Early on though, the movie set and the newsroom weren’t so much sparring partners as confreres, and no figure exemplifies this quite as well as director Samuel Fuller, who started his career as a young boy selling newspapers on the street, and through pure moxy talked his way into being a crime reporter by the time he was 17.
"Bill Murray's Ten Rules for Happiness."
Here then, based on the account of a single dinner with Bill Murray, are those rules (in no particular order of importance):
A dippy and earnest documentary about avant-garde and experimental film in America. Twenty-five years ago, the Emmy-nominated director of this film, Chuck Workman, made an eight minute collage of scenes from classic Hollywood films called Precious Images that won him an Oscar; so with appropriate inversion, he’s now made a documentary about the American avant-garde as a pedestrian, traditional talking-head documentary.
Lots of expletives on this single-function website What The Fuck Should I Make for Dinner?, which recommends recipes at random (usually from Epicurious) whenever you visit or hit reload. You can even click the "I Don't Fucking Like That." button and it'll suggest something else. It's like the Russian Roulette of cookbooks, but with a "skip" button.
P. Diddy on Ashton Kutcher is worth reading if only for this part, "for a while, with Jamie Foxx, we were a rat pack, hanging out, going to clubs," which evokes some really spectacular nights out with that trio, until: "I remember one night he was with Demi, maybe for the first time, and a couple of weeks later he called to tell me he was in love. That was the end of our clubbing." Aw... Bros before hos, Ashton!
The three dudes behind Rock That Font take turns looking at beautifully-designed album covers and focusing our attention on typography. As seems all but obligatory in such a discussion, there's a long entry about Vampire Weekend, Wes Anderson and Futura, but they also treat more unexpected subjects, like the Psychedelic Furs' All of This and Nothing and its lowercase Univers. Obviously, a million suggestions for album covers whose atypical type should be discussed spring to mind, and here are a few:
Mr. Fernandez is stunned, stunned I say, by the revelation that a convicted killer could have more than one side to his personality: He's boyish, he loves his family, he used to help out around the neighborhood and was involved in youth sports! (He's a lacrosse player, natch.)
Fernandez is also astounded by the seeming paradox of prejudice persisting unexamined in the mind of someone who knows several nonwhites. The story opens with an anecdote about that time that Conroy felt bad for a migrant worker, and contains many comically po-faced details: He "counted several Hispanics among his closest friends, including the girl he had been dating off and on for years, Pamela Suarez, who is Bolivian."
And I love this:
Or, to quote my favorite comment from over at Rap Radar, where you can stream the track, "I fucks with this song. But this shit ain’t no single to get drake poppin." Also, though: "I hate when the internet make people opinion up make your own opinion then go from there ……have your own set of ballz………" So go forth, everyone, and have your own ballz.
How do I feel about this? Well, I'm conflicted...
The best outdoor hip-hop show of the summer that doesn't take place at a stadium in New Jersey or Long Island is Brooklyn Bodega's Brooklyn Hip Hop Festival, which they've just announced will be headlined this year by De La Soul. Last year the concert at the old Tobacco Warehouse in Dumbo featured Brooklyn MCs Pharoah Monch, Styles P and dead prez, but the Roots' Black Thought made a surprise appearance and really stole the show. That's not likely to happen when De La takes the stage along with an as yet unannounced set of supporting and opening acts. A quick check of my calendar confirms that the date of the show, July 10 (tickets on sale May 3), is a Saturday, so they had better open and/or close with this.
I, too, would like my political and philanthropic adviser to get me a one-on-one with the Phoenix chief of police and mayor, giving me an opportunity to voice my concerns about the potential racial profiling implications of Arizona's terrible new immigration law. (I would also like to get a job as Shakira's "political and philanthropic adviser.") Arizona governor Jan Brewer could sadly not meet with the diminutive "Underneath Your Clothes" songstress, as she was, sadly, "booked."
The Colombian-born singer has in recent years been a more vocal advocate for social causes worldwide. She recently protested America's practice of detaining illegal immigrants, by dancing in a cage in the "She Wolf" video.
So when State Senator Kevin Parker (Brooklyn represent!) calls some of his Republican colleagues in Albany "white supremacists" for the way they interviewed a black Power Authority nominee (N.B. not a Black Power authority nominee), is anyone really surprised?
The full list is after the jump, but some names that immediately stand out are: abstract texture painter Tauba Auerbach, irreverent anti-art market collective The Bruce High Quality Foundation, parodic performance artists the Delusional Downtown Divas, video and video game artist Brody Condon, tape installation artist Franklin Evans, gender-performing video artist Kalup Linzy, choreographers and video artists robbinschilds and appropriation artist Hank Willis Thomas. The list technically isn't finalized, but...
Yup. Talk amongst yourselves.
Noted librettist and Literary Upstart spokesjudge Ben Greenman has focused his angry, angry sense of humor on the recent civil suit brought by the SEC against Goldman-Sachs i-banker Fabrice Tourre, who "spings" things like this:
When poor homeowners
Get the axe
We load gold
Into our sacks
We sell off short
And break their neck
Uh oh, look out
Here comes the Sec"
(I wonder what Harold Ross would've thought of these... Or hell, sometimes I wonder how Ross would've approached "blogging." Shit, can you imagine A.J. Liebling writing a food blog: "It was with some hesitation, and no small amount of engineering acumen, that I arranged myself at the high, shared tables of Momofuku Noodle Bar, tucking myself in shoulder to shoulder with fellow New Yorkers all desperate for... soup.")
So go forth, and dress like Gordon.
"When one considers the soaring monument of art and toil and tears and song and love built up across the centuries in hope of God, one feels... what does one feel?"
"Please pass the Ajax Flavor-Sealed Canned Tuna that He hath sent us in His wisdom and His mercy."
Justin Bieber is a young pop star about whom I know virtually nothing, even though I've recently watched him get his purple hat stolen like a latter day Harold and the Purple Crayon, and saw him bungy jumping in New Zealand, but the fans whose tweets show up on this comically Beckettian new website, Waiting for Bieber, must feel like they know him really well, because they have no qualms about begging and pleading for Bieber to follow them. (TheDailyWhat)
This just convinces me even further how repellent BDSM is. You must be mentally ill…
elvis costello perfomance link (the published one here is not working) http://videos.mediaite.com/video/Elvis-Costello-Radio-Radio-1977
I need a sweet baby