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Polos for Dummies

I don’t clothes shop very often, but once in a while I’ll check the Old Navy to see what they’ve got. I always head directly for the 50% Off racks, of course. What did I find? Lots of shirts in bright, traffic safety cone orange. Old Navy has a longstanding, strange attraction to orange clothing, a color that only looks good on dark-skinned blacks. I also saw racks of striped cotton polos in odd shades of brown, yellow, orange (again!) and blue. It looked like my wardrobe from 1982. The shirts have been silk screened or embroidered with kitsch imagery from that period: wild horses, sunsets, birds, sporty numbers and inscrutable words. One might think that Old Navy has an insiduous plan to turn America into a nation of Junior High chess geeks, but I can kind of see what they were going after. For kids in their 20s, this is the visual equivalent of comfort food. They wear it with irony, but secretly cherish the goofiness of stuff they couldn’t properly appreciate as infants.

P.S. I didn’t leave Old Navy empty handed that day, having purchased a comfy bright yellow tee with blue accent stitching (very Greg Brady) and one of those darn cotton polos: a plain powder blue number with flying birds on the back.

Auntie Meme

Christopher tagged me with a meme. I won’t tag it forward, but here are the results for the date of October 8.

The instructions:

1. Go to Wikipedia.

2. In the search box, type your birth month and day (but not year).

3. List three events that happened on your birthday.

4. List two important birthdays and one interesting death.

5. One holiday or observance (if any).


1. Great Chicago Fire is ignited (1871).

2. Radio show The Adventures of Ozzie and Harriet debuts (1944).

3. Martha Stewart enters prison (2004).


1. Argeninian President, Juan Perón (1895).

2. Christopher’s imaginary boyfriend, Matt Damon (1970).


1. Guy with large signature, John Hancock (1793).

Holiday or Observance

Citrouille (Pumpkin) Day in France.

Razzle Dazzle ‘Em

Tony Award nominations are in. I don’t follow the N.Y. theater world too closely, but around here we love the Tonys. We will likely watch the live broadcast on June 11th, and we will just as likely curse CBS for screwing it up again. I’m aware that they need to attract Joe and Mamie Midwestern who don’t normally get Broadway musicals, but that doesn’t mean the show has to be molded into a dozen other glitzy yet empty awards ceremonies. A few years ago, PBS produced its own broadcasts to showcase the technical awards which CBS deemed too insignificant. These programs never failed to fascinate, profiling the nominees and conveying the hard work and craftsmanship that goes into a major theater production. They were engaging and wonderful, but now they’re gone. Once again it’ll come down to this: another celebrity-studded but not terribly theatrical show will go on, and CBS will wonder why the ratings were so bad the next morning. And so it goes.

Peter Pan Meets The White Stripes

Queasiness to spare in New York Magazine’s cover story on “Grups”, trendy Manhattanites in their 30s, 40s and 50s who still live like indie hipsters in their 20s. I kind of see a little tiny bit of myself in these folks (pushing 40, underemployed and still lunching on ramen soup), but mostly the article’s anecdotes are of the jaw-dropping variety — spending three figures on delapidated blue jeans, women emulating Mary-Kate and Ashley’s homeless lady-chic look, parents forcing trendoid music and baby concert tees onto their children (cripes, I hate when parents try to mold their kids into “mini me” versions of themselves). Try to avoid the photos of them lined up in grids, looking like clones. Do people really like being walking, talking clichés? It’s depressing.

By the way, today marks the tenth anniversary of the purchase of my baby, the beautiful 1927 brick bungalow we live in. I always think of this event as my own true entry into adulthood. Take that, Grups.

Wookies Don’t Let Wookies Drive Drunk

Wow: a 1979 “Friends Don’t Let Friends Drive Drunk” PSA set in the Star Wars cantina. YouTube is turning out to be a goldmine for old music videos and TV commercials I’ve never heard of, much less saw in the first place.

Small Spaces with Panache

This Smallest, Coolest Apartment Contest 2006 site is a neat resource for those living in smaller spaces. Paging through the Western entries and reading the comments, I’m impressed with the style and ingenuity on display (and it’s fun to read the nasty reactions to the few apartments which don’t measure up). Who’da thunk one can get so much mileage off IKEA and repurposed thrift store furniture?

Neat as that site is, now it makes me want to replace certain outdated pieces here at chez scrubbles. I mean, chunky unfinished pine shelving doesn’t go with anyone’s decor — unless you’re a lumberjack. I also desperately want to replace the clumsy old faux-oak computer desk inherited from my parents (I can even remember using it to play on the Commodore 64!).