Can it be? Are "Poison" and "Lampshades" products of the mysterious, Big Boi-produced Modest Mouse record in the works? Well, there's nothing overtly Big Boi-ish about the tracks, but the energetic, bumping, twangy and (whew, thankfully) old-school Modest Mouse sound does seem to fit in with Big Boi's description of the joint effort as a "hodgepodge of funkiness."
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by Henry Stewart
on Tue, May 31, 2011 at 3:40 PM
Contrary to popular humor, you do not need a passport to cross this bridge
Now that its amnesty program for overdue fines has ended, the Brooklyn Public Library is facilitating its debtors' escapes: the Central Library at Grand Army Plaza, in conjunction with the state department, began to offer passport services today—the first library in the city to do so, the Carroll Gardens Patch reports. The new service trumps similar services at post offices because the library service will remain open after local post offices (and the Kings County clerks office) have closed, and it will be open seven days a week. Also, the post office sucks, and libraries are cool.
Among the many, many places near and far on NYU's long list of expansion projects, the most welcoming continues to be Downtown Brooklyn, where the Greenwich Village institution's engineering school, the Polytechnic Institute, already owns four buildings and has just signed a 20-year lease on more office space at Metrotech Center.
What do L.A. lesbians and The L Mag have in common? Tomorrow night! In solidarity with the letter L, The L Mag, Showtime and The Human Rights Campaign are proud to host The Real L Word's Season 2 Launch Party at the Knitting Factory tomorrow, Wednesday, June 1 from 8-11pm. The event will feature a preview of the show as well as free wine from San Dominica. Did we mention prizes?
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by Henry Stewart
on Tue, May 31, 2011 at 1:12 PM
Someone saw something and apparently said something: a suspicious package on the 4-train platform at Atlantic Avenue prompted a bomb squad to descend on the station yesterday afternoon, the Carroll Gardens Patch reports. After investigation, it determined the would-be bomb to be a Trader Joe's bag stuffed with clothes, and subway service resumed.
Well here's a fun infographic that doesn't reveal much of anything: based on numbers collected in mid-April, Museum Nerd assembled this charticle (full version after the jump) comparing the attendance numbers of 50 New York City Museums to their number of Twitter followers. Leading the pack is the Brooklyn Museum, which with 212,000 followers and 325,000 visitors has the highest follower-visitor ratio (65 percent). So what?
Still don't quite believe that the long-rumored East River commuter ferry is launching within a month? We can't really blame you, it's always seemed like a fantasy, but look there are real signs and nearly-finished piers more or less at the places where they are supposed to be! Above, two signs point to the in-progress India Street pier (after the jump) where New York Waterway's new service will stop in Greenpoint.
Bikelanebattles notwithstanding, the biggest story in New York City biking this year has been the NYPD's crackdown on bike laws—some real, some not—which has so far resulted in a 48 percent increase in cyclists' tickets this year. Where are most of these tickets being given? To the map!
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by Henry Stewart
on Tue, May 31, 2011 at 9:50 AM
Photo by Anne-Katrin Titze
Five baby swans have joined the growing baby population of Prospect Park's lake, the Prospect Heights Patch reports. The swans, not targeted by murderous wildlife officials, are allowed to breed as they wish, unlike geese, whose eggs are covered in oil in an attempt to suffocate the goslings inside, or render them so mentally challenged as to be unable to fend off predators.
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by Mark Asch
on Tue, May 31, 2011 at 8:58 AM
Tracy K. Smith is the author of three poetry collections, most recently Life on Mars, the launch party for which is tonight at powerHouse Arena. She teaches in the Creative Writing Program at Princeton University and lives in Boerum Hill.
For our readers who may not be familiar with your work, what’s the most accurate thing someone else has said about it? Robert Hass introduced a reading I gave at UC Berkeley a few years back, and he described my work as being about “Saudade, the longing for place, for love, for order, for a morally comprehensible universe.” That sounds about right to me.
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by Keith Wagstaff
on Fri, May 27, 2011 at 3:09 PM
We all know that the most important part of any weekend, especially Memorial Day weekend, is drinking. That's why we asked 10 beer, wine and cocktail experts what they'll be imbibing over the long weekend. Skål!
Jimmy Carbone (Beer Guru, Owner of Jimmy's No. 43): This weekend I'll be prepping for Brewers PicNyc on Governors Island, so I'll be sampling some previews of summer beers. Nothing beats a good pilsner like Sixpoint Sehr Crisp or a refreshing wheat beer like Sly Fox's Royal Weisse!
One day this will be a beach, boathouse and "performance garden." No, really.
Bushwick Inlet Park, you may or may not recall, is that stretch of the North Brooklyn waterfront between North 9th Street and Meserole Avenue (or between East River State Park and the House of Vans, if you prefer), the rehabilitation and parkification of which was one of the major bargaining chips in the 2005 rezoning of Greenburg that paved the way for the massive waterfront towers just to the south and other projects of that ilk. Condos have risen and are now inhabited, but what about the park the city promised?
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by Mark Asch
on Fri, May 27, 2011 at 1:35 PM
The grand finale of this year's Literary Upstart: The Search for Pocket Fiction competition (brought to you by Harper Perennial and the New School) is coming on Thursday, June 9th, at Galapagos Art Space, in Dumbo. (It has a moat, which was the deciding factor really.) We have some special stuff in the works for the final, which we'll be announcing over the the next couple weeks, beginning today, with the announcement of the Wild Card finalists.
This year, in a new wrinkle, we'll have five finalists: our three semifinal winners, and two Wild Card selections. You can hear all of this year's readers performing their stories here, on the Upstart website, which has just been updated with this Wednesday's five readers (as well as host Jonny Diamond's impromptu riff on audience etiquette.
Earlier this week we likened the huge exhibitions the city's museums have mounted this summer to blockbuster movies, but as happens every year, there's also an incredible set of (free) museum-quality shows at the city's art galleries right now. Here are some of this year's biggest summer blockbuster exhibitions at galleries.
Hey, it’s Blockbluster, our seasonal feature in which Benjamin Sutton and Henry Stewart find out during which sorts of movies regular people all over the country are recovering from a hangover. This week they regret joining Todd Phillips's tour of "fucking Asiatown" in The Hangover Part II.
SUTTON: So, Henry, a few things have changed since the first episode of Todd Phillips's day-after dudetectives gross-out comedy: bros Doug (Justin Bartha), Alan (Zach Galifianakis), Phil (Bradley Cooper) and Stu (Ed Helms) are in Thailand for the latter's wedding; the baby has been replaced by an Indiana Jones-y monkey; and the original's hooker with a heart of gold has been replaced by a hooker with a penis. Thus we get more gay jokes, more offensive caricatures of Asians—including a visit to a monastery that's the Buddhist equivalent of blasphemous—and more of grown man-children nearly killing a tiny, frail being. Tellingly, though, the monkey eventually leaps into the line of fire, ostensibly to take a bullet for one of the dudes, but more likely to put itself out of this miserable, miserable sequel. I would do the same if I realized the "wolf pack" and I shared so many chromosomes, wouldn't you?
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by Nick Pinkerton
on Fri, May 27, 2011 at 11:16 AM
Yeah, this is *that* movie.
Tonight at 92YTribeca, Mike White of the film zine Cashiers du Cinemart (whom we interviewed yesterday) presents George Armitage's 1990 Miami Blues, from Charles Willeford's novel.
Charles Willeford’ s signature style—the depths of vice, violence, and perversion, observed with an observational comic's eye and described with the same deadpan delivery devoted elsewhere to To-do List banalities—developed away from the light of an appreciative public. Publishing since the pulp days, Willeford was never able earn a living from fiction until, shortly before his death, he received fat advances and a measure of fame. Willeford was even asked to write a script for Miami Vice; he submitted a storyline where Crockett came out of the closet.
That Very Special Episode shelved, Willeford’s Miami would be realized on-screen when an adaptation of his Miami Blues began filming in fall, 1988. The author had died that spring.
It seems kind of like Hollywood has become afraid of actual holidays. In the lucrative holiday movie seasons (both summer and winter) of yore, the big movies often debuted over a long weekend like Thanksgiving or Memorial Day. Thanksgiving, in recent years, has often been given over to niche titles while something from the previous weekend dominates (although last year Tangled made a splash, and, perhaps encouraged by that success, Disney is bringing back the Muppets over Thanksgiving proper this year). Similarly, Memorial Day remains a big moviegoing weekend, but studios seem reluctant to use it as a launching pad: typically your Star Wars or your Pirates sequels will come out the weekend before Memorial Day, and less spectacular (though sometimes even more pre-sold) properties get the actual holiday weekend. For example, last year the big Memorial Day weekend movies were franchise nonstarter Prince of Persia and hastily produced sequel Sex and the City 2. Six dozen Marvel movies, and not one claims Memorial Day?
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by Henry Stewart
on Fri, May 27, 2011 at 9:47 AM
Now that's what I call contextual!
Scaffolding collapsed atop an under-construction building in Park Slope earlier this week, littering the street and nearby roofs with debris in mid-afternoon, the Carroll Gardens Patch reported. Residents of apartments that neighbor the building, on Fourth Avenue near Eighth Street, were forced to evacuate pending an assessment by the department of buildings.
No one was hurt in the accident, and nearby structures seemed to suffer only superficial damage at worst.
On Tuesday a large crowd gathered at the southern tip of City Hall Park around a large, pyramid-like stack of white aluminum cubes, one of 27 pieces in the Public Art Fund's museum-caliber outdoor exhibition Sol LeWitt: Structures, 1965-2006. Curator Nicholas Baume spoke, as did Mayor Bloomberg, while the late minimalist and conceptual artist's widow and daughters stood by shyly. The exhibition, on view through December 2, is very good, as you'll see in this slideshow.
Today, BAM kicks off FilmAfrica, which continues through Memorial Day with a lineup including the recent A Screaming Manand the stone classic Yeelen, among others. Restless City, from this year's Sundance, plays Sunday evening.
Living in New York is like going online: When you know you can find a world-class example of whatever or whoever you long for if you just look long enough, it’s hard to stop searching. Most of us zigzag between curling up in whatever niche we’ve carved out for ourselves to enjoy the moment a bit and hunting for something more, either online or IRL. Restless City makes that duality its subject, alternating between its main character’s ceaseless travels through this often hostile or indifferent city as he tries to establish himself and his delight in its capricious generosity and moments of unadulterated grace.
The niche Djibril (Sy Alassane) occupies is a hustling, bustling underground economy created and populated almost entirely by African immigrants. A musician who dreams of making it here, he starts his journey on Canal Street, part of our growing army of Senegalese street merchants, but soon graduates to courier. The community he moves in is a large, mostly nurturing world, and Djibril floats through it beatifically at first, meeting, greeting, and eating as he goes. Then he falls for a gorgeous prostitute, Trini (Sky Grey) and his life starts to take a predictable slide toward tragedy. But even as the plot turns pedestrian and predictable, the look and feel of the movie remain sumptuously evocative.