Image: Glen Baldridge, "Poem", 2010.
A sniper wielding a high-powered rifle from the cover of darkness shot and killed a well-known abortion doctor Friday night just days after U.S. and Canadian police warned of such an attack, citing four previous shootings against abortion doctors at this time of year in Canada and upstate New York. [Washington Post]
Long before Dr. Tiller was murdered, being an known provider of abortions meant taking your life in your hands, and possibly the lives of people you love. Dr. Slepian had to know he had a target on his head, and yet he kept providing healthcare to women who needed it. That is very brave. No one should have to risk their life just to do their job. And, if anything, things have only gotten worse.
At the beginning of this month, a clinic in Sunset Park stopped providing abortions, in part because of the constant harassment of protesters. In response, Christine Quinn announced on Friday that the city will be launching a clinic escort program.
“Dangerous rhetoric and disturbing protests outside reproductive health clinics have become increasingly divisive and disruptive to families who are trying to get health care,” Quinn said. “If you can’t get in the building where the health care is being offered, you do not actually have access to that health care.” [Daily News]
All around the country, people are losing access to abortions. Laws are being put in place to make it more difficult and expensive for clinics and patients. Often, in their zeal to shut down abortion clinics, pro-lifers are restricting access to prenatal care, cancer screenings, and gyno visits. This is a real problem, and a terrifying one, and one that is going to get thousands of times worse if Mitt Romney is elected in a few weeks.
But today let's remember Dr. Slepian and the work he gave his life to continue doing. Out there, some healthcare provider is putting his or her life in danger to allow women to make choices about their bodies and fertility, knowing there isn't much we can do to keep them safe. To them—thank you. Rest in peace, Dr. Slepian.
Were you all as anxious and excited before the debate last night as noted policy wonk Lindsay Lohan was? Or were you totally not into it and decided to watch Hocus Pocus instead because you knew you could rely on other people to sum it up for you today? If it's the latter, I totally respect your opinion and am happy to walk you through last night's debate with the help of a variety of funny and profane people that I follow on twitter.
Honestly, I don't even know how we made it through past presidential election cycles without Twitter. It seems so barbaric, like using horses or bayonets, or the US Navy. Twitter is totally the aircraft carrier of social media.
This week, more John Cage, an artist who makes large-scale architectural installation discusses architecture, sound art takes Manhattan by storm, and some art critics have hearts: you’ll find them among Arts and Labor’s panel at Housing Works Thursday evening.
I guess maybe it's just that the word "brothel" conjures up a much more exciting image, but it's hard to believe this plain-ass building was home to a bustling escort service.
Cops broke up a Manhattan prostitution operation that brazenly catered to Johns with a fetish for Asian women, court documents revealed today.
William Thomas, 42, was arrested and charged with promoting prostitution when he met with an overcover cop and hooked him up with working ladies at 238 E. 50th Street, according to a Manhattan DA criminal complaint. [NY Post]
I remember when I first moved to New York (ten years ago, I am very old) I imagined there was something seedy and exciting happening inside every building I passed, and that if I just knocked on the right door, I would be ushered into some secret awesome club. That, obviously, is not true. Most buildings are just full of people watching Netflix on their laptops. But still. Goes to show you never know.
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Both a critical and word-of-mouth darling, the film follows the staggering success of one Williamsburg middle school, I.S. 318, whose young chess players are among the top ranked in the nation, even among high school students. Over the course of the movie, the surprisingly candid group of kids learn the intricacies of the game and face the excruciating transition into adolescence, all while fighting against crippling, recession-induced school budget cuts. Ultimately, Brooklyn Castle makes as much of a case for after-school programs (and, you know, appropriately funding public schools the way we're supposed to) as it does for actually learning to play chess.
In the lead-up to its release in theaters today, we spoke with director (and recent Brooklyn Film Festival "Best New Director" winner) Katie Dellamaggiore about the I.S. 318 team, getting an independent film made in Brooklyn, and whether or not her chess game has improved.
How did you first get interested in the I.S. 318 chess team? What were your first impressions on early visits to the school and meetings with the team?
I was intrigued by the idea that the story defied expectations. People don’t expect a Title I school (more than 60% of the students are from low-income households) in Brooklyn to have the number one chess team in the country. I certainly didn’t, and I’m from Brooklyn! I was really proud to find out that we had this little gem of a school right here in our backyard.
When I first got to I.S. 318, I didn’t know what to expect. The thing that surprised me most was how compelling it was to watch Elizabeth (Vicary) Spiegel teach the kids chess. Although I’m not a chess player, I was completely enthralled by watching her teach, even though I couldn’t figure out what she was talking about. I thought "You must be a pretty darn good teacher," because even without being able to follow her, the level of enthusiasm that she had and the connection she was making with the kids was palpable. You could see it in her face and in the kids’ faces. There was just a great energy in the room. That chess could be so interesting to a non-chess person really surprised me and I thought, "Well, if it could be interesting to me, maybe we could find a way to make it interesting to other people."
Photographer Fiona Gardner is meticulous. Her current project, “Meet Miss Subways” took her over five years to complete, culminating in a series of portraits, interviews, and archival material of 41 former “Miss Subways”. Those lucky ladies participated in the Metropolitan Transit Authority's Miss Subways beauty pageant, which ran between 1941 and 1976. Now, that project will be on view as an exhibition, and book, opening October 23rd at the Transit Museum. We chatted with her over the phone about all the detective work that went into forming such a comprehensive snapshot of the aging starlet, and how it all began with a diner in Midtown.
Since then, Apple's career has taken an unexpected course, blooming and shrinking in an almost constant cycle, all while accumulating a firmly devout fanbase—one eclipsing gender, age and social stereotypes. For the true believers, she became a new kind of role model. Last night, we stopped by her second of two sold-out shows at Terminal 5 to talk to some who were around in 1996, and some who weren't.
The online art exhibitor Paddle 8 just put out a call for submissions for its first-ever GIF festival during Art Basel Miami week! It’s a *highly momentous* occasion:
Back in the squid makeout melee, the biggest squids grab the females from the bottom and deposit their sperm in a different spot, underneath her mantle, near her "egg chamber". That way, when she unsheathes her "string of 200 jellylike eggs", that sperm gets the first crack at it. As she's putting the eggs in a safe place, other, smaller guys dart out and spray their sperm at them, too. Then if she feels like there's not enough sperm floating around, she can release some of her mouth sperm, as well. It is a real sperm party. Just a roiling cloud of sperm and squid.
The eggs are hidden around the seafloor, ready to hatch in a few weeks and eject sperm of their own. Sperm! That is the takeaway. Squid are just covered in sperm, basically all the time. Calamari, yum.
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