I’m Losing Friends, I’m Losing Face

Midsummer 2021

If I’m unable to finish a book I ought to at least prove I keep reading.

What better brain food for a Sunday morning, then, than a sociological take on just what’s going on with folks refusing Continue reading

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I Hate People When They’re Not Polite

Talk to the Hand: The Utter Bloody Rudeness
of Everyday Life
Lynn Truss

I think Lynn Truss might be one of those people who instantly understands what’s wrong in this story:

A little more than a year ago I attended a compulsory ‘training’ session organized by the firm for which I then worked. Thinking people will recognize these as Continue reading

The World’s a Stage

The Presentation of Self in Everyday Life
Erving Goffman

I seem, unwittingly, to have taken the summer off. But the reading never stops and so it’s time to turn to the backlog.

Goffman_selfThe reading lists of my undergraduate years were filled with primary sources. That meant no textbooks but lots of things with famous and no-so-famous titles such as Suicide, The Protestant Ethic and the Spirit of Capitalism and Obedience to Authority. Essentially these were the founding works of social science and their 20th century acolytes.

Among this august group of scholars is Erving Goffman, a gent with a Continue reading

Food Again

My friend Vivian, a very accomplished and talented cook, once agreed with the statement that more than loving to cook she loved to eat. Since I’m the guy who made the observation I obviously concur. But if you read my post about James McWilliams and the, for lack of a better term, politics of food you know I have serious reservations about the whole foodie thing.

Now comes a funny little piece in the May issue of The Atlantic in  which Megan McArdle looks at what’s going on with high-end kitchenware. Let me be fair, this is first person reportage not scholarship. Among the reported facts are Continue reading

Trope or Reflection?

Running behind, as usual, and so Nancy Franklin’s August review of the new Laura Linney show, The Big C, just crossed my path. I think it’s time to face the fact that I’d rather read Nancy Franklin about television than actually spend time to watch television.

What caught my eye, though, was this little bit about the main character’s decision Continue reading