He sleeps with the fishes. Will the E! correspondents who mocked Reese’s fashion sense be next? (via Quiddity)
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My Kicking Fetish
Okay. I’ll confess. Every so often, in a moment of weakness, I’ll jump for something based off of a cover.
EXHIBIT A: The cover of The Bells Are Ringing. This was added to my DVD rental queue because, aside from the strange combination (well, to me anyway) of Judy Holliday and Dean Martin appearing in the same film, who can resist the image of Dean Martin kicking his leg into the air while Judy Holliday is slightly insocuiant about it? I’m telling you. Legs kicking in the air! It’s my downfall.

Yes, I have a kicking fetish.
I should also point out that as a kid, I had an obsession with the Rockettes — in large part because I always associated them with kicking. Which either makes me extremely gay or just plain deviant.
When watching football, I think the punter is the most impressive player. Or at least, I’ve always thought that he does the most work. Because the arm is far more precise, whereas the foot is not. Even if he is a microscopic dot from really bad seating, you’ll always see his leg in the air without binoculars. But a quarterback’s snap? Not always.
My favorite moment during a crime drama was always when they kicked the door in. And the thing that most impresses me about horses is when a horse somehow kicks down a stable door, or when a horse proves to the foolish human trying to tame it that it is the master by whinnying and standing on hind legs.
It’s my firm belief that people should kick more. Or at least realize that their legs are good for a lot more than walking or running.
Leaping, of course, has some acceptance in our society. But kicking? Not so much. It may, in fact, have something of a stigma attached to it. Likely because kicking is considered more of a threatening physical action rather than something which permits excess energy to be happily applied to the leg. In fact, why permit kicking to remain in its default emotional setting? Kicking can be joyful, artistic, and just downright goofy.
The solution here, of course, is to get all happy kickers together in an arena and demonstrate to the world that it’s okay to kick from time to time. There’s no shame in kicking. And yet even sex manual authors sometimes overlook the kick’s possibilities.
Kipen Update
David Kipen, whose The Schreiber Theory has just hit bookstores, sends word that he’ll be hitting numerous California bookstores in February and March. More info on these events can be found at the Melville House site. And an impromptu interview with Kipen can be heard on Show #2 of The Bat Segundo Show.
Time Warner Book Division Sold
Three Hours of Sleep
In lieu of content here today, we direct you to the following places:
- At the LBC site, this week’s it’s Edward Falco week. There’s a podcast interview, as well as the beginnings of a weeklong transcript of beer-fueled discussion with Scott, who quite rightly comes across as more coherent than me.
- And speaking of the LBC, David Milofsky has written an article for the Denver Post. Both Mark and the tireless Dan Wickett get some nice airtime.
- I finished Perlman’s Seven Types of Ambiguity, along with several other books last week. Hope to get to the next 75 Books post soon.
- Even though she lived a long and productive life, I’m still a bit stunned by Betty Friedan’s death, particularly with how metaphorical it is in light of current events, and hopefully I’ll have something coherent to say on the subject later. But in the meantime, check out Bad Feminist. I’m sure more will weigh in throughout the course of the day.
- Tom Baker as disembodied cell phone conduit? WTF? (via Phil)
- You want quirky pairups? The NYTBR may be inept on this score, but the Washington Post has paired George R.R. Martin with Stephen King’s Cell. (via Sarah)
- Brian Sawyer on bookbinding.
- “You don’t even know how to spell Delany, bitch.” The “Rick James, bitch” for speculative fiction fans? You make the call.
- Tayari Jones has posted 175 words of her new book.
- Support Pete.
- David Foster Wallace — is he a cunt?
- The Super Bowl and its commercials? Let me put it to you this way. The cheeseball Patrick Swayze TV movie I had on mute last night while finishing up the podcasts was more enthralling.
- More later.