*For more information about my book, check out: kimmiland
Monthly Archives: July 2008
Last night, I enjoyed the fantastical song stylings of Austinite and whimsicologist Southpaw Jones at his CD release concert. At first, I wasn’t sure what to make of his oddly honest humor, but then I heard his song “Manminism” (it’s hard to explain) and I was smitten. He wields sharp wit, word-play, a guitar, and harmonica all with equal generosity and humor — his Texas-sized heart shines through all his songs. If you have $15 and a desire for some quirky music, I recommend bringing Cruelty into your life.
Here’s “Everyman” (album track #7) as performed last night. (Lyrics and a bonus song behind the cut!)
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all
Brooklyn Beckham, Kal-el Cage, Pilot Inspektor Lee, Apple and Moses Martin. Hollywood sure has given us some absurd names in the past few years. Apparently, normal folks have followed suit and are now much more likely to give their child an “unconventional” (read: insane) name.
But a New Zealand judge is trying to put the kabosh on the trend. Today he ruled that a 9-year-old girl, who’s lived for 9 years as Talulah Does the Hula From Hawaii and has been so embarrassed about it that she goes by “K,” must be renamed. “The court is profoundly concerned about the very poor judgment which this child’s parents have shown in choosing this name,” Judge Rob Murfitt said. “It makes a fool of the child and sets her up with a social disability and handicap, unnecessarily.” Evidently, New Zealand has also struck down the names Fish and Chips, Yeah Detroit, and Sex Fruit.
Now if only someone could help out Kyd Duchovny.
I just watched this, slack-jawed in awe, over at Racialicious and had to repost it here. Thank you, Jay Smooth, for some sharp intelligence laid down in three short minutes!
Beauty in a Wicked World is a weekly column by Jennifer Gandin Le. It appears on Wednesdays.
I got an email this morning from a person named Curple Turnle. I kid you not. Here is what, in part, it said:
your style is overwrought and sophomoric and the content of your articles is self indulgent pap and you are incapable of writing more than a paragraph about any given issue be it large or small without delving into the nauseatingly insignificant details of your worthless life
After a quick recovery (those who know me well know that I struggle with the fact that my writing voice naturally turns towards the personal), I started thinking about what would motivate someone to write such an email. What is Curple’s life like? Clearly he’s smart and well-educated; he’s got a killer vocabulary. What motivated him to write such a coarse and damning evaluation of my writing? I get that not everyone likes my style. I get that some people may find my writing naive or plain old wrong. But what motivates someone to declare another’s life “worthless?”