Famoudou Don Moye, drummer and percussionist for the Art Ensemble of Chicago, turns 70 today. What better way to celebrate than with a little funk from the group’s 1985 album The Third Decade?

Funky AECO

From his bio over at allaboutjazz.com:

“His recordings have won him the praise of critics at such esteemed publications as Rolling Stone, Down Beat, Melody Maker, The New York Times, Audio Magazine and Stereo Review. He was the winner of the Downbeat International Critics Poll in 1977, 1978 and 1982, and the New York Jazz Poll in 1979 and 1980. He received performance grants from the National Endowment for the Arts in both 1974 and 1981. He lives in Chicago, with his wife, Gloria, and their son, Bongo.”

Many happy returns, Mr. Moye.

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Big news here at helveticka world headquarters: a MacGyver revival is in development. The setup from CBS Studios is almost as over-the-top as the original:

“A reimagining of the television series of the same name, following a 20-something MacGyver as he gets recruited into a clandestine organization where he uses his knack for solving problems in unconventional ways to help prevent disasters from happening.”

As the great aphorist Stephen King once said, “Sooner or later, everything old is new again.” Except, of course, for CK, who’s gonna have a pretty full plate if this thing gets green-lighted.

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“There are no two ways about it,” wrote John C. Abell in a 2011 article over at Wired. “E-books are here to stay.” Sure, they were “fundamentally flawed,” but that didn’t stop him from poking fun at the “ambiguous tactile argument” from some “late-to-never adopters.”

At the time, I thought Abell was full of it. Reading between the lines, he seemed to be predicting the demise of print. On the one hand, he acknowledged that “books are legacy items that may never go away”; on the other, he wrote that they “have been forever marginalized as a niche medium.”

Well…it looks like we’ve already hit peak digital. The publishing industry “suffered a bad attack of technodazzle,” writes Simon Jenkins. “It failed to distinguish between newness and value.”

Tech isn’t always the answer, it seems—particularly when there was never a question in the first place.

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I know what you’re thinking: that I’m about to take these poor folks to the woodshed for hyphenating a compound formed by an adverb ending in ly plus a participle (“publicly-traded”).

But you couldn’t be more wrong.

No, I’m taking them to the woodshed for hyphenating a compound formed by an adverb ending in ly plus a participle (“publicly-traded”) while ON THE SAME FRICKIN’ BILLBOARD not hyphenating another compound formed by an adverb ending in ly plus a participle (“locally owned”).

“Consistency,” wrote Oscar Wilde, “is the last refuge of the unimaginative.” Perhaps. But it ought to be the first refuge of the proofreader.

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… nah, I love quilting. I grew up quilting and sewing and surrounded by beautiful quilts and fabrics. I also grew up around a lot of ugly quilts and ugly fabrics. I acknowledge that we each have our own tastes, but brown country quilts are just not my thing. These are.

Melt my heart, ladies. Ya’ll just made my Friday.

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So the missus and I went on a date last Saturday morning. (Actually, it wasn’t really a “date,” since we’re far too old for such nonsense.) Anyway, we parked our butts in the super-comfy recliners at Regal Northtown Mall Stadium 12 and watched the Metropolitan Opera’s live HD broadcast of Strauss’s Elektra.

Director Patrice Chéreau’s austere staging added nuance to the story; soprano Nina Stemme owned the title role; under conductor Esa-Pekka Salonen, the Met orchestra never sounded better.

Interested in catching the next broadcast? Next season’s HD Live schedule has already been set. And no, not all operas are expressionist takes on early-20th-century Freudian psychology with a side of blood sacrifice and a lust for vengeance. Sometimes there’s illicit sex, too.

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April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.

from The Waste Land, by T. S. Eliot (1922)

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Premier and premiere are, respectively, the masculine and feminine forms of the word for “first” in French. But is there a difference in English? Glad you asked.

Only premier is used as an adjective:

Aaron is the premier chess player at helveticka world headquarters, due in no small part to his gigantic intellect.

It can also be a noun:

Philippe Couillard, Premier of Quebec, signed into law a bill mandating the consumption of poutine and maple syrup during all Canadian high holidays.

But then, premiere is also a noun…

The premiere of CK’s one-man show, “Chewelah Chewbacca: My Struggle with Hypertrichosis,” promises to be the must-see production of the season.

…except when it’s a verb:

Shirlee will premiere her bold line of camouflage business casual attire later this spring.

So:

adjective = premier
noun = premier/premiere
verb = premiere

Or, to wrap it all up in a tidy little sentence:

Premier Couillard premiered Shirlee’s premier clothing line at the premiere of CK’s one-man show.

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