Good morning folks! Soothe your hangovers with a few links. Undo the Sunday morning guilt with a dose of righteous indignation. Or just have a laugh.
A little graphic genius, care of James Hance. You can purchase the print if you are so inclined:
As the abuse of Pauline Kael reaches a fever pitch (especially heinous now that she's not alive to defend herself), the Self-Styled Siren enters the ring on her behalf (TKO in one round):
Kael took keen interest in her friends’ romances, too, although she had some odd ideas about courtship; Wolcott describes her coming out of Blue Velvet and saying, “It might make a wonderful date movie.” On another occasion, she suggested that he ask out a mutual acquaintance. When Wolcott reminded her that the proposed date was a lesbian, Kael responded, “Oh, that. So what. Aren’t you up for a challenge?"
Back in 2000 Gibson made a movie, The Patriot, about the Revolutionary War. (I think I saw it on an airplane). And when the movie came out, Michael Lind wrote an essay that has stuck with me, pointing out that nobody involved in the picture seemed to know what patriotism means. The Gibson character was presented as a man who refused to get involved until his own family was hurt — then, he went to war for personal revenge. And this was supposed to show his patriotism.
(seriously, check out the article that Krugman links)
For now at least, the Greek referendum that could have been the beginning of the end for the euro has been shelved. The panic that it provoked, however, says something about the tension between democracy and effectiveness that has marked the European project from its outset.