There was a run on earthquake insurance and bottled water. People kept their kids home from school. Even though scientists doubted the psychic's credibility, the whole town was nervous.
If you never heard of the 1990 New Madrid quake, don't feel bad. It never happened. But the story did give Sittenfeld a major plotline for the book she had recently started writing, now finished and published and called Sisterland.
The result was Skidoo (1968), a leaden comedy about a mafia hit man (Jackie Gleason) who goes into prison to ice someone but accidentally ingests some LSD courtesy of his hip, young cell mate (Austin Pendleton). Pendleton, who went on to become an ensemble member at Steppenwolf Theatre Company, spoke recently with Gloria Bowman of Home Projectionist about the experience of costarring in an LSD comedy with Gleason, Carol Channing, Frankie Avalon, Mickey Rooney, George Raft, and Groucho Marx. Harry Nilsson wrote the score, and the cast also included Batman villains Cesar Romero (the Joker), Frank Gorshin (the Riddler), and Burgess Meredith (the Penguin). Of course, Preminger had clocked hours on that show too as the icy Mr. Freeze. But that's a subject for another trip.
The greatest gift you can ever receive as a musician/songwriter is to hear a song of your own creation in a dream and then remember it after you wake up. It's like a winning lottery ticket that, having circled forever on an endless breeze, suddenly flutters down and sticks directly to your face. The phenomenon is, for lack of a better word, miraculous.
What people think of as fish fall into three main categories. The natural groups are the cartilaginous fishes, the sharks and rays; the lobe-fin fishes are the lungfish and the coelacanth. And then the ray-fin fishes, which is what everyone thinks about other than sharks. In order to say what is a fish you have to basically either include things like mammals, birds, amphibians, or you have to make some sort of distinction somewhere. You can do like, vertebrate that lives in water, but then you got whales and other things.
From an evolutionary standpoint, the fish is probably best thought of as including us and anything that crawled up on land. But it's complicated. I'm more closely related to a lionfish or a cichlid or rainbow fish or a trout than a trout is to a shark. We shared a more recent common ancestor with a trout than a trout did with a shark. A shark is like a second cousin once removed from a trout, and we're like brothers or something.
It's not obvious what [bioluminescence] is for. In some groups it is, like the anglerfish: they're obviously primarily using it to attract prey. All the animals are attracted to the light. They're also probably using it for attracting mates. The male's a little tiny parasite, and will hunt out the female and actually attach—some species permanently, some semipermanently—and her blood will start passing through the male. On the ones that permanently attach, the [males] lose their brains; they lose most of their nerves. And the females can have eight or nine of these attached.
Now the restaurant is closed (as is the Mount Greenwood location; I can't find any information on the one in California) and a new outpost of Al's Italian Beef is moving into the space. I'll admit to not knowing the exact definition of irony (though at least I'm in good company), but I think this may be it.
Bauer and Gradus are sober in their approach, but their movie isn't a work of puritanical outrage. (At no point do they imply a call for tougher censorship of mainstream media.) Rather, they present this glut of unhealthy images as an upsetting given and suggest that women should be more vigilant about recognizing them as bullshit.