Word: hobnobbing
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...presence of twelve big-name athletes sent Rotonda citizenry into autograph apoplexy, and an unofficial school holiday allowed swarms of children to join the athlete hunt. Commercial sponsors flew in a small army of star-struck clients and customers to hobnob with the captive athletes at a poolside cocktail party. With the arrival of Howard Cosell, the stage was finally fully populated for a genuine pseudo event...
Born in England, raised in Seattle, Lieberson settled in New York to write music, hobnob with composers like Ives and Henry Cowell and write irreverent music criticism for the now defunct magazine Modern Music. After signing on with Columbia Masterworks in 1939 as second in command, he made one of his first projects the first recording of Pierrot Lunaire with the composer Arnold Schoenberg conducting. It was something that only an ex-composer would have fought for. The album bombed financially on 78 r.p.m., but finally made back the investment when transferred to LP a decade later...
Died. Tsougouharu Foujita, 81, Japanese-born painter who settled in France; of cancer; in Zurich. An eccentric off canvas as well as on, Foujita reached Paris in 1913 in purple morning coat and pith helmet, went on to hobnob with the brilliant and the bizarre in the Montmartre of the '20s. He painted cats by the thousands and almost as many catlike women, achieving the first real fusion of Oriental brushwork and Western oils. He topped off his career in 1966 with a set of giant frescoes for a specially built chapel near Rheims, hoping cheerfully to "atone...
...faced, big-limbed, silent nitwits" encountered in the English grammars that he mastered before Russian, "now drift with a slow-motioned slouch across the remotest backdrop of my memory." On the Nord-Express, "I saw a city, with its toylike trams, linden trees and brick walls, enter the compartment, hobnob with the mirrors, and fill to the brim the windows on the corridor side." A telephone number rises from the welter of years: "What would happen if I put in a long-distance call from my desk right now? No answer? No such number? No such country?" Highest Rank...
...violently theatrical; bathed in stagelight, they proffer biting vignettes of the modern world. Each character is an island: giant kew-pie-doll children with pasty faces, strolling tradesmen stolidly strutting with their canes, spreading ladies slickly fitted into a colorful armor of corsets. Lindner's pictorial poseurs hobnob in a funhouse atmosphere where floors that seem to slant up actually slide down and ripple-mirrors reflect limbs as if swollen with elephantiasis...