Max Boyce: Live At Treorchy...Again (BBC One Wales, Tuesday, 9pm) YOU couldn't get more Welsh than Max Boyce if you carpeted your house with turf from Stradey Park while watching endless looped screenings of Grand Slam, eating cawl and shouting "over by there!" apropos of
nothing every 30 seconds.
At some point in the film, the announcer-possessed of a tooth-rattling basso profundo usually reserved for more elevated art forms such as NFL highlight reels--proclaimed, apropos of
nothing, that "Chicago ain't no sissy town!" He was, if memory serves, quoting an alderman of some other species of criminal native to the Windy City.
In the Cat Fight, on this month's cover of Emerging Infectious Diseases, bellicose cats, frozen in time, apropos of
nothing, engage the spectator through pity and terror.
However, as actress Marla Gibbs pointed out on a television documentary about censorship, apropos of
African-Americans, it wasn't that Amos 'n' Andy was necessarily a bad representation of blacks so much as it was the only one.
He appreciates the subtleties of the sport, the serenity of the river." (Apropos of
rivers, wouldn't Israel rank as one of the world's poorer countries for fly-fishing?.)
the "girl in bed," he has said, "She's just a completely passive isolated watcher or spectator....
[Sinus mucoceles: Diagnostic and surgical aspects (apropos of
8 cases treated with rhino-surgical endoscopy)].
Danese's bust of Bembo, and his poem, the Teseide (unpublished in Biblioteca Apostolica Vaticana, cc.
Going for scabrous comedy, he falls flat, as when he clumsily undertook the eminently reasonable idea of giving Manet's Olympia a race reversal, or when, apropos of
nothing, he named his 1964 takeoff on David's portrait of Napoleon in the National Gallery The Greatest Homosexual.
Erotica, for a depressing but engrossing account of the latter.) And, apropos of
the Bush twins, it pushed to have every state in this sweet land of liberty raise its drinking age to 21.
STRANGE," Crumb writes, apropos of
nothing, and even a lovely study of potted plants has an incongruous groan of a caption: "Ohh Mercy." A paradigmatic Crumb image shows the artist himself lugging comically huge rocks into a heap, for no clear reason outside psychic truth: "I gotta pile up these rocks!" he says, sweating heavily, the cartoonist as Sisyphus.