Studio 360 still wants your collective nouns. The show has ten modern types of people for you to collectivize — from DJs to indie filmmakers. Here are a few of the favorites thus far:
- A Duchamp of conceptual artists – Carole Cropley from Olympia, Washington
- A quibble of critics – Barbara Belknap from Minnetonka, Minnesota
- A racket of DJs – David Kyler from Saint Simons Island, Georgia
- A monocle of hipsters – Jonathan Kulik from Santa Monica, California
- An illusion of indie filmmakers – Barbara
- A khaki of IT guys – Jonathan
- A pretense of operagoers – David
- A vengeance of Trekkies – Barbara
- A vision of venture capitalists – Carole
- A contortion of yoga instructors – Jonathan
Submit yours here:
Today’s top item in Book News: In a clear victory for the villainous Dr. Diaper, Captain Underpants —Dav Pilkey’s series about a heartless school principal who when hypnotized becomes a kindly superhero dressed only in a cape and a pair of underpants — topped the American Library Association’s annual list of most-challenged books for the second year in a row.
The full list — maybe the only place you’ll see Captain Underpants listed together with Toni Morrison’s masterpiece The Bluest Eye and E.L. James’ erotic novel Fifty Shades of Grey — is here:
1. Captain Underpants (series) by Dav Pilkey
2. The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison
3. The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie
4. Fifty Shades of Grey by E.L. James
5. The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins
6. A Bad Boy Can Be Good for A Girl by Tanya Lee Stone
7. Looking for Alaska by John Green
8. The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
9. Bless Me Ultima by Rudolfo Anaya
10. Bone (series) by Jeff Smith
The buzz began months ago, when the key independent booksellers who received early galleys started talking it up on social media and recommending it to their colleagues.
Book people doing book stuff is always the best kind of news.
As many are noting, it’s nice and warm out today. There’s something about the warm that makes me want to get on the best dancing clothes (not a dress for “the club” or anything, just things I can MOVE in) and squeeze my way into 80s night at Billy’s in Grand Rapids with Sasha. We’d snake our way up to the bar and get cheap, lukewarm Miller High Lifes to grip onto while we’d ask DJ Hustlah to play “Kiss Off” by the Violent Femmes. By the time he’d play it we’d be almost spent and sweaty from whipping our hair and arms around to George Michael and Prince songs.
But we’d find each other when this song came on, and make room for ourselves on the dance floor and scream the lyrics into each other’s faces when it gets to the climax of the song.
Here’s one example of the utter wrongness of something I tend to be automatically sure of: Everything in my own immediate experience supports my deep belief that I am the absolute center of the universe, the realest, most vivid and important person in existence. We rarely talk about this sort of natural, basic self-centeredness, because it’s so socially repulsive, but it’s pretty much the same for all of us, deep down. It is our default-setting, hard-wired into our boards at birth. Think about it: There is no experience you’ve had that you were not at the absolute center of. The world as you experience it is right there in front of you, or behind you, to the left or right of you, on your TV, or your monitor, or whatever. Other people’s thoughts and feelings have to be communicated to you somehow, but your own are so immediate, urgent, real — you get the idea. But please don’t worry that I’m getting ready to preach to you about compassion or other-directedness or the so-called “virtues.” This is not a matter of virtue — it’s a matter of my choosing to do the work of somehow altering or getting free of my natural, hard-wired default-setting, which is to be deeply and literally self-centered, and to see and interpret everything through this lens of self.
Andrew posted this today, and it’s a truly wonderful read and a wonderful reminder about who we are.