Tonight is the first night of Haneke, the Jewish festival of lights. In this film clip, the piano teacher played by Isabelle Huppert gives her student a Haneke card:
So much better than Jay-Z and Kanye West's rendition of Watch the Throne's biggest hit, "Niggas in Paris"—even when they perform it nine times in a row—is this inconsiderate/totally selfless subway rider's impassioned and iPod-aided recital thereof. Stick with it at least until he starts Kanye's verse, around 1:20. Happy holidays!
Going to let you guys in on a secret. Tomboy did not make it on our list of the year's top 25 albums. Wasn't even up for discussion. It hurts to say this (I, um, tend to wear my love for Animal Collective and Animal Collective solo projects on my sleeve), but it actually wound up on another list. You're going to be able to find out which tomorrow when The L's year-end issue piles up in orange curbside distribution boxes and floats through cyberspace, which is most certainly a plug. Until then, I'll just say this: If all of Tomboy resembled an underwater gospel choir led by Enya's little brother, as lead track "You Can Count on Me" so effortlessly does, then it would've had a shot at the top. Oh, look. Now there's a video for it.*
*And it features a dog licking its nose, ah!
It's been a bad year for the South Street Seaport Museum and the American Folk Art Museum. The latter sold its main space on 53rd Street in May to neighboring MoMA to repay the loan that helped build said structure, shifting all its activities into the much smaller Lincoln Square location in September. The former shut down its galleries in March, keeping open only its tours of the ships moored at the South Street Seaport. But the two cash-strapped institutions are hoping to thrive through collaboration.
There's a little place I go to to buy sandwiches to take to my little work room in the neighborhood, and I talked about it in The Brooklyn Follies, a novel from six or seven years ago. There is a place called La Bagel Delight. It's a real place... the great thing about this place is everybody goes in there, and I just love to listen to the conversations.
Foo Fighters? Sure, ok, why not. Wilco looks awfully far down on April 14 and 21's date (remember, the festival will repeat itself over two weekends this year), sharing the space with Snow Patrol and Peter, Bjorn and John. I'd like to think Jeff Tweedy & Co. has earned second-line honors by now, or at the very least trump Peter, Bjorn and John. Daft Punk has surpassed opening duties, I'm almost certain. Happy to see Slow Club on there! Am I just not seeing Bon Iver? I thought we were over Justice. Can we please be over Justice? There's a nice touch there at the bottom of the poster: "Introducing a creative partnership with The Creators Project," who was the group responsible for the Arcade Fire balloon drop during their headlining set at last year's fest. The poster prankster even snagged The Creators Project logo and everything. Well done, poster prankster!
Too lazy to parse the MTA homepage for the service status on the G? (Really? It's right there.) Well, ok, now there's a single-function site whose sole purpose is to inform you of the state of service on the G right this second. Every time we've checked Is The G Train Fucked? it's told us "Nope," which we have a hard time believing, but then again, it seems reliable: it's from the same person who brought us Is The L Train Fucked?
On Friday afternoon, at about 12:30pm, a 17-year-old cyclist riding west along 125th Street in Harlem near Fifth Avenue was hit by a truck. The victim was taken to Harlem Hospital, where he was pronounced dead.
Sex and sensual images have been used for years in developed countries to sell everything from beer and soft drinks to cars and hotels, yet in reproductive health we have shied away from doing this even though much of our work is aimed specifically at people who are having, or contemplating, sexual relations.
Can the promise of a better orgasm, or at least a fear-free sexual experience, improve the chances that couples will use family planning? If a couple is not afraid of getting pregnant or picking up a sexually-transmitted infection, will they enjoy the sexual experience more? And if they do, shouldn’t the reproductive health and family planning community capitalize on that and apply the lessons learned by the multitude of marketers who know that sex sells?
With beloved DJ-slash-party starter Jonathan Toubin still in the hospital after a freak car accident, more than a few bands have been doing their part to help chip away at medical costs by playing benefit shows around the country, but perhaps none more as thrilling as that featuring the indomitable Yeah Yeah Yeahs at Brooklyn Bowl — or at least none featuring Karen Claus, a name I just made up that Karen O is free to use as she pleases.
She and her Yeah Yeah Yeahs were joined on Friday night by Stabbing Eastward, Jon Spencer's Heavy Trash, Reverent Vince Anderson, Royal Baths and more. Photographer Nadia Chaudhury was there to document it for us. Check out the photos below, then head over to the recently launched I <3 Jonathan Toubin website if you'd like to donate but missed out on this weekend's action.
As the 42 members of Local 814 of the International Brotherhood of Teamsters who've been locked out of their art handling jobs at Sotheby's since August face the prospect of the lockout extending into the new year—and risking the expiration of their healthcare coverage next month—the Upper East Side auction house is also weighing the costs of replacing the long-time handlers with temporary workers.
Take a look for yourself here. Among the many highlights is a gothy-twee Gretchen Ryan painting of a little girl about to throw herself off a cliff (twisted!), ballet slippers hanging in the window (pretty!), an ornate chair that was supposedly a gift from Kurt (sad), snapshots of a toddler-age Frances Bean (sweet), and a blanket whose needlepoint reads "I DID SURVIVE" (f-you, naysayers!).
How long have you had the theater in Park Slope?
We will soon celebrate the 22nd year in our present location, although we have been based in Park Slope a bit longer, and appeared at BAM in concert with the Brooklyn Philharmonic in 1983 and 1984.
In what amounts to an admission on the MTA's part of the notoriously slow B61 route's notorious slowness—recently confirmed beyond anecdotal evidence by Councilman Brad Lander's report—the transit agency has announced that, while wait times won't be changing, riders will soon have more accommodating spaces in which to wait for their bus.
Too fast, too furious? lol
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