You Can't Take It With You
I think my third article was accepted today. This one is on Gilligan's Island Economics. I will, of course, post a link to this blog when the piece goes up. [update]
Meanwhile, Nathalie's work year has begun and we transition back into the pattern of last winter and spring: Here's your coffee dear; don't be late; I'll take care of that; kiss, kiss; have a good day at work, love; see you later ... oh my but this place is a mess! The floor is filthy -- I'd better vacuum ...
And I will, honest. But first I check email and find that Tom Ender has written a review of the 1938 Frank Capra film, You Can't Take It With You.
I've added it to my Netflix queue. I've only ever seen the play. On TV, starring Jason Robards. Watched it several times, because my mom had it on VHS. It sounds like it's a very different plot. The play takes place in the neighborhood I grew up in: Claremont Avenue, by Columbia University. The conflict is that the youngest woman in Grandpa's house wants to marry the son of a rich industrialist. The son wants to play jazz, if I remember properly, but is trying not to piss off his dad. The families are meeting for the first time, and all does not go well.
Just the other day I was describing the play to someone as a libertarian story in all but name. It's not merely individualist -- in that ideologically inconsistent way that much of the political Left can be -- it's anarchic: Grandpa refuses to pay taxes!
Meanwhile, Nathalie's work year has begun and we transition back into the pattern of last winter and spring: Here's your coffee dear; don't be late; I'll take care of that; kiss, kiss; have a good day at work, love; see you later ... oh my but this place is a mess! The floor is filthy -- I'd better vacuum ...
And I will, honest. But first I check email and find that Tom Ender has written a review of the 1938 Frank Capra film, You Can't Take It With You.
I've added it to my Netflix queue. I've only ever seen the play. On TV, starring Jason Robards. Watched it several times, because my mom had it on VHS. It sounds like it's a very different plot. The play takes place in the neighborhood I grew up in: Claremont Avenue, by Columbia University. The conflict is that the youngest woman in Grandpa's house wants to marry the son of a rich industrialist. The son wants to play jazz, if I remember properly, but is trying not to piss off his dad. The families are meeting for the first time, and all does not go well.
Just the other day I was describing the play to someone as a libertarian story in all but name. It's not merely individualist -- in that ideologically inconsistent way that much of the political Left can be -- it's anarchic: Grandpa refuses to pay taxes!
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