Walk up to any academic and ask them whether they think Scott Kaufman or Natalie Portman has the better the CV, and I guarantee they'd answer that I do sight unseen. They'd be wrong. Granted, I've never shot babies in the head with lasers, but you do what you can to see your name in print.*
*Not that I wouldn't shoot babies in the head with lasers if it'd get my name in print, mind you.
Yeah, she's a smartie. She's also one of the few people with an Erdos-Bacon number.
Posted by: Matt F | Monday, 25 June 2007 at 02:29 PM
But which one of you two would look better performing a lap dance for Clive Owen, eh? Come on Scott, don’t be shy.
Posted by: Adam Roberts | Monday, 25 June 2007 at 03:22 PM
Portman, Adam, and it ain't even close.
Posted by: SEK | Monday, 25 June 2007 at 03:25 PM
Don't even get me started.
Being a vegetarian, star wars loving, cognitive scientist in training, I am not afraid to admit that Natalie Portman is on occasion featured in my dreams.
I can imagine that if I shoot enough babies with lasers, we might someday travel in the same circles, but in reality she'll probably remain on that list of people who have a lot in common with me and who are both wildly more successful than myself and virtually impossible to realistically befriend.
Posted by: J.S. Nelson | Monday, 25 June 2007 at 05:22 PM
She claims to be a fan of Roland Barthes, which may be true, but I'll never forget how she compared Dubois' veiled existence/second sight thesis to _celebrity_.
Dubois:
[T]he Negro is a sort of seventh son, born with a veil, and gifted with second-sight in this American world,—a world which yields him no true self-consciousness, but only lets him see himself through the revelation of the other world. It is a peculiar sensation, this double-consciousness, this sense of always looking at one’s self through the eyes of others, of measuring one’s soul by the tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt and pity. One ever feels his two-ness,—an American, a Negro; two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings; two warring ideals in one dark body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder."
Portman: "Oh my God! I'm not black, but I know what it feels like!"
So you got the upper hand, dude.
http://www.nat-portman.net/article/10
I recall there being some young CRT law student who wrote a letter to the editor of Allure, pretty much a diatribe takedown of young Natalie. I think she probably has a mixture of pride and shame at making Natalie Portman cry.
Posted by: Belle Lettre | Tuesday, 26 June 2007 at 01:16 AM