Michael Eastman: Vanishing America
Astonishing photos from an American dreamscape. Via kottke.
June 2nd, 2008 / Tags: photos / TrackbackAstonishing photos from an American dreamscape. Via kottke.
June 2nd, 2008 / Tags: photos / Trackback‘Lacan is in bed with two of his former patients. “Isn’t this unethical?” they ask him.
“No, but it is a bit perverted,” Lacan replies, “considering that I’ve been dead for 27 years.”’
Haha — there are a few other worth a chuckle.
June 2nd, 2008 / Tags: laughs, french psychoanalysts, tales of the pretentious / TrackbackNot so rotten no more (has California-style pearly whites), also “amassed a considerable fortune on the property market” — but, as we always knew, a very smart and sensible person. A nice interview.
May 30th, 2008 / Tags: music / TrackbackOstensibly an elegy for a city that, in many or most ways, does not exist anymore, Pamuk creates a grand memoir, as well as a byzantine and roundabout diagnosis and critique of the malaise that he senses is his city’s — and, by extension, perhaps also the malaise that has spread across the whole region. It would be shortsighted to only see Pamuk’s elegy as the song of a waning and increasingly irrelevant middle class (even if that is also true.) There is, in the powerful evocation of a once great and cosmopolitan city and civilization, a peculiar ambiguity: clearly, the old days were also the days of a different class structure. The present, where almost all of that has been swept away by what is the more or less direct consequences of globalization, is condemnable not because it does away with the old and the feudal, but because it does not offer anything to replace it — and it ruthlessly also does way with what was good about the old. The cosmopolitanism is replaced by globalization which does not really offer much else than color TV and fast food: in the wake of this, no wonder, perhaps, that the call from the minaret seems so much more alluring. Pamuk weeps for that loss — but, interestingly, he has never really left his city, and it does not seem as if he would want to do so voluntarily.
No wonder that the writer of the book was awarded a rather prestigious literary prize.
May 29th, 2008 / Tags: book / TrackbackVia Jens Alfke, we find this gem: some has-been and/or wanna-be SF writers giving advice about, well: eh, stuff (as in: “Niven said a good way to help hospitals stem financial losses is to spread rumors in Spanish within the Latino community that emergency rooms are killing patients in order to harvest their organs for transplants.”)
Reminds me why I always found that SF lit had a slightly queasy smell about it…
May 26th, 2008 / Tags: literature, nutcasery / Trackback“Dr. Julia Hare tells it how it is…” — oh, man, she would give Chris Rock a run for his money…
May 23rd, 2008 / Tags: black america / TrackbackA “version” of Maya Deren’s At Land (not so silent..) “Related Videos” have lots of Deren-related stuff — including the original (silent) version.
May 20th, 2008 / Tags: movies, artsy fartsy / TrackbackOne could of course start with something tangential: this book is beautifully made. It uses a set of extraordinarily pretty fonts (Scala, Scala Sans), and it, quite obviously, was designed by someone familiar with the centuries-old formulae for laying out pages well.
In the same vein: some of the Amazon commenters are quite hostile — here they are, picking a book about design and they get some hifalutin babble. For crying out loud: there are absolutely no practical tips and tricks in the whole goddamn thing…
Somebody once asked me if I could recommend some reading that would make that person a better photographer. I pointed to The Red Wheelbarrow, of course, truly believing that once you fully understand that poem, your photos would inevitably be better. Oh, how I enjoyed showing off my cleverness.
In a sense, though, I still think I was right at some level. In much the same way that Plenitude of course can teach you design, if you care to try and read it. Really read it_.
It is a beautiful book, in so many ways. How many people, having lived such rich and varied lifes, who had been wearing so many different hats, would be able to distill the essence of their endeavors into a tome this condensed and yet crisply clear? Highly recommended, indeed, but it may well be the case that your mileage will turn out differ. No sweat: as long as you read it.
May 16th, 2008 / Tags: books, design / Trackback“I’ve known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.”
I was recently reminded, once gain, how wonderful a resource poets.org is. This one, one gem among the many, lets us hear Langston Hughes’ powerful voice.
May 16th, 2008 / Tags: literature, poetry, voices, america / TrackbackPerhaps, finally, and now that Mr. Bush has opened that can of worms: there lurks a pretty story about grandpa…: “President Bush’s grandfather was a director of a bank seized by the federal government because of its ties to a German industrialist who helped bankroll Adolf Hitler’s rise to power, government documents show.” Relevant? Perhaps. At least Mr. Bush should clean his own house some…
May 16th, 2008 / Tags: america, bush, egg faced? / Trackbackkottke points us to A list of 1001 (fiction) Books That You Must Read Before You Die. This is my 202 read books. It sort of shows that I have been less avid with my reading recently. At least I’ll know what to read when I get into the groove again… Anyways:
Sans Papiers, Le Monde N’est Pas Mechant. A strangely cheerful tune, but for some reason a tune very much for today.
May 9th, 2008 / Tags: music, africa, optimism / TrackbackNice interview. Beth is cool.
May 9th, 2008 / Tags: music, cool people / Trackback“Match the quotation with the angry white male!” Ouch…
May 6th, 2008 / Tags: ameirca, clinton, not really very funny / TrackbackOne of those headlines that can put a smile on your face on a dour, rainy morning…
May 1st, 2008 / Trackback