Archive for April, 2007

So I was biking home today on my brand new kevlar-reinforced tires (for added protection against flats) and I think I must have hit a pothole too hard in my enthusiasm for not being hit by cars. I popped my rear inner tube and so had a chance to snap some leisurely shots of the sunset over the Hudson.

Also in Chelsea. Don't remember the location. Anyone?

"Boy, won't you pick me up at the park right now / Up the block, while everyone's sleep, sleep, sleep? / I'll be waiting there with my trench, my loafs, my hat / Just so I'm low key" Still some of the weirdest sampling I've ever heard.

evidence that templated design can be very, very good.

must. not. actually. spend. any. time. poring. over. this. yet.

"'Respect for human life finds an ultimate expression in the bond of love the mother has for her child,' he said." Which Anthony Kennedy has often experienced, as an aging mother of two.

"For reasons I cannot explain There's some part of me wants to see Graceland, And I may be obliged to defend Every love every ending Or maybe there's no obligations now."

Vale! I took Latin in middle school and high school for a total of 5 years, I think. I'd be hard pressed to remember much of it now, but I did manage to test out of it during college. Luckily this list exists of all that can be said in Latin. (dead, bah!)

Thanks to Leah et Lauren for this - pretty much simultaneously. Frank Lloyd Wright, for all his expertise, didn't seem to know shit about concrete. Falling Waters, anyone?

"I try to juxtapose the space of politics with the space of reverie, almost absurdity, the space of shelter with that of the desert; in all of this I try to perform the ‘blank spaces’ that are formed when everything is taken away from people."

Nick and Dror and I saw a screening of The Rules of the Game around Christmastime of last year at the Brattle in Cambridge. I was initially just in it for the culture, but most of the silly blurbs in this trailer turned out to be true.

This really brings back memories.

I know I'm a little late to the game here. Went to the Rhizome benefit at Hiro last night and these guys, well, killed. Professorially.

Awesome art, especially the mountain carvings. "My love was accumulated without a purpose or an expectation of return."

Not technically associated with either Mt. Rushmore or 1-800-RV4RENT. Those wacky Lubavitchers, what will they come up with next?

In situ shot of Carrie inside Pamela Monge's "Room for Isolation and Restraint" at the Brooklyn Museum.

this looks like nothing more than some kind of psychedelic flow chart. via kottke.

This is intense. I was reading about her and this piece on the subway this evening and it literally made me start crying. more: Bidoun Magazine more: Evidence Locker

sort of looks like the best waterslide in the universe.