February 2012
7 posts
1 tag
False Alarm.
Thanks, Caroline! What a great note to get.
Warmest appreciation, xoxoxoGUY
It's Guy Maddin's 56th Birthday Today
I found out via Facebook, and set out to write an appropriate message:
While I think it’s pretty macabre that there’s a website that reminds me of my favorite artists’ birthdays, I can’t help but participate.
Anyway, I’ll keep this brief! I saw “Heart of the World” in 2001 when I was 13 years old, and I haven’t been the same since. I screen...
“The Whitney will find a way to open the 2012 Biennial in spite of the...”
– No apology necessary, via whitney.org
loser: my drinking game for the Oscars: →
synecdoche:
Drink whenever someone mentions a movie I haven’t seen (all but two of them?)
Drink whenever I think about how I spent 24 years wanting to make movies and 4 of those years spending a disgusting amount of money to get a film degree and now I would rather caps lock about an award show on twitter…
January 2012
28 posts
1 tag
“Save for the technology, little about film schools has changed since 1929. They...”
– I would write a pithy response about the Creative Writing B.A. Military Industrial Complex, but I never learned to read!
Everything Old is Old Already
In the train, stopped at Union Square. The doors open and a wave of passengers bring the swift sound of a be-bop combo in from the platform. I look around to see if my fellow straphangers notice, but each one is otherwise engaged - in conversation, or a phone, or other music.
From my seat, a long inseam steps into view, clad in navy wool and held mid-belly by a pair of diamond-print suspenders....
My best friend and I were discussing the "Shit New...
I would easily put Beacon’s Closet on par with “Law & Order” in the great list of New York institutions.
“I Wanna Be Like You”
The Patio...
The Great American Family Mixtape Competition...
Some backstory: my sister and I grew up next door to a family of aesthetes. Their father and our father have long been friends and, more importantly, fixtures in each other’s backyard get-togethers. Some time shortly after I moved away, our neighbor started an informal mix competition (“started” being the optimum word).
Of course, it wasn’t long before things turned ugly:...
“As is common with Flanagan, there’s a kind of 1950s nostalgia to it all: she...”
– “Trouble in Girl Land: Caitlin Flanagan Takes on Adolescent Girls,” via the Atlantic
Before I leave this hanging here, completely devoid of context, let me season this juicy takeaway with a little Personal History:
I remember my adolescent years very vividly because, duh, they...
magnificentruin:
It’s hard to live in the city
...
Pedestrian Stuck, Killed in Williamsburg →
After an accident, disintegration follows - much like the tail of a comet when it falls through the Earth’s atmosphere. A death - the worst thing imaginable! the absolute end! - that is soon reduced to the banality of a traffic report, a speed bump hindering an otherwise smooth commute.
I rode past this crime scene on my way to work this morning. The street - and its adjacent bike path -...
MR. DAISEY AND THE APPLE FACTORY →
Mark Daisey visits Apple’s factory in Shenzhen, China to examine the labor conditions that power the Cult of Jobs.
Sent from my iPhone
I Can't Tell if I Want to Fuck This Guy or Punch... →
via Backyard Bill, where else?
A List of Don'ts for Women on Bicycles circa 1895... →
nevver:
Don’t be a fright.
Don’t faint on the road.
Don’t wear a man’s cap.
Don’t wear tight garters.
Don’t forget your toolbag
Don’t attempt a “century.”
Don’t coast. It is dangerous.
Don’t boast of your long rides.
Don’t criticize people’s “legs.”
Don’t wear loud hued leggings.
Don’t cultivate a “bicycle face.”
Don’t refuse assistance up a hill.
Don’t wear clothes that don’t fit.
...
December 2011
35 posts
HE'LL PLAY HENDERSON TO YOUR DAHFU
npluspersonals:
Beautiful young man of good family seeks philosopher king for spirited correspondence and binge drinking. You: witty, capable war hero who reads Burke, but prefers Tocqueville. Me: well-dressed, well-behaved, likely to betray Athens to Persia. More Alcibiades than Lysis. Wrap me in your cloak.
The most important question in this ad, alas, goes unasked/answered: “Do you...
pretty worried the dog thinks i'm his wife
bagofshit:
because he sleeps in my bed and i clean up after him.
...and the Golum's heart grew three sizes this...
Christmas was never a big deal in family, so this year when I opted to stay here (New York) instead of going there (Los Angeles), there was a lot less hand-wringing than I had anticipated. The concern I had for my poor, Jewish mother dissipated with a Christmas Day Skype session, and suddenly I was off the hook.
In the week leading up to Christmas Itself, I refrained from telling my friends how...
