Archive for September, 2008

Last week at some point when I first read this, it seemed very mean-spirited. Now that I've watched some of Gov. Palin's appearances, I need to ask myself: is it mean-spirited enough?

When I was last in Williamsburg, I was on my bike and trying to get lost, because it was that kind of night. It didn't work, though—even for me, and I can get lost anywhere. Bedford Ave is the singularity.

Wokka wokka.

New MacArthur fellow who builds hybrid string/turntable instruments that are sort of like harps or pianos as much as anything else, and some "elemental" turntables powered by different natural phenomena.

A dream one year in the making comes true tonight.
We didn't read the recipe enough before we started to realize we would need a thermometer to keep an eye on the temperature of the oil, but we had enough dough to practice on that we got to be pretty good at figuring out how long they needed to be dunked for. Also, instead of glazing them we subjected them to the ol' paper bag full of cinnamon and sugar treatment and they were crying for mercy in no time.

"The Edward kemp Trophy. Presented to the Seventh Regiment N.G.S.N.Y. By Edward Kemp, Esq. April, 1889."

Trace of the first cider donuts of the season.

Sadly not one of the many communities that the Obama campaign's inclusive graphic designers thought of. Grassroots are picking up the slack.

Lighthouse with its foundations underwater at high-tide. I read on shorpy that this house is still in operation today, and has been solar-powered for the past 25 years.

Archive of work published for Harper's.

"Not one of these times does he utter "Golly!" with any evident irony or disingenuousness or even the flattened affect of somebody who's parodying himself. (Let's also remember that this is a man with every button on his shirt buttoned and high-water pants.) During this same tri-"Golly!" interval, though, about 50 yards down the road, Mr. Bill Pullman, who's sitting in a big canvas director's chair getting interviewed for his E.P.K.,(i.e., 'Electronic press kit,' a bite-intensive interview that Lost Highway's publicists can then send off to Entertainment Tonight, local TV stations that want Pullman bites, etc.) is leaning forward earnestly and saying of David Lynch: "He's so truthful-that's what you build your trust on, as an actor, with a director" and "He's got this kind of modality to him, the way he speaks, that lets him be very open and honest and at the same time very sly. There's an irony about the way he speaks."

Set of 97 photos of the Columbian Exposition by the Brooklyn Museum's first fine arts curator, William Henry Goodyear. Mostly of the White City, though there are a few from the midway as well.

The earth was not destroyed, and Leah made a small thing.

"Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage—" "Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right?" "...Not necessarily."