Monday, July 02, 2007
Gold!
What does an editor do when he's tied up in class and has no time to blog? Turn things over to Clark? Well, yeah, but he's on vacation. The mind drifts back to mutual friends of Monz and the EIC who, filled with boundless enthusiasm, would shout the chorus of Spandau Ballet's penultimate hit song "Gold," but personalized. "You are GOLD Mark Monz!" This leads the mind to All That Glitters, one of those mysterious Norman Lear creations that came on late at night, even after "Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman." On this show, the women played the macho breadwinners and the men played the meek sex objects. It only lasted a season and there's few traces of the show left: it's not even on YouTube.
Monz' light summer lunch glitters and glides: footlong veggie delight from The Place.
What does an editor do when he's tied up in class and has no time to blog? Turn things over to Clark? Well, yeah, but he's on vacation. The mind drifts back to mutual friends of Monz and the EIC who, filled with boundless enthusiasm, would shout the chorus of Spandau Ballet's penultimate hit song "Gold," but personalized. "You are GOLD Mark Monz!" This leads the mind to All That Glitters, one of those mysterious Norman Lear creations that came on late at night, even after "Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman." On this show, the women played the macho breadwinners and the men played the meek sex objects. It only lasted a season and there's few traces of the show left: it's not even on YouTube.
Monz' light summer lunch glitters and glides: footlong veggie delight from The Place.
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