Byrne is being represented by the same lawyer who represented Jackson Browne in his lawsuit against John McCain for using "Running on Empty" without permission. When will Republicans, present and former, learn that they can't throw popular songs into their campaigns because musicians don't like them? [Times]
Last weekend, the Florida-native picked up first prize in the 38th annual Loren L. Zachary National Vocal Competition, a prestigious vocal competition that attracts talent from all over the country, Culture Monster reported. (We're a little late reporting it because we had to wait for the carrier pigeon to bring the news to us, and he stopped at Pedro's and ended up on a bender that lasted more than a day.) Congrats, Nadine. We feel proprietary towards you now.
It is for this reason the MTA has revisited its 1979 map (which has accumulated way too much information over the last 30 years) with an eye to simplification and clarity. And while they've taken some admirable steps (shrinking Staten Island, widening Manhattan, conjuring the long-lost City Island), the new maps (set to debut in June) are really more about little tweaks than a full redesign.
But you know what? If you're not sure, you should never be afraid to ask, as the recitation of subway directions is a ritual beloved by New Yorkers young and old, particularly when there are competing options. Seriously, I love listening to a one-act cast of total strangers work out the fastest way to get to Fort Tryon.
If you asked a genre writer to write a book in the style of Martin Amis, anyone of us could write a good imitation of one of his books. Could he write one of our books? I don't think so.
Ok, obviously (as Mr. Lorentzen notes) Amis did write a passable imitation of a crime novel, 1999's Night Train, but that's not really the point. The idea that writing a (good) book is just some tradesman's skill, like making a chair, gets at the heart of genre fiction's inadequacy: great art has no blueprint.
(I wonder if the survey included such intangibles as access to heroin...)
Hi Henry, it’s nice to be back for another summer of discussing the stupid, ridiculous, offensive, fun and occasionally intelligent event-movies that Hollywood will be hurling at us every week between Memorial and Labor Days (often in 3D, but not here, weirdly), and how appropriate that we’re starting the season with a film that is at various times all those things in very disparate proportions. Mike Newell’s Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time shifts between Ridley Scott-ian self-seriousness, classical tragedy, effects movie camp, political allegory, schizophrenic Persian-face jingoism, intermittently successful video game-like action and the laziest time travel plot in movie history.
The animator Patrick Boivin, formerly of Iron Man vs. Bruce Lee, has a great idea for the inevitable Iron Man franchise's first spin-off or sequel: Iron Baby. The baby, who must either be Tony Stark as a child or lil baby Stark (that's up to the screenwriting team), flies valiantly into war zones to do battle with evil men in big fuzzy bunny costumes. It's really perfect for that 4-50, male-female-rabbit-robot demographic. (DesignYouTrust)
In a way, all this is great.
It's hard to imagine how shitty it must be to get run over by a cop while lying on the beach (to the tune of two broken vertebrates). It's also hard to imagine how shitty it must be to be a Mets fan.
When describing the work of Julie Mehretu people often argue, quite rightly, I think, that the dynamic, swirling forms in her work evoke the invisible movements of contemporary digital capitalism. This metaphor was not lost on IBM, whose recent commercial about data transportation is really seriously an animated version of Mehretu's work. Now she must know how Fischli and Weiss feel. (MAN)
Last night MTV premiered the first of what will reportedly be a four-video weekend for Lil Wayne, even though he's in jail! The folks at MTV are apparently calling it "Lil Tunechi Weekend" after Wayne's Twitter name. The festivities begin with Wayne doing a bit of a Beatles impression, playing an unannounced rooftop show in Miami Beach, although the crowd of curious onlookers must have been really disappointed when he launched into "Da Da Da," one of the least terrible tracks off Rebirth but by no stretch of the imagination a good song. (MissInfo)
Either way, famous people: if you don't want a the whole world to see you naked, you shouldn't allow naked photos of yourself to be floating around. This means you shouldn't let other people photograph you naked, this means you shouldn't take naked photos of yourself to send to another person, and it means that if you want to take naked photos of yourself just to look at, then you should probably, I don't know, take the photo, look at it, then fucking delete it, then take a new naked photo of yourself every time you're struck with the desire to see yourself naked, and then delete all those too. Sheesh. This is not complicated.
I moved to New York city to be in fashion media. Guess what? I succeeded. I came from a small liberal arts college that Gawker laughs at sometimes, but left because I couldn't afford it and went to public school in Canada. I am from Chicago (Wicker Park, which was a WHOLE different world when I was young). Growing up I had a single mom with a small amount of money, but I've been stuffed to the ear holes with bourgeosie values, so I went to private school... because I got a fucking scholarship.
Of course, this makes perfect sense to anyone who lives in a big city with dense immigrant enclaves, areas that generally feel safer, cleaner and like more of a community (Bay Ridge Norwegians represent!). As Wadsworth tells the Journal:
The reality of it is that if you go into most immigrant enclaves — whether they be Italian or Mexican or any other — if there is a lot of homogeneity in terms of ethnic background, these places tend to be some with the lowest crime rates.
That someone could be pleased by my suffering to please them seems like a pretty…
Now I'm just going to listen to "Hello in There" all day. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FJ85Hep0kD0…
This just convinces me even further how repellent BDSM is. You must be mentally ill…