In today’s class I had a returning Fabre, which is French for Smith. We talked
of the importance of Smith, a ubiquitous presence in metallic civs., and of the
oddness of Brown as a surname. During the break a colleague solved that
problem—hair color. Eric the Red, Eric the Brown, Eric the Really Quite Blond.
As good a theory as any.
You might want to try the New York Times on Statesman whiskey. “Hitting the
Big Screen (and the shelves)." Today’s paper. It finishes with the following,
“You need to figure out what is the most authentic brand that people are going
to want to interact with. The brand needs to feel like something the
characters would be proud of. If it feels like a direct line of the media
property, it instantly becomes a different thing.”
Evidently finishing sentence with prepositions is the new hip different thing.
No commas intended.
Earlier in the piece you’ll find the “spirits writer” the NYT consulted on
Statesman say of the tie-in whiskey, “Instead of char and oak, I was getting
ash. Instead of balance and roundness that I’m used to from that brand, it was
just flat.”
Why am I reminded of trying to find food in Disneyland?
I had an overflowing (in terms of numbers) and eager first class. I did not
feel exactly that way, but I held their attention to the last. They left
thanking me, presumably for a moneysworth. When did students start saying,
“Thank you” as they left class? It’s not new, but the evolution has kind of
crept up on me. As evolutions do.
I thought to recommend, "Psmith in the City," but decided to leave that to
later in the semester.
Carry on,
David Ritchie,
Portland,
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