best about this series is that it didn't use previous Star Wars shows and movies as a crutch, with endless parades of cameos and references. We didn't need Yoda. Nor did we need Darth Pagueis. What purpose did he serve? It was a weird, unnecessary reveal that would've made a much bigger impact in season 2, with an episode building up to it rather than an in-passing cameo. Yes, there's still the question of who trained Qimir if Plagueis isn't shown, but so what? That's a good thing. The Acolyte diffuses that mystery for no substantive reason. Fine, I'll grant that Plagueis ties in to the whole Anakin "virgin birth" angle through the twins and the Force vergence. Again, so what? What does his fleeting appearance accomplish here that it couldn't do better in a potential future show? As it stands, Plagueis is even less impactful here than Maul was tacked onto the end of the by-the-numbers Solo film. A Maul cameo couldn't elevate that otherwise competent film, so why should be much-less know Plagueis have any greater impact with the far more uneven Acolyte? Short answer: He doesn't.

At several points during the battles in the fortress, the Witches are chanting. Were there actual survivors? Were there spirits there? Was it an echo of the past? Was it a mere stylistic choice? I dunno. Not everything has to be spelled out, but this episode spells out so many random things that it's hard to know what's important and what's not.

Look, this show was never going to live up to Rashomon. That's a given. I was rooting for it because it was giving us something different for Star Wars. But its missteps are relentless. None of the Jedi we've gotten to know to any extent--apart from Yord the jerk and Jecki the padawan, who are both dead--are really admirable. The Jedi we see stubbornly refuse to learn from their mistakes. I get that this show is sowing the seeds that lead to the fall of the order, but damn, folks, give us some examples of the "heroes" as hostile Senator Rayencourt calls them. This show is brimming over with ideas that are poorly realized, sloppily executed and implemented by half-measures. I want it to be better than it is. It should be better than it is. It showed flashes of brilliance throughout, but then reverted to hand-waving and plot coupons to move the story along, or not. For all its flaws, I still like The Acolyte better than the nonsensical Obi-Wan series or The Book of Boba Fett (how can anyone manage to make Boba Fett boring!?). I like the ideas. I love the fact they're trying to give us something different. The actors involved gave it their all. But this is a clear case of reach far exceeding grasp. Maybe the next time Disney+ greenlights a Star Wars series, they focus on telling a complete story rather than worrying about setting up a potential season 2. But that sloppiness in the final could just as well prevent a season 2 from ever becoming a reality.

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Tuesday, July 16, 2024

Reading Playboy for the articles: August 1966

Playboy August 1966
My wife, Lisa, has acquired a large collection of vintage Playboy magazines. I'm flipping through those issues that catch my attention and offering my thoughts on the non-photographic content that filled its pages. You know, the articles.

Highlights: For once, I'm not starting out by citing the interview (don't worry, I'll get to it shortly) but rather the letter column. In response to reader complaints about the U.S. Postal Service prosecuting individuals over obscenity statues (not involving Playboy subscriptions, I should clarify, but rather a superintendent of schools in South Texas, who was arrested for exchanging dirty letter with adult pen pals across the country) the magazine contacted Senate Majority Leader Everett Dirksen and several others, whose attention prompted a detailed letter from H.B. Montague, chief inspector of the Post Office. Printed by Playboy in its entirety, disavowing any improper or unethical attempts to prosecute folks using obscenity statutes and taking offense at the idea the Post Office might entrap someone:

Only an employee opening dead mail by authority of the Postmaster General, or a person holding a search warrant authorized by law may open any letter or parcel of the first class which is in the custody of the Department.
Which is reassuring, until the next sentence, which reads, "Evidence reaches the hands of postal inspectors through many legal channels." Playboy instigated some investigative journalism and revealed that Montague was not entirely honest in his letter to the inquiring senators:

But our own investigation of the case has uncovered an important fact not mentioned in the newspaper acount: It wasn't necessary for the incriminating letter to be "intercepted," because of circumstances that do the Post Office Department no more credit than if a postal inspector actually had tampered with the superintendent's mail prior to delivery. It appears that the pair of passionate pen pals with whom Mr. Morgan had been corresponding were actually a "front" for postal authorities from the outset--established for the specific purpose of entrapping unsuspecting citizens into violations of the postal obscenity law.
One could look at recent rulings from the U.S. Supreme Court, along with the platforms of certain political parties in the U.S. and conclude that we, as a society, are not that far from backsliding into this type of intrusive government presence in our daily lives. Remember, SCOTUS ruled not so long ago that there is no such thing as a right to privacy.

And on that happy note, Playboy's interview subject for this issue was billionaire H.L. Hunt, someone I suspect would happily approve of those aforementioned SCOTUS rulings. I'd never heard of him before. A quick check of The Google informs me he was the father of Lamar Hunt, who I had heard of--the late Dallas businessman helped found the AFL and was owner of the Dallas Texans before moving the team to Kansas City where it rebranded as the Chiefs. Okay, that gives a little context. What else should I know about the elder Hunt? Well, he started out dirt poor, got lucky with some oil lease speculation and became a billionaire in short order. He was also an arch-conservative absolutely steeped with anti-Communist fervor, making him a prototype for the Koch brothers long before those two were born. He's also folksy and maddeningly evasive with his answers. The interview jumps around so I don't feel sharing a single excerpt would do it justice. Let's start with his thoughts on charity:

Playboy: You once said that you wanted to use your wealth "for the greater benefit of mankind." Do you feel that you have?

Hunt: I have never been very sanctimonious along those lines. And so I doubt that I said that, because I feel that people who have wealth should not throw their money around; to do so makes good propaganda for the Communists. When someone who has a reputation for having a lot of money spends it foolishly, the Communists can use that as an argument against private enterprise, capitalism and the incentive system.

Playboy: Is it foolish to spend your money for the benefit of mankind?

Hunt: People who have wealth should use it wisely, in a way that will do society the most good. They should be careful that in making supposedly charitable gifts their money will not be used to destroy or impair the American system and promote atheism.
Let's next consider Hunt's views on politics:

Playboy: How would you label yourself politically?

Hunt: I am a registered Democrat who often votes Republican.

Playboy: What would you call yourself--a middle-of-the-roader? A conservative?

Hunt: A constructive.

Playboy: What's that?

Hunt: A constructive is simply someone who is trying to do the best that can be done in public affairs and elsewhere.

Playboy: You really don't consider yourself a conservative? Most people do.

Hunt: Not a particle. The word "conservative" puts a weight around the necks of the liberty side.

Playboy: What do you mean by liberty?

Hunt: Freedom for the individual to do whatever he likes consistent with organized society and good taste. Now about the word "conservative"--I think it's an unfortunate word. It denotes mossback, reactionary and old-fogyism.

Later, Hunt goes on at length how he was a strong supporter of Gen. Douglas MacArthur for president and how disappointing it was when Gen. Dwight Eisenhower became president. Hunt claimed Eisenhower was in the mold of Harry Truman and F.D.R.--the latter of whom Hunt condemned for taking the U.S. into World War II after promising not to involve the country in the conflict during his 1940 presidential campaign:

Playboy: In view of the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor, do you think Roosevelt can be taken to task for violating a pledge to the mothers of America?

Hunt: This is a big subject that would require much more time than we have to discuss it.
Yes, that's certainly evasive, and just one of many examples peppering the article. I had a growing suspicion that Hunt harbored no objections to the fascist regimes in Germany, Italy and Japan for the simple reason that they weren't Communist. Let's move on to the Civil Rights movement:

Hunt: Many Negro teachers prefer to teach in Negro schools, and many Negro students prefer to attend Negro schools.

Playboy: Nationwide demonstrations to integrate schools would seem to indicate that the majority feel otherwise. How do you feel about demonstrations?

Hunt: Demonstrations are not the proper way to enact laws. They should not be incited by agitators seeking power and votes.

Playboy: Don't you think Negroes should have the vote?

Hunt: I favor suffrage for all 21 years and older.

Playboy: Even for illiterates?

Hunt: Yes. No one was barred in the mythical country Alpaca. [Note: Alpaca is a political utopian novel Hunt published in 1960]

Playboy: Do you regard Martin Luther King as an "agitator seeking power and votes"?

Hunt: I share J. Edgar Hoover's opinion of him.

Playboy: Are you saying that you agree with Hoover that King is "the biggest liar in the United States"?

Hunt: I cannot detect that King has any regard for the truth, religion, sincerity, peace, morality or the best interest of the Negro people.
I cannot help but think the late Mr. Hunt would feel right at home in today's political environment, expounding upon the dangers of socialism (the fall of the Soviet Union and capitalism-takeover of the People's Republic of China would not so much as give him pause) while excoriating Black Lives Matter and other demonstration movements as wholly inappropriate. As the saying goes, history doesn't repeat itself but it certainly rhymes.

H.L. Hunt interview, Playboy August 1966

Other thoughts: Have you heard of steam-engine time? That refers to the phenomenon of multiple inventors around the world, with no connection, independently invented a version the steam-engine at roughly the same time. The reasons for this are complex, but essentially coming down to technology and culture reaching the point where inventing such a thing is not only physically possible but there's also a societal demand for it that makes such a thing almost inevitable. With that in mind, I have to wonder if 1966 is Japanese motorbike time judging from the ads in this issue. Granted, there are only two, from Honda and Suzuki, but they're stylish and splashy enough to make these small and relatively inexpensive imported motorcycles appealing, trendy transportation options for the Playboy reader. The Japanese motorcycle craze may have started in earnest with the Beach Boys' "Little Honda" two years earlier, but these ads reframe them as a legitimate option for adults, albeit with different approaches. Honda's ad features five different photographs of a wedding with the bride and groom departing on a red Honda. I mean, is there anything more suggestive of "this is grown-up business, not kids' stuff?" The Suzuki ad, on the other hand, features a single photo of a groovy dude in dark shades straddling his cycle with three different women draped over him. The ad is shot voyeuristically through out-of-focus tree leaves in the foreground, suggesting that this guy pulled over to chat with one of the ladies and the other two were so attracted to him and his bike that they swooped in. Rather than the "this motorcycle is for adults" message of the Honda ad, Suzuki goes for the "this motorcycle is for players" messaging. Interestingly enough, neither ad uses the word motorcycle in its copy.

"The Death of God" is an opinion piece by Reverend William Hamilton (1924-2013) billed as a "Christian atheist." For background, he and co-author Thomas Altizer published Radical Theology and the Death of God nine months prior. That, coupled with the Time magazine article "Is God dead?" later in the year sparked outrage and furor that I still see occasional references to, even if those are largely disconnected from the 1966 source of the whole "God is dead" concept. The 1960s really were a crucible from new thinking and radical ideas that challenged the status quo. Many reacted with outright hostility. Like the Civil Rights movement, a lot of had been fomenting for decades prior but erupted into the public consciousness and refused to cede ground in the mid-1960s. We certainly live in tumultuous times in the 2020s but despite ongoing tensions and strife nothing quite matches the absolute sea change in societal attitudes and norms as what went down in the 1960s:

I am a Christian theologian by profession: I have recently been involved in the death-of-God fuss, and I am, as well, committed to the death of God as a theological and human event.

It is hard to know just exactly why the furor started last fall. I had been defending the death of God, off and on for years, on C.B.S. television programs, coast to coast, as the saying goes. But this was in the decent obscurity of the Sunday-morning cultural ghetto, and no one really listens to the words people say on television anyhow. What matters is if you are sincere, like Hugh Downs. A book or two came out in 1963, and in 1964 and 1965 a few articles began to appear indicating a common interest in doing Christianity without God. Ther or four of us seemed to be working similar lines, and critics--both fearful and interested--began to call us a movement, and we looked around and decided that perhaps they were right. This was the first decisive alteration in Protestant theology to take place since the communications explosion of the early Fifties, and no one was prepared for the rapidity of information passing when the snowball really started to pick up momentum.
Not that I'm an expert by any measure, but suffice to say theology, as a discipline, has evolved a bit since 1966. But Hamilton was as significant thought leader in his time and shows that religion or theology or whatever you want to call it has never been monolithic. His influence still carries on to this day.

Knight n Squire ad from August 1966 Playboy
The British Invasion began in earnest in early 1964 with the arrival of Beatlemania in the U.S. and by the end of the year ushered in a parade of hits by the Rolling Stones, the Hollies, the Zombies and (my personal favorite) the Kinks. One might have assumed the fervor surrounding the Beatles would've subsided by 1966, but it hadn't. In August 1966 (the same month as this Playboy issue, the band put out Revolver, which was more overtly steeped with counterculture, Eastern influences and other elements foreign to the U.S. mainstream. But their mop-top image persisted to a degree and retailers such as Las Vegas-based Knight 'n Squire capitalized on this with ad "Authentic Look-Alike Beatle MOD" and a checklist of slacks, shirts and turtlenecks guaranteed to make the wearer a hip member of the Mod scene. Is it any wonder that the Kinks would release the satirical "Dedicated Follower of Fashion" that same year? I think not.

This issue we also get "On the Secret Service of His Majesty the Queen" by Sol Weinstein, the conclusion of another James Bond parody. I have to report that I find this installment as unfunny as my previous encounters with agent Oy Oy Seven. I'll just accept the fact that I'm not the target audience and move on. But before we go, here's a glimpse of Bond seducing a flight attendant... er, stewardess on a commercial Air India flight:

With the unruffled efficiency of a trained servant of the air, she stripped Bond's Levi Strauss one-piece sky-diver jump suit from his lithe, hard body and allowed a bronze, muscular arm to draw her head against his chest.

"My name is Israel, O solicitious daughter of the Ganges," he said through cyanotic lips.

"Indira," she breathed. "Indira."

"Look baby," he snapped. "I know where. I've done this before."

"No, Mr. Bond--Indira--it's my name."
Two gems from the "Playboy After Hours" column I must share. First up, a musical observation:

Atop the hit parade in Jackson, Mississippi, as we go to press, is an inspiration ballad entitled Jesus Is God's Atomic Bomb.
Folks, I am not making this up. This was a for-true gospel song recorded by the Swan Silvertone Singers released in 1947. Why it achieved popularity in Jackson nearly two decades later is anyone's guess. Listen to it yourself:

The other item of note has to do with TV's Batman series, which burst upon the scene in 1966 to become a full-fledged cultural phenomenon:

Like many of television's Top Ten shows, Batman seems destined to become an international hit when it goes into syndication overseas, dutifully dubbed with a dozen tongues. The elemental language of "BIF!" "BAM!" "POW!" is probably universal, but we suspect that the series may lose something in translation--though perhaps in name only. In Germany, for example, the caped crusader would strike terror in the hearts of criminals everywhere as the redoubtable Fledermaus-Mensch. Somewhat more mellifluously, he would be known to French fans as the debonair Chauve-souris-Homme, to Italian high-camp followers as the picaresque Pipistrello-Uomo and to Chinese viewers as the sage Bien-fu-jen. However, in Lithuania--predictably enough--he'd be almost unpronounceably named Shikshnosparnis-Zhmogus. But our super-hero's mouth-filling moniker on Polish TV would be the musical challenge of the lot: Nietoperz-Czlowick. Let's see Neal Hefti, composer of The Batman Theme, put that to music.
Finally, as a kid growing up in the 70s and early 80s, pretty much every second pair of pants I wore were corduroy. Seriously, they were ubiquitous. Then, suddenly, they were gone. I haven't seen a pair in decades, much less worn any. The interwebs assure me that corduroy is having a comeback moment in 2024, but I have not seen it. If cords are indeed the trendy new thing, maybe this guy can step up and help newcomers get hip to the concept of wale-count. Remember, folks, the "W" is silent.

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Monday, July 15, 2024

Projectile politics

An assassin tried to kill Donald Trump, the Republican presidential candidate, during a rally in Pennsylvania on Saturday, July 13. Trump suvived the attempt. Bystanders in the crowd were not so fortunate. Almost immediately, conspiracy theories and gallows humor spread like wildfire, aided, perhaps, by this being the first assassination attempt on a U.S. presidential candidate to take place during the internet era and broadcast live. I make no claim to being a great political mind, although I do have opinions and am not shy about sharing them. That's not what I want to discuss today. Instead, I'm offering a list of names and invite the reader to ponder what they share in common:

  • Richard Lawrence
  • John Wilkes Booth
  • Charles J. Guiteau
  • Leon Czolgosz
  • John Schrank
  • Carl Weiss
  • Lee Harvey Oswald
  • James Earl Ray
  • Sirhan Sirhan
  • John Hinkley Jr.
  • Thomas Matthew Crooks
The answer? Regardless of motivation or intent, none of these people are remembered as heroes.

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Friday, July 12, 2024

Friday Night Videos

Friday Night Videos

I've seen complaints that modern music is too vulgar, that it's offensive and too many artists confuse crudeness for creativity. Shamefacedly, I realize I've contributed to the problem plenty of times in the past with my Friday Night Videos feature. I am sorry. So very, deeply sorry for any offense I may have caused. To make it up to everyone, today I'm sharing the sophisticated classical musical stylings of perhaps the greatest composer ever to live, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Here is his heartfelt vocal composition, "Leck mir den Arsch," as performed by the amazingly talented Johanna von der Deken, Yu Horiuchi and Hyung-ki Joo.

Previously on Friday Night Videos... R.E.M..

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Thursday, July 11, 2024

The Acolyte episode 7: Choice

The Acolyte episode 7, Jedi battle Brendok witches
The Acolyte is a new series streaming on Disney+. It is set in the Star Wars universe and occurs 100 years before the fall of the Jedi and subsequent rise of the Empire.

What happened: Flashback to 16 years prior. The Jedi, under Indara's leadership, are investigating the planet Brendok. A century earlier, a survey charted it as a barren, lifeless rock. This raised questions as it was now teeming with complex life. The Jedi suspected a Force vergence, which is a kind of nexus of concentrated Force that could've given rise to life. Indara's padawan, Torbin, is cranky and bored and wants to return to Coruscant. Sol is a cocky know-it-all and wookie Kelnacca is inscruitable because there are no captions when he speaks. While surveying an uncharted region, Sol happens upon Osha and Mae. He follows them back to the Witch's fortress, which is an abandoned mining base, and is alarmed at the Force Witches training them for combat. He rushes back to Indara, certain the girls are being abused at best, prepped for human sacrifice at worst. Indara reluctantly agrees to check out the situation. Once at the Witches' fortress, Indara wants to go in alone--all four Jedi marching in there would be seen as a threat--but Sol argues it's too dangerous otherwise. Mae completes the ascension ceremony but the Jedi interrupt before Osha can. The Witches react as badly as Indara feared. Mother Aniseya enters Torbin's mind, learns how badly he wants to return to Coruscant, and uses that to get him to submit to her control. This alarms the Jedi but the stalemate is diffused with an agreement to let the Jedi test Mae and Osha for Force sensitivity. It turns out the Jedi (apart from Sol) have little interest in this but it was a gambit to buy time to wait for instructions from the Jedi Council. Mae fails the test on purpose, but as Indara and Sol ask her questions the ambiguous answers she gives seem to confirm Sol's fears the girls are being prepared as human sacrifices. Osha, on the other hand, passes the tests easily after Sol coaches and prods her extensively. Torbin takes blood samples and the girls' M-count (midi-chlorians make a return appearance!) is not only exceptionally high, it's identical in a way that's impossible even in identical twins. The girls are literally one person in two bodies. Sol and Indara suspect the Witches somehow used the Force vergence to create the girls. The Jedi Council's guidance then arrives and is quite ambiguous: Stop bothering the locals and leave them be. This doesn't sit well with Torbin, who sees the twins as proof of the Force vergence and his ticket back to Coruscant. Perhaps still experiencing aftereffects of Mother Aniseya's mind control, Torbin jumps on a speederbike and rushes off to abduct the girls. Sol ostensibly gives chase but when he finally catches up with Torbin at the fortress, he decides kidnapping it a pretty good strategy. He and Torbin scale the fortress' walls and confont Mother Aniseya and Koril. The Witches are pissed the Jedi are back as uninvited guests. Insults and threats are exchanged and when Mother Aniseya suddenly turns into smoke, Sol stabs her with his lightsaber, killing her dead. As she lays dying, Aniseya tells Sol that she had decided to let Osha join the Jedi, which does not reflect well on Sol's conduct. Koril is understandably enraged, attacking the Jedi. Indara flies the Jedi ship close to the fortress and sends Kelnacca to help Sol and Torbin. The Witches, acting as a group in another chamber, promptly mind-control Kelnacca and the wookie Jedi beats the ever-loving tar out of Sol and Torbin. They're only saved by the timely arrival of Indara, who places her hand over Kelnacca and uses the Force to breaks the mind-control, apparently (?) killing the entire coven in the process. Elsewhere, Mae, angered that Osha plans to leave, locks her in her room then attempts to burn Osha's beloved journal. Mae fumbles the lamp, however, dropping it and setting the whole damn place on fire. Mae runs for help only to discover the Jedi have pretty much wiped out the coven. She flees and enecounters the escaped Osha on a bridge as the entire fortress is collapsing around them. The bridge buckles but Sol arrives and used the Force to keep it from falling. Realizing it is too heavy for him, he lets Mae fall to her apparent death while rescuing Osha. Back on the ship, with Osha unconscious, Indara is not happy to say the least, but she puts the kibosh on Sol's plan to turn himself in to the Jedi High Council. Indara points out that he committed every crime out of the belief Osha needed him and deserved to become a Jedi, and that if he were imprisoned, or defrocked, or whatever happens to naughty Jedi, Osha would be completely abandoned. She's older than children the Jedi usually take in, so nobody would accept her as a padawan. Indara dictates their story will be that the coven perished in the fire Mae started, and the group reluctantly agrees just as Osha wakes up and asks about her family.

Disturbances in the Force: Well, we finally got the much anticipated second flashback episode. It was... adequate. Honestly, it fell far short of Rashomon, but I suppose that was inevitable. In Kurosawa's film, the viewer is shown multiple viewpoints of the same incident, and each perspective is different--sometimes contradictally so. In this episode, nothing is shown that contradicts what was shown in the episode 3 flashback--instead, it shares scenes that were intentionally withheld from that episode. Whereas the previous flashback is predominantly from the perspective of the Witches, this time out it's primarily from that of the Jedi. As a basic fill-in-the-blanks narrative it works, but its not terribly sophisticated. What I'd have preferred were two very different takes on the flashback, sharing the same events but mutually exclusive in the way they were perceived, with the audience left to determine which take to believe (or, really, which moments from each were likely true and which were distorted by inherent bias). But that may well have been too arthouse for Disney+. Instead, we learn that Sol is impulsively self-righteous, absolutely convinced that the conclusions he leaps to are absolutely correct and justify repeated insubordination without though of consequences. We learn Torbin is a whiny, impuslive, homesick brat. In retrospect, I'm glad he drank the poison. We learn Indara is a wise and powerful Jedi master who tried her damnedist to avoid conflict and failed only when everyone conspired against her. And Kelnacca... well, we don't learn much about the wookie other than he's a kickass fighter, even when mind controlled. The episode title, "Choices," is a little too on-the-nose, as a cascade of bad choices (mostly by Sol) brought about this shitshow on Brendok. Even they had the best of intentions, and Indara makes every effort to diffuse the situation, there's no way around the fact that the Jedi fucked up big time and many lives were lost. As has been pointed out elsewhere online, in Revenge of the Sith there was no law against actually being Sith. And presumably during the High Republic, there's no laws against being Force Witches. Jedi religious prejudices came into play, and anyone that views or manipulates the Force differently than the Jedi are automatically suspect, and very probably evil. I actually like the way The Acolyte handles this, as it goes unspoken yet is not entirely subtle and makes an effective point against sectarian strife that has plagued humanity for millennia.

Unfortunately, while the episode is tense and has engagingn action, it has its dumb moments. At almost any point the carnage could've been avoided if the characters simply talked to each other rather than posturing. The Witches remain a cipher, powerful equals to the Jedi one moment and then easiy defeated the next. My big question from episode 3 remains unanswered: How the hell does a STONE fortress--a mining outpost at that--catch fire and rapidly burn from a simple dropped lamp? Notre Dame Cathedral didn't burn as fast and that entire thing was made of wood! Indara defeating the entire coven seems more like a plot contrivance than plausible, as does the death of the coven (although I remain unclear of Koril's fate). The deeper purpose of Mae and Osha's existence remains murky, as does the ascension ritual and the goals of the coven, actually. I'm not confident we'll ever get any answers on that front.

One thing I suspect going forward is that Osha and Mae will switch places. This flashback is essentially Sol's confession to Mae, which she won't like but will provide understanding and closure of sorts for her. On the other hand, Osha learning that Sol needlessly killed her beloved Mother Aniseya and then lied about it for the past 16 years is not going to improve her already shaky relationship with the Jedi. She's more than halfway been seduced to the Dark Side by Qimir already. And speaking of Qimir, I'm not sure we'll get much in the way of an origin for him in episode 8. At this point there are too many dangling plot threads for everything to be tied up neatly in the one remaining episode. Which means the answers I'm looking for won't be coming forth unless The Acolyte is picked up for a second season. At the rate they're going, Mae and Osha may be the only characters who survive to see another eight episodes--I would not bet on Sol making it out of the finale alive, and Qimir better not get complacent, either.

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Monday, July 08, 2024

The Acolyte episode 6: Teach/Corrupt

The Acolyte is a new series streaming on Disney+. It is set in the Star Wars universe and occurs 100 years before the fall of the Jedi and subsequent rise of the Empire.

What happened: Osha awakens in a cave on an unknown planet. Cautiously, she follows Qimir down to a rocky seashore where he strips naked and bathes in a sheltered lagoon. In the distance, across a narrow channel, is a spaceship on a rocky island. Osha grabs his lightsaber and he returns to shore as they exchange banter. Qimir wants Osha to willingly become his new apprentice. Osha threatens to kill him, but won't, because he is unarmed. Qimir mocks her for still following the Jedi code. Back in the cave, he explains his armor is made out of Cortosis, a rare metal useful in a fight against lightsabers. He explains the helmet also doubles as a senory deprivation device, allowing the wearer to be better attuned to the force so the senses don't betray them. Osha says she'll never fall to the Dark Side of the Force but nevertheless puts on the helmet. Back on Khofar, Sol and Mae-disguised-as-Osha take off only to discover their ship is all kinds of glitchy and can't jump to hyperspace. Sol tries to get off a distress signal but it is garbled (the signal is received on Coruscant, and Vernestra, while worried about a Senate inquiry, gathers a rescue team and immediately takes off). Mae almost stabs Sol in the back before Sol tasks her with repairing the ship as Mae is a meknek. Bazil, the alien badger/bloodhound, knows Mae is an imposter but rather than warn Sol, he reactivates the remains of Osha's palm droid Pip who squirts ink at Mae before getting reset to factory settings. Mae, pretending to be Osha, bitches to Sol about how bad he treated her as a padawan before Sol, tired of her shit, stuns her and ties her down. When she awakens, he says he thought for years about what he would say to her so she's damn well going to listen. Sol jumps to hyperspace just as Vernestra arrives. She and her party find allteh dead Jedi on the planet and realize they're dealing with a fallen Jedi... or worse.

Disturbances in the Force: After the intensity of the previous episode, this one reverts to a slow burn which would be fine except that nothing happens. This episode is slow and everything that happens is so slowly drawn out to fill the runtime that I kept checking my watch to see how much longer was left. With Sol and Mae, there was a kind of does-he-know-or-doesn't-he vibe going on that was pretty pointless. Sol kept giving Mae tech assignments she wasn't capable of managing yet somehow bluffed her way through even as Sol wallowed in regret for all the lives lost on Khofar. That tedium could've been nipped in the bud had Bazil just gone straight to Sol and told him Mae was posing as Osha, but instead he decides on some Home Alone-esque pratfall boobytraps that annoy Mae but accomplish little else. I've yet to figure out the relevance of Verenstra's subplot beyond documenting the various ass-kickings the Jedi are receiving. The Qimir/Osha doalogue/negotiations are the most compelling element in this episode but even those are drawn out. To a degree they are evocative of Yoda's sandbagging of Luke early on Dagobah, but only slightly. Mostly the exchange consists of Osha following Qimir around, saying, "I'll never be your Dark Side apprentice!" and Qimir responding, "Fine. Go then. The ship's over there. Keys are in the ignition." Yes Osha refuses the easy out, continuting to bluster and posture while getting fitted for a black Sith suit and red lightsaber.

The interwebs inform me that Cortosis is a metal previously only seen in the Expanded Universe novels. It is very rare and has the unique property of absorbing the energy of lightsabers, thereby short circuiting them for a brief period. This isn't made terribly clear in the show. I'm guessing it'll have a greater role in the narrative come episode 8, but might just be a throwaway reference to get fans of the Expanded Universe excited. I dunno. On Khofar, Verenstra's team determines the battle was found against someone very powerful in the Force, but erratic, unfocused. That, coupled with Qimir's behavior with Osha is further indication that he's not Sith but rather mostly self-trained. Once the Jedi suss out his tricks and surprises I suspect he'd be toast. He dropped hints that he's a former padawan, but this show continues to refuse to give straight answers even when logic dictates that's what should happen. Once again, we're on the verge of finding out whatever it was that Sol did that was so terrible when the scene fades to black. That's not a cliffhanger. That's not drama. That's shitty writing, hiding the truth from the viewers through contrivance. Look, I get that reset episodes exist for a reason but this one contained about 10 minutes worth of plot that was stretched out over 40 minutes. When you're working with the kind of budgets they have for the Star Wars TV series, maybe devote a little more of that budget toward adding substance to these reset episodes because the audience and characters deserve better.

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Friday, July 05, 2024

Friday Night Videos

Friday Night Videos

I remember very clearly hearing R.E.M.'s first hit single, "The One I Love," my senior year of high school. I wasn't that impressed. Yes, it was a decent enough song and I didn't dislike it, but nothing about it moved me to further investigate this R.E.M. band I'd that I'd heard was quite popular among college audiences. In the ensuing years I've become a fan of the band, and Document, which spawned "The One I Love," has some absolute gems on it that I think far surpass this particular song. But even though it's not my favorite of the group's, whenever I hear it I can't help but smile. Funny how that works, isn't it?

Previously on Friday Night Videos... Kinky Friedman.

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Tuesday, July 02, 2024

Reading Playboy for the articles: October 1965

Playboy October 1965
My wife, Lisa, has acquired a large collection of vintage Playboy magazines. I'm flipping through those issues that catch my attention and offering my thoughts on the non-photographic content that filled its pages. You know, the articles.

Highlights: I have completely accepted the fact by now that the featured interview is invariably the highlight of each issue. If the interview is wanting, then the issue is sub-par. That's just physics, people. I don't make the rules. If you have a problem with that, take it up with Isaac Newton. So, with that out of the way, this month's interview is a humdinger: Madalyn Murray. She wasn't Madalyn Murray O'Hare yet, mind you. To be honest, I had no idea she was such a public figure in 1965. Growing up, I'd always assumed she was more a product of the 1970s. Full disclosure here: I've never much liked her. Part of that comes from growing up Catholic, and to say Murray and the Catholic Church didn't get along is the understatement of the century. But as I grew older, I realized I agreed with her on many issues and that she served a useful purpose in U.S. society. That didn't result in my liking her more than I had previously. Every time I heard her speak, she came across to me as a narcissistic asshole... and that was before I learned she was a holocaust denier. Her abduction and murder was absolutely bizarre and I'd never wish that on anybody, but I find it more than surreal that with all the death threats she received over the years her eventual murder had nothing whatsoever to do with her atheistic views.

This interview is anything but boring. In fact, it's exhausting. She fires off half a dozen answers to a question and skips on to a third topic before the interviewer has framed the second question. She's supremely self-confident, arrognat even, but knows how to tell a story. The interview is at times infuriating, harrowing and alarming--particularly when she describes police brutality that echoes modern incidents. The following doesn't get into that, but was a pretty controversial view at the time. It's less so now but there are plenty of folks who'd like to change that.

Playboy: What is the proper remale role, in your opinion?

Murray: Well, as a militant feminist, I believe in complete equality with men: intellectual, professional, economic, social and sexual: they're all equally essential, and they're all equally lacking in American society today.

Playboy: According to many sociologists, American women have never enjoyed greater freedom and equality, sexually and otherwise, than they do today.

Murray: Let's distinguish between freedom and equality. The modern American woman may be more liberated sexually than her mother was, but I don't think she enjoys a bit more sexual equality. The American male continues to use her sexually for one thing: a means to the end of his own ejaculation. It doesn't seem to occur to him that she might be a worth-while enin in herself, or to see to it that she has a proper sexual release. And, to him, sex appeal is directly proportional to the immensity of a woman's tits. I'm not saying all American men are this way, but nine out of ten are breast-fixated, wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am cretins who just don't give a damn about anyone's gratification but their own.

If you're talking about intellectual and social equality for women, we're not muchbetter off. We're just beginning to break the ice. America is still very much a male-dominated society. Most American men feel threatened sexually unless they're taller than the female, more intellectual, better educated, better paid and higher placed statusiwse in the business world. They got to be the authority, the final word. They say they're looking for a girl just like the girl who married dear old dad, but what they really want, and usually get, is an empty-headed little chick who's very young and very physical--and very submissive. Well, I just can't see either a man or a woman in a dependency position, because from that sort of relationship flows a feeling of superiority on one side and inferiority on the other, and that's a form of slow poison. As I see it, men wouldn't want somebody inferior to them unless they felt inadequate themselves. They're intimidated by a mature woman.

Playboy: Like yourself?

Murray: Yes, as a matter of fact. I think I actually frighten men. I think I scare the hell out of them time after time. It's going to take a pretty big man to tame this shrew. I need somebody who can at least stand up to me and slug it out, toe to toe. I don't mean a physical battle> I mean a man who would lay me, and when he was done, I'd say: "Oh, brother, I'd been laid."
I once interviewed author Harlan Ellison and afterward described the experience as tossing out a question and then hanging on for dear life. Reading Murray's interview wasn't exactly the same, but it did give me some flashbacks. And having read the entire interview, I still don't like her very much although I must confess a degree of respect.

Madalyn Murray interview, Playboy October 1965

Plastic Man and the Spirit from October 1965 issue of Playboy
Other thoughts: Given my history as a fan and one-time aspirant to write comics, there is exactly zero chance that Jules Feiffer's article "The Great Comic-Book Heroes" wouldn't pique my interest. Relegated and lowbrow kid stuff for ages, seeing piece on comics in the grown-up, oh-so-stylish-and sophisticated pages of Playboy came as a shock, I can assure you.

Perhaps by expectations were too high, but I came away from this piece underwhelmed. Nobody is going to confuse this article with Scott McCloud's Understanding Comics. Beggars can't be choosers, I suppose. What we get is an abridged history of comic books and super-heroes, related through Feiffer's nostalgia for the form. He begins with a list of now-obscure newspaper strips before moving on to more familiar titles, such as "Flash Gordon," "Terry and the Pirates" and "Prince Valiant." Reaching the era of actual comic books, we learn he's a fan of Batman. Although Superman initially gets more ink, Feiffer always comes back to Batman. The golden age greats are dutifully name checked: Captain America, Sub-Mariner, the Flash, the Spectre, etc. Captain Marvel's brief reign as the most popular of super-heroes only to be undone by relentless lawsuits by DC is touched on, and other comics outliers of the era, such as Plastic Man and the Spirit. The most interesting aspect of the piece is his throwing cold water on the idea that the super-heroes' young sidekicks lured kid readers in as a kind of wish-fulfillment fantasy:

Though I may have pirated the super-heroes, I never went near their boy companions. If the theory behind Robin the Boy Wonder, Roy the Superboy, The Sandman's Sandy, The Shield's Rusty, The Human Torch's Toro, The Green Arrow's Speedy, and Captain America's Bucky was to give young readers a character with whom to identify, if failed dismally in my case. The super grownups were the ones I identified with. They were versions of me in the future. There was still time to prepare. But Robin the Boy Wonder was my own age. One need only look at him to see he could fight better, swing from a rope better, play ball better, eat better andlive better; for while I lived in the east Bronx, Robin lived in a mansion, and while I was trying, somehow, to please my mother and getting it all wrong, Robin was rescuing Batman and getting the gold medals. He didn't even have to live with his mother.
I mean, when Feiffer writes about comics, you have to pay attention. He was probably the most widely read editorial cartoonist in the U.S. at one point, and won a Pulitzer in 1986. But ultimately, despite his obvious depth of knowledge, this piece is merely nostalgic rather than insightful. That's a pity, but maybe the world wasn't ready to think of comics as a legitimate art form in 1965.

I've mentioned before how big a deal James Bond was in this era. The movies were a huge cultural event and Ian Fleming serialized new Bond novels in Playboy before they reached bookstore shelves. There is not a new James Bond story in this issue. Rather, we get the fiction parody Loxfinger by Sol Weinstein. I can't say I'm a fan. A quick check of The Google tells me that Weinstein wrote several parody novels featuring Israel Bond, secret agent for the fledgling state of Israel. The Google tells me these were well-received at the time. I dunno--to me it just comes off as ham-fisted and a bit cringe:

In that service he was known as Oy Oy Seven, a status which gave him license to kill. Not only was an Oy Oy holder licensed to kill, but he was also empowered to hold a memorial service over the victim. Bond thought of M, the head of the Secret Service, the only person to home he had ever given his total love and trust: M, who had bestowed the Oy Oy rank upon him. But now, Bond reflected as he gazed into the menacing O of the Olivetti, the sallow-complexioned, wiry Levantine type in the bellhop's uniform who held it had that license to kill. And he would use it.

From a corner of a glazed eye, Bond caught the girl's face. No longe was it the sweetly obedient face of the lissome Priental Bond had picked up a few hours ago. Its lips were now curled into a contemptuous sneer.

Of course! She was part of the cabal. He'd been had/ As if she'd overheard his rueful thought, she responded with an insolent, "How big swinger rike his rittle Oriental praymate now?" And she spat into his face.
Maybe it'd read funnier had I grown up in the northeast and had more direct exposure and interaction with Jewish culture, but I doubt it. Austin Powers, it ain't. Heck, it's not even Spy Hard.

Sol Weinstein's Loxfinger from October 1965 issue of Playboy

A big appeal of these old back issues are the fashion and style elements of the time. "Duplex Digs: A Baronial Bilevel for a Busy Bachelor" in Arizona is a prime example of this. From the groovy tulip table to the floating "Brady Bunch" staircase to the sunken conversation pit to the amazing stonework walls, this mod space had pretty much everything going for it. Alas, we can be certain that if the entire building hasn't been demolished, the entire space was "updated" in the 1980s with plain white walls and popcorn ceilings--and they likely topped off these sins by painting the stonework. The only flaw I find in the brief writeup is that the amazing custom fireplace only gets a passing mention. That thing is wow!

Mid century modern bachelor pad from October 1965 issue of Playboy

I found this cartoon by Gahan Wilson funny as heck. I recognized his style and have seen his work all my life. A quick check of his bio shows that apart from regularly publishing illustrations in Playboy, National Lampoon, Collier's and The New Yorker he was also a contributor to The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction (which I was a subscriber to for many years, so I've likely got some of his work boxed up somewhere). He also sold a story of Harlan Ellison for Again, Dangerous Visions and designed the bust of H.P. Lovecraft originally used for the World Fantasy Award until 2015. He died in 2019. It seems we moved in some of the same circles, albeit a couple generations apart.

Vampire sprinkling salt on the neck of his next victim by Gahan Wilson in October 1965 issue of Playboy

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Friday, June 28, 2024

Friday Night Videos

Friday Night Videos

Kinky Friedman died yesterday. Born out of the 1970s Outlaw Country/Cosmic Cowboy scene, the man forged his own path through life and was invariably provocative while doing so. Whenever he came upon a sacred cow he'd have a barbecue and invite his friend over to party. He even ran for governor a while back, which I remember with mixed feelings. To say he was a unique human being would be a gross understatment, and his music, while never a staple on commercial radio, isn't likely to be forgotten. Case in point: one of his signature songs, "They Ain't Making Jews Like Jesus Anymore."

Previously on Friday Night Videos... Crowded House.

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