August 2008
82 posts
“Our favorite is moose hot dogs, caribou hot dogs. We get caribou, get ‘em...”
– Todd Palin on what he and his wife, VP-candidate Sarah like to feed the kids for dinner. I’m sure the big game lobby is like, “YES.”
360 View of Barack Obama’s Speech at Invesco Field... →
(via lamb)
40+ Women's Shoes for Fall →
On le fash beat: Refinery 29 has a great list of fall shoes that is on point and (somewhat) affordable. They have one for men, too.
Sexy People →
(via Matt Wyatt) Thank you for this. It’s so wrong, but oh so right.
Sting-Why Should I Cry For You
Ok, back to work....
When aesthetes competed at the Olympics →
They used to give out golds for watercolor, writing, sculpture, architecture, etc. That ended in 1948. Sigh.
TomKat Takes Manhattan →
A graphic novelization.
I feel like this new Tumblr dashboard layout makes every post seem a lot more important—big and important—and is therefore a little intimidating at first. But then, maybe it will make people become more thoughtful and selective about their content or what they choose to repurpose from others. Maybe?
In the meantime, going into preferences and electing to not show full-size photos...
Where the Urban Dream Life Is Going Cheap
[New York will always offer you the singular opportunity of testing yourself against the best, of sharpening yourself against the city’s fabled grindstone. Hopeful people will always scrape together their savings to come here, to split a one-bedroom apartment with five other people, whether that’s in Greenwich Village (then) or Bushwick (now). But New York, for all its mythology, is no longer a...
Our cupboard was bare →
Salon’s new essay series, “Pinched,” about living in times of recession, is so far, so good. This piece about a mother who had to take her kids to a soup kitchen for the first time (found via Tanene) is definitely worth reading:
“A few months out of the crisis, and with a little money in my pocket, I bought a $3 wedge of brie. This is laughable, I know. I’m a goddamn...
Swinging Party-Weakerthans with Sarah Harmer
A...
How Dawn Powell can save your life →
I was having drinks with an old friend last night (an architect, historian and filmmaker who has been kicking around NYC since the 80s) and told him that my literary love of life right now is Dawn Powell. His response: “Ah, it was only a matter of time. It takes a particular type of New Yorker to find her, but when you do, it feels vital.”
I then stumbled upon this old article from...
Today/Frank O'Hara/1950
Oh! kangaroos, sequins, chocolate sodas! You really are beautiful! Pearls, harmonicas, jujubes, aspirins! all the stuff they've always talked about still makes a poem a surprise! These things are with us every day even on beachheads and biers. They do have meaning. They're strong as rocks. (A favorite.)
Tegan and Sara — All You Got
Me at 20;...
The greatest party ever I will not be attending
When I was a junior in college, I spent the year studying in England—mostly because I was sick of California sunshine and thought being around buildings from the 1300s would somehow loosen the sticky bay salt from my ribs and make me a real student. In the end, it was more a year of drunken romping through ruddy-faced, bescarved, collegiate pub culture than an immersion into the serious side...
Broadway Implosion →
Godspell was just cancelled (pre-rehearsals even), and the cast found out over e-mail. Brigadoon also fell prey (“raising money for the bagpipe revival wasn’t easy,” says the Post. Ha.). We worry about the out of work bankers and journalists wandering the streets, but what about the chorus line, people? We are looking at a lot of tapping for money out there...
What it sounds like when James Wood analyzes...
[In Robert McCloskey’s “Make Way for Ducklings,” Mr. and Mrs. Mallard are trying out the Boston Public Garden for their new home, when a swan boat (a boat made to look like a swan but actually powered by a pedal-pushing human pilot) passes them. Mr. Mallard has never seen anything like this before. McCloskey falls naturally into free indirect style: “Just as they were getting ready to start on...
Copperline was my favorite song until I was old...
swoon
(…i am off to meet Chuck Bass)
“The summer of ‘08, historians will most likely tell us, signaled the rise of a...”
– Harold Meyerson - The Drums of Change - washingtonpost.com (via robot-heart)
AKA: What my friends say when I am slow to answer...
A: ???
A: i am going to skin you and wear you as a capelet
Sometimes the NYT is hilarious.
[And not only in Africa. Women were not allowed to participate at the 1896 Summer Games in Athens, the first Olympics of the modern era. They were expected to contribute applause, not athletic skill. Not until 1984 were women permitted to run the Olympic marathon, in reefer-madness fear that they might grow old too soon with such exertion; or worse, they might grow a mustache.
Or their uterus...
