Back in 1978 or so I wrote a college term paper about the increasing level of despair apparent in Frank Capra’s movies, through It’s a Wonderful Life. I revised it a bit for this Web site in 1995 or so, taking into account the film’s rise to holiday classic status in the intervening years. It’s sort of gratifying to see many of my same points made in the New York Times, though without the film history elements. At least I don’t feel quite so lonely in my crankdom: New York Times’ It’s a Wonderful Life My It’s a Wonderful Life
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A quest for the authentic is likely to turn up nothing so real as the hunger that inspired it.
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Signs and sights from Pulaski Road. This mosaic sign is one of the best. I’ve never seen another one like it.
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It’s best not to confuse actual moral authority with lording it over your kids.
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A selection of mostly handmade signage from San Diego.
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Implementing a solution doesn’t mean you’ve solved the problem.
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“She keeps that blank face the whole time she’s talking.”
Continue readingMatchstick Musical Instruments That Sound Great
Check out the amazing video clips at http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=w2VNdDV6Vzo.
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Any amount of complaining can be made tolerable to others if the complaints are kept interesting.
Continue readingBook Review: Follies of Europe – Architectural Extravaganzas
Follies of Europe: Architectural Extravaganzas, by Nic Barlow, Caroline Holmes and Tim Knox. Garden Art Press, 256 pages, 286 color illustrations, 2008. ISBN 1-87067-356-5 In the United States, writing on the environments of self-taught artists tends to place them within the outsider art context or, sometimes, within a specifically American tradition of individual expression. Follies of Europe demonstrates a very different way of looking at these sites. Not only is their individualistic exuberance not distinctly American, but they belong to a tradition of highly personal outdoor extravaganzas going back at least to the 17th Century. Indeed, the book opens with
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