Wednesday, November 23, 2005

The George Plimpton Project

My friend Toby is channeling a considerable amount of his manly vigor and caloric intake to getting a statue of George Plimpton propped up somewhere in Manhattan (Plimpton is entirely deserving, of course). He's also put together a nice little FLASH INTENSIVE site (my CHRIST, is it flash intensive) inviting idiots like you to post thoughts and comments about the man hisself.

He, of course, was the founder of the Paris Review, and lost thirty yards for the Detroit Lions, pitched to Willy Mays, and won second place at the Apollo Theater amateur night ("Tea for Two". Piano.) and he shilled for off-brand home gaming consoles and TV dinners that need not be refrigerated (remember that? "Top Shelf" I think it was called.) He also had an accent that doesn't exist anymore and a Beavis-like passion for fireworks. He lived like few of us do, with curiosity and perverse optimism. So a statue is the least we can do.



Blogger Crackpot Press said...

I thought it was Dick Cavett was the Top Shelf Pitchman....

11:48 AM  
Blogger Greg Mills said...

You may be right. Forget the statue thing, then.

12:20 PM  

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