Nose kiss by Zeka.
The Century of the Self, 2002, Adam Curtis (Tv Mini-Series)
Edward Bernays on the industry he created.
btw, I highly recommend finding the time to watch Adam Curtis’ The Century of the Self.
Well worth checking out.
Hello gorgeous Zeka. Oh, and this is from Eva’s photo Tumblr.
The idea that one should only buy what one can read and no more is so silly it makes me fall over just thinking about it.
This 1970s paperback has been kicking around my collection since high school. I probably bought it after viewing “Monty Python and the Holy Grail,” one of the first movies I was allowed to see in a theater without adult accompaniment.
Needless to say, Malory is not really as entertaining. I’m with Dennis the Constitutional Peasant: “Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government.”
This edition has a useful glossary. For example, the questing beast “has the head of a serpent, the body of a leopard, the buttocks of a lion, and the feet of a hart. From its belly issues the sound of thirty pairs of yapping hounds. It is never brought to earth.”
I fondly remember the National Public Radio’s of the 1980s, especially “All Things Considered,” because it kept me awake on so many long automobile trips in the wilds of Maryland, Pennsylvania and upstate New York. I must have bought this book after hearing a commentary on the show from Ian Shoales, a member of Duck’s Breath Mystery Theater. I’m not entirely sure that it was clear to me at first that he was the fictional creation of Merle Kessler. After a blast of cynical commentary, his trademark sign-off was “I gotta go.” In later years, Kessler has written articles, performed on KQED radio, local theater on the West Coast, kept a blog, and even done some recent podcasting. I can’t say that this Reagan-Cold War-era book has aged all that well. So much in our culture, world and society was about to change. A lot of the references seem stale or frozen in time. What might have seemed edgy then has been rendered mild in this age of “The Daily Show,” Sean Hannity and The Onion. It is a window on a forgotten era.
The corporate man: Ted Turner, Rupert Murdoch, Howard Hughes, Lee Iacocca, Blake Carrington, Donald Trump, the iron god of Ayn Rand, the distinguished air, the silver hair. He’s the man in search of excellence. He’s the man who takes his pleasure where he finds it. He’s got 200 blue suits, he’s the man with the cellular phone…
…The strong hand quivers, but the Swiss watch ticks on. The stride may falter, but the Italian shoes will last forever. The deposed king lives out the post-corporate blues: adviser to Presidents, a brainstorm in a think tank, the financial expert on the evening news, the well-placed source. He’s a double-dipping golden parachute, hefting his irons on the links.
And finally the burst vessel. The terse paragraph in The Times. Ashes in a silver urn. There are the remains: the dust of a lonely man, who gave his life for power, then power passed him by. I gotta go.
