Let me count the ways...
for places like Mo Pitkin's House of Satisfaction Restaurant, a "Judeo-Latino brasserie."
Don Adams, who played Maxwell Smart in the 1960's sitcom 'Get Smart,' combining clipped, decisive diction with appalling, hilarious ineptitude, died on Sunday at a Los Angeles hospital. He was 82. New York TimesIn my brazilian childhood I watched 'Get Smart' daily, faithfully. It was my favorite show, even though I might have been too young (and in the wrong country) to understand its "satiric jabs at an increasingly questioned status quo". Max was the opposite of 007 and, because of that, more attainable as a hero. And maybe a sign of the personality that was being shaped...
But Smart's charm lay in his utter humanness, the opposite of Bond's preposterous competence. In an interview with The Saturday Evening Post in 1966, Mr. Adams analyzed Smart: "He's not superhuman. But he believes in what he does and he wants to do his best." NYTA scene I will never forget: It takes place between Maxwell Smart and Agent 99. She was captured by Kaos and is hanging up side down. He has just found her and cheerfully says: "Oh, hi 66!"
'Confessions on a Dancefloor' cover artwork revealed.
My favorite Emmy Winners: 'Lost' (best drama) and Blythe Danner in "Huff" (Supporting Actress In A Drama). "Also, this was maybe the worst Emmys ever, both telecast and winners wise. Gothamist is trying to figure out why this year's show sucked so much".
Are you for or against the semicolon? via AS.
"TimesSelect: It’s like they want to fail."
On Thursday night, Mr. Bush wanted to appear casually in charge as he waged his own Battle of New Orleans in Jackson Square. Instead, he looked as if he'd been dropped off by his folks in front of a eerie, blue-hued castle at Disney World. (Must be Sleeping Beauty's Castle, given the somnambulant pace of W.'s response to Katrina.) [Maureen Dowd]
As a Republican leader explained in justifying his vote switch: 'Gay marriage has begun, and life has not changed for the citizens of the commonwealth, with the exception of those who can now marry who could not before.' A Democrat attributed his change of heart to the beneficial effects he saw 'when I looked in the eyes of the children living with these couples.' Gay marriage, it turned out, is good for family values." [The Normality of Gay Marriages]
Gisele Bündchen's latest ad campaign in Brazil for a sandal that bears her name is a beautiful movie that shows her naked body being slowly covered by an evolving tattoo with brazilian motifs.
He thinks he may need a bathroom break? We had no idea he knew those words. Consider the difference they make: “I think Saddam may have bought yellowcake in Niger.” “I think this may be a turning point in the war.” “Brownie, I think you may be doing a heck of a job. (Or maybe not.)”
But no. In all those other cases, he was certain. It’s only about his own bowels he has doubts. Weird." [Gawker]
Ela é carioca, she's a cariocaIncidental: "Celso Fonseca's solo career is better late than never". [The Boston Globe]
Just see the way she walks
Nobody else can be what she is to me
I look and what do I see
When I look deep in her eyes
I can see the sea
A forgoten road
The caressing skies
Dom Pedro I of Brazil, as portrayed by an actor.
And brazilians scream: "We are no clowns. We want the truth".
But Hurricane Katrina also underscores a much larger problem: the growing number of Americans trapped in a never-ending cyclone of poverty. And while it may be too early to apportion blame definitively for the mishandling of the hurricane, even President Bush's own administration acknowledges that America's poverty is worsening on his watch. [Nicholas D. Kristof, New York Times]
It is safe to sleep alone
In a place no one knows
And to seek life under stones
In a place water flows.
It is best to find in sleep
The missing pieces that you lost
Best that you refuse to weep
Ash to ash, dust to dust.
It is strange to sleep alone
In a place no one knows
Strange to shelter under stones
In a place water flows.
It is safe to walk with me
Where you can read the sky and stars,
Safe to walk upon the sea
In my sleep we can go far.
It is safe to sleep alone
In a place no one knows
And to shelter under stones
In a place water flows.
It is strange to sleep alone
In a place no one goes,
Strange to seek life under stones.
In my sleep no one knows.
One of the most enjoyably inane movies of the season, this faux Southern Gothic offers an embarrassment of geek pleasures: Kate Hudson running around in a T-shirt and underwear, a scenery-chewing villain, intimations of unspeakable evil, slamming doors and equally slamming edits and an introductory course in hoodoo, a folk religion born in the South. All this and Gena Rowlands, Peter Sarsgaard and John Hurt, too, a divine troika who look perfectly content to be neck-deep in so much Spanish moss and hooey. [New York Times]