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It's got everything an archetypal New Yorker piece should have: it's conceptual, tangentially about what it isn't really about, and detachedly bemused by current cultural phenomena, as though a genteel, monocled gentleman had been asleep in a cave for a century or so and, upon waking, lurched out cheerfully to write about this "I say, what a curious turn of affairs" world around him.

And it's about having the same name as O.D.B.

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cleotyne
Dec. 28th, 2007 08:19 am (UTC)
That's hilarious.

"That's Russell Jones. That's the O.D.B."

"You know, from the hippity-hop! The Russell Jones! I wonder what the Russell Jones is up to tonight."

andieflynn
Dec. 28th, 2007 12:30 pm (UTC)
>“I think the O.D.B. did something.” During these years, O.D.B. seemingly couldn’t finish a day without getting arrested and thrown in jail.

Snerk! "The O.D.B." Wot wot, old chap!
roseyv
Dec. 28th, 2007 06:26 pm (UTC)
Okay, totally off-topic, but sort of funny. My niece's name is Bridget. When my nephew, who is three years younger, was first learning to make words, like most babies he had a hard time grasping the, well, entirely correct pronunciations of certain things. For instance, his name for "Bambi," his favorite Disney character, was ... well, the nearest I can approximate it is: "Ngun-gun."

And his name for Bridget was, equally inexplicably, "Dirty." Actually, it wasn't exactly "Dirty," but "Dihr-tee," with a sort of almost lispy soft dental on the "t."

For reasons that are probably understandable, everyone found this hilarious, but tried not to encourage its being adopted as a household nickname, which it wasn't, until my niece hit about the age of twelve or thirteen, and became (God help us all) a cheerleader. For real. And for reasons slightly less understandable, her father began to take great delight in calling her "Dihr-tee." And of course, hearing this, so did her friends.

So that eventually, when she was on the field during a game, my BIL would sometimes start up a little chatter in the stands. "Dirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-tee," he would call. "DIIIRRRRRRRRRRRTEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Which would then get picked up by the crowd, none of whom knew what it was about, but who just found it funny.

Believe it or not pretty much everyone (including my niece) finds this relatively harmless and actually quite hysterical. Especially when used in the sort of quick, casual, "hey, Dirty? Where's your mom?"

It's utterly weird, but there you have it. Maybe if she reads this story, she'll go from merely amusedly tolerant of it to outright flattered.
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