Okay, this is pretty funny, but my high-school had mixed-grade homerooms and when I was eighteen and Simon Rich was fifteen we were both in Mr Young's homeroom and he really wasn't the "sitting silently in the corner" type. I distinctly recall him showing off his juggling moves.
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More Lies From The New Yorker
16 Jul 2007 09:34 am
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Yeah, this is one of those posts that reminds me what I don't typically read this blog. See ya again in another couple of months.
Showing off juggling moves in home room is entirely consistent with sitting in the corner at parties.
Ahh, the incestuous power elite......
More incestuousness: Simon's dad is New York Times columnist Frank Rich.
Mixed-grade homerooms seem like a bad idea.
New England prep schools represent!
"Fifteen:
“Hey, look, that kid is reading ‘Howl,’ by Allen Ginsberg.”
“Wow. He must be some kind of rebel genius.”
“I’m impressed by the fact that he isn’t trying to call attention to himself.”
“Yeah, he’s just sitting silently in the corner, flipping the pages and nodding, with total comprehension.”
“It’s amazing. He’s so absorbed in his book that he isn’t even aware that a party is going on around him, with dancing and fun.”
“Why aren’t any girls going over and talking to him?”
“I guess they’re probably a little intimidated by his brilliance.”
“Well, who wouldn’t be?”
“I’m sure the girls will talk to him soon.”
“It’s only a matter of time.”"
With that said, reading "Howl" in public turned out to be a surprisingly good way to pick up cute alternative girls in the summer between high school and college. Never was lame enough to try it at a party though.
he writes a humor piece for The New Yorker and now he's part of the "power elite"? come on.
This whole post is an argument for why we need a violent revolution in the US. Mao was right, the elites need to be shaken up every now and then lest they become complacent.
juggling skills?
You know, like nunchuck skills, bowhunting skills, computer hacking skills... Girls only want boyfriends who have great skills.
This whole post is an argument for why we need a violent revolution in the US. Mao was right, the elites need to be shaken up every now and then lest they become complacent.
I'd be more concerned with that sort of thing if MY didn't look like the kind of guy who's glued to World of Warcraft on a Friday night.
Simon was also big captain at Camp Winnebago, if you've forgotten that detail, Matt. He was popular and gragarious from the first day I ever knew him.
THE NEW YORKER is easily the most prone to nepotism mag in America, except for all the rest. Still, this is one of the funniest pieces I've seen in the always unfunny Shouts and Murmurs.
The best part, though, are the key words on the side: "Children; Teen-agers; Baseball; Erections; Mothers; Concerts; Popularity." From now on, I'm restricting my reading to only what comes up from a Google Alert on those seven words.
only the coolest people get to be big captain.
The funniest piece you have ever read in Shouts and Murmurs? Not even close. Have you ever read anything by Ian Frazier? Steve Martin's not so funny. Bruce McCall, funny.
What is this nonsense about "I won't read MY anymore because he is an elitist. Maybe you were just being funny,but as far as I am concerned, I read Matt because his pieces are usually intelligent and well considered. I don't always agree, but they are written on a high level.
I guess you should stop reading Paul Krugman because he went to Yale and MIT and teaches at Princeton. Oh, and I also like basketball though I hate the Wizards and Arenas and love the Warriors. And Bill Simmons too though maybe I should stop reading BS because he only went to Holy Cross. Oh wait, so did Clarence Thomas. Good thing CT could rely on his near perfect LSAT's, summa cum laude grades, and good looks to get into Yale Law School. Affirmative action, my foot.
Ah, the Winnebago-Dalton-Harvard-industrial complex.
The problem with most Shouts and Murmur contributions is that they are funny for about 100 words. Even--no especially--the ingenius frazier.
Also, it's weird to stop reading a blog because it's elitist. Many great magazines--The New Yorker, The Nation, Slate--make you accidentally read some crap because the author snuck in via nepotism. But a blog is just one guy's thoughts. No one tricked you into reading it.
(Although I don't read the comments, since I accidentally read some crap by his brother sometimes.)
big captainship is overrated. i've always thought being crescent captain was the surest sign of leadership skills...
I also knew Mr. Rich as a younger person, and I distinctly remember him juggling the giant chip on his shoulder which kept him from talking to the likes of plebian me. But hey, what do I know?
Wait, is this li'l Simon Rich from freshman year Magic of Numbers class? He introduced me to the Shins, i.e., "this song will change your life..."
"Wait, is this li'l Simon Rich from freshman year Magic of Numbers class? He introduced me to the Shins, i.e., "this song will change your life..."
Are you sure you're not confusing yourself with Natalie Portman?
Frank Rich's son? Ah, fuck.
... still, that was a funny piece.
I ran into her once, too-- literally, she was so short. But come to think of it, I think Simon was by far the prettier, more diminutive Jew. 9 months and I never figured out he was Frank Rich's son. I musta been real drunk.
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Ahh, the incestuous power elite......
Posted by Tacitus | July 16, 2007 9:57 AM