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Archive for the 'Maclaine' CategoryCarpe diemMay 1st, 2007 BY DAVID MACLAINE
Posted by: The Editors Not much progressApril 1st, 2007 BY DAVID MACLAINE
Posted by: The Editors An honest manMarch 1st, 2007 BY DAVID MACLAINE Late in the morning of September 26, 1976, I was walking on a quiet New Orleans side street, heading toward the French Quarter from Canal Street. It was my first trip to the city; my wife and I had taken Amtrak down from Chicago and had endured a stretch of perhaps six hours, although it felt like more, starting around the time we had crossed the Mason-Dixon line, during which the heating system on our car had been stuck on high.
Posted by: The Editors True ConfessionNovember 1st, 2006 BY DAVID MACLAINE Okay, I confess it. I’m one of those annoying people who starts coughing when the cigarette smoke drifts over from the cage where the nicotine addicts have been forced to cluster, and am also one of those who says “just water, thanks” and so lets the waiter know that the tab and tip will be smaller than expected. We abstemious types can put a real damper on things, I understand, but what are you going to do?
Posted by: The Editors Golden ageMarch 1st, 2006 BY DAVID MACLAINE One of the most bizarre TV moments of the 1990s was an appearance on Bill Maher’s late-night political talk show Politically Incorrect by comedian Chevy Chase. Chase, who became a household name in the 1970s on Saturday Night Live, left the show early on (a departure unlamented by his colleagues which made possible the launching of replacement Bill Murray’s career) and went on to a film career whose central body of work was the National Lampoon Vacation series. Among his fellow panelists was Steve Bochco, best known as the creator of two long-running police dramas with “blue” in the title. For reasons difficult to understand, Chase used this television appearance to launch a surly attack upon the medium itself. After a while Chase admitted that he didn’t really watch TV, a common affliction of anti-TV zealots, and when reminded of the dimwitted films he had made, defended them as harmless family entertainment. What was intrinsically harmful about television he was unable to make clear, although he acted as though it was a damaging admission on Bochco’s part when he acknowledged that his introduction of occasional partial nudity to NYPD Blue had been worth a couple of ratings points.
Posted by: The Editors Pure pleasureDecember 1st, 2004 BY DAVID MACLAINE I know people for whom Christmas connotes nothing but depression and frustration, their memories only of stress, family quarrels, and disappointment. If I were prone to guilt the bleakness of those memories might make me apologize for my own blissful recollection of Christmases past. As I’m not inclined to apologize for my own good fortune, I tend toward paroxysms of ecstasy just by playing back a list of the most memorable gifts.
Posted by: The Editors Roads to rebellionSeptember 1st, 2003 BY DAVID MACLAINE When I jot down the names of films that move me deeply despite their absence from Greatest Films lists, I can see at a glance what they have in common. Holiday, Auntie Mame, A Thousand Clowns, The Horse’s Mouth, hell, even Harvey and Woodstock and The Rocky Horror Picture Show: all share some version of the theme that non-conformity is the road to bliss.
Posted by: The Editors The artist as a young pigJune 1st, 2003
In just a few days I’ll have finally finished a quest I began forty-five years ago. A package from amazon.com will arrive bearing The Collected Poems of Freddy the Pig, and a couple of hours later I will have finally read every single volume in Walter R. Brooks’ classic children’s series of Freddy books. The majority of the twenty-six titles in the series listed on the back of Freddy and Mr. Camphor, a birthday gift from my grandmother, and the first volume in the series I actually owned, have check marks next to them made by the same ballpoint pen, ticked off within a year of that book’s arrival, when I attempted to tally which volumes in the series I had managed find and read. There are a few more checks added later, in a busy time of tracking down titles, but a few still remain blank: The Collected Poems and a handful of others I have purchased during the last two years. One of them, The Story of Freginald, which arrived a couple of weeks ago, was the very last of the Freddy stories (collected poems are in a different category) that had evaded my attention. The splendid reissue of the series by Overlook Press, which has been proceeding slowly but steadily with several releases each year, is at last on the verge of completion.
Posted by: The Editors Author profileDecember 1st, 2002 David Maclaine is a freelance writer who lives in Portland, Ore. He served two stints as classical music writer for Willamette Week, winning several prizes for his reviews, and also wrote extensively about sports, books, and film. His feature articles have ranged in subject from natural history — in gardens, museums, and zoos — to various “alternative” practices, including nude recreation, bicycle culture, and tribal tattoos. He covered the 1987 U.S. Open Chess Tournament for The Oregonian, and his 1990 feature on tournament croquet was honored as that year’s Outstanding Sports Feature by the United States Croquet Association. Since January of 2003 his column Rembrandts and Reruns has appeared monthly in Black Lamb. Readers may contact him via email: lochbuie@hotmail.com.
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