Neon in daylight is a great pleasure, as Edwin Denby would write, as are light...– Frank O’Hara, A Step Away From Them
what new yorkers like to talk about... →
weird day today. hillary’s campaign headquarters was held hostage, the craigslist killer was indicted, evil knievel died. …and yet all anyone could call/text/im me about was the fact that two editors quit gawker and JL left vimeo on some nebulous-yet-happy terms. i need a vacation.
my friend mac just finished a book on jet packs. →
it comes out in the spring. he drove all over the country trying to be a rocketeer. obscure topic, yes. worth a book? absolutely.
heartless bastards - searching for the ghost.
Again at eight o’clock, when the dark lanes of the Forties were five deep with...– F. Scott F., 1925.
photographs made possible by the new deal.
photographers arnold eagle and david robbins made a decent living chronicling the great depression, ironically. who else wishes we still wore knickerbockers? Boy in Storefront, 1938 Three Boys on a Fence, 1938 Group of Children, 1938
There are plenty of us eager to give ourselves to the arts.” they said,...– Ben Cameron of the Doris Duke Foundation on the future successors of cultural institutions.
Bicycles That Carry Powerful Beats, and Even a... →
things i've learned (part 1087)
steak frites and red wine may make up the world’s most perfect meal. [via nyt]
chet: i hate the internet
chet: or when people try to make the internet a mass medium. in marketing especially there's an impulse to get everybody to see everything. they are used to tv and superbowls...still, amazingly. but they still don't get the point that the internet is about smaller things of much much higher value, and it requires doing lots of little things, not a few big things
i just saw into the wild and i have really mixed...
Jerome Robbins' Opus Jazz →
Two dancers recently made a film about the revival of one of choreographer Jerome Robbins’ greatest (and for the most part, lost) ballets and shot it all over NYC, including on the High Line at dusk. It just premiered at Lincoln Center, and it looks like a great testament to New York and Jerome and the spirit of the city that makes people want to dance and create, even still. Watch the clip...
The really scary thing about New York is not the fear that everyone is hiding...– Publicist Sloane Crosley on “empty mask syndrome” in this week’s Observer.
break your mother's back
[Fifteen visitors to the Tate Modern have been injured since the opening of Doris Salcedo’s Shibboleth, a large crack in the floor which, according to ARTINFO.com, “widens as it runs the length of the museum’s 548-feet-long Turbine Hall” and is “intended to symbolize racial hatred and division.” The museum “has positioned staff to monitor visitors around...
I’m one of those people that wants to be famous and then realizes I don’t want...– Peter Knox
proof of below. [via]
The O Factor on NPR →
[When Oprah Winfrey endorses a product from a small company, a phenomenon called the O factor occurs. Vincent Larouche of LAFCO New York, a company of six, is preparing for a make-or-break moment after his soap was featured on Tuesday’s episode of “Oprah’s Favorite Things.”] the cool thing about this is oprah is now providing support for the small businesses she features on...
i.am.stunned…– a friend on watching BINDI IRWIN DO WHITE GIRL RAP on the today show. well said, friend. watch at your own risk: grown men basically perform self-castration in this clip through dance and jazz hands.
Kate Nash: Pumpkin Soup →
this new nash jam=delicious. [via fluxblog, via rcrdlbl]
it just feels like a pj harvey sort of day. [via]...
Honor the idea of membership, make it meaningful, and make it valuable....– Nina Simon on museum membership, Museum 2.0
back to the concrete
returned to the city with cleaner lungs and a clearer head. albuquerque looks a little like this, but with more mountains and less arty shots of spanish tile and dried chiles.
My point is this: Since most culture is defined in part by its relationships...– Douglas McLennan, diacritical. (thanks to chet for pointing this out)
pics to come, but basically i have discovered that i bring blizzards with me wherever i go. or at least whenever i come back to the desert, i make it flurry. it has not stopped snowing for 24 hours, but thankfully, none of it is sticking. i baked pie yesterday (cranberry apple) and made two sauces (cranberry horseradish and cranberry-shallot-ginger) and played bartender (cranberry margaritas)....
My flight is delayed for hours and so I am reading claire messud at the airport bar and drinking red wine. Could be worse, actually.
i CANNOT get enough of brooklyn band yeasayer....
You are neither here nor there/ A hurry through which known and strange things...– Seamus Heaney, Postscript
adam: my coworker is blasting AN AMERICAN TAIL soundtrack
rach: what's on it? well besides somewhere out there, obvs.
adam: something about streets paved with cheese
adam: (which sounds amazing)
The Death of E-Mail: Teenagers are abandoning... →
I like how slate doesn’t mention gmail in this title. because that’s where all the hotmail/yahoo/mindspring addresses went… seems a bit alarmist to me. but maybe it’s because i haven’t yet figured out how to twitter my resume.