tête-à-tête or rumpus room

In the early 1950s, avid gamer (backgammon and bingo) and fashion designer Bettie Murrie, recognising that the poodle skirt was “a conversation circle” thought to marry her interests, as Messy Nessy Chic shares, with a line of parlour game apparel for the fairer-sex. What a bizarre and potentially uncomfortable and trying way to be the centre of attention, surrounded by handsy players and patiently waiting out the rounds. The dresses had specialised patterns for different game boards and pockets to hold the dice and game pieces. It is unclear if plans to tailors skirts for all “intellectual levels”—from checkers to chess—were ever realised.

closing thought

I wasn’t aware, until consulting our faithful chronicler Doctor Caligari, that the US staple news programme Nightline whose format has been copied the world over had its premiere in November 1979, and was begun under quite different auspices.
At first, it was not presented and packaged as a feature segment to examine different topics more in depth, but rather it aired as a special broadcast, anchored by the network’s State Department correspondent Ted Koppel, to recap the day’s events regarding the Iranian hostage crisis—and to compete with rival late night talk- and variety-shows for viewership. By the time the hostages were released 444 days later, Nightline was firmly entrenched as an evening’s alternative to monologues, soliloquies and celebrity guests.

moog indigo

French electronic music pioneer of the mid- to late-60s and avid early-adopter of the synthesizer Jean-Jacques Perrey passed away in Lausanne late last week.
An aspiring physician in the 1930s, Perrey immediately rethought his vocational-calling after his first encounter with an electronic keyboard and embarked on a literal studio career, experimenting with remixing and splicing techniques. Many of us might recognise Perrey’s “Baroque Hoedown” as the rather arresting theme for Disney resorts’ Main Street Electrical Parades but there are dozens of others in his discography that might ignite memories. It’s well worth the research to get a sample of some of this well sampled repertoire.

umami or hot-pot

Bringing to mind the idiom stewing in one’s own juices, apparently it is the done thing in Japan at the moment to bathe in a scented preparation that wafts of the broth of ramen noodles. Coming in a wide variety of flavours, as My Modern Met informs, easing into such a steaming cauldron makes me think of hapless explorers with pith helmets lured into the clutches of cannibals.  Would you be able to properly unwind smelling of dinner, dispensing with the more traditional bath-time fragrances?

revue, redux

Via the always marvelous Everlasting Blört, we are given to a bit of nostalgia with a retrospective look at this quite interminable campaign season through the lens of some of the best political cartoons and memes that documented the entire bizarre and self-mocking careening career of the 2016 election.
Of course we are not nostalgic over wanting to relive or particularly revisit any part of it—rather I think it’s coming to terms with the fact that this ideological war does not end once the votes are counted, even if there are no disputed precincts and there’s no ties. Neither party could claim a victory, much less a mandate, and I fear the division will only continue and no reconciliation is forthcoming. What do you think? What sort of coda is going to be pinned on what already seems like the longest, most contested election in history?