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by Abbie Nehring
on Wed, Oct 3, 2012 at 11:33 AM
New York state environmentalists and the majority of the 80,000 individual commenters on the state Department of Environmental Conservation’s website showered Governor Cuomo with praise this past weekend for reversing course on the controversial hydro-fracking agenda (even though he says he hasn't). Among those who were less enthused by the approval delay: the Marcellus Shale Coalition, a lobbyist group of 45 natural gas companies, and, shockingly, the New York Post. Here’s a few things New York’s media consumers should know about our local branch of the Murdoch media empire and its coverage of the trials and tribulations of fracking upstate.
In July, the Posteditorial page cited a Penn State study suggesting the benefits of fracking outweigh its costs, but failed to mention that the research had been funded by an industry lobbying group. “Just the Fracks,” the headline read. But the fracks can be deceiving.
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by Lauren Beck
on Thu, Sep 6, 2012 at 10:01 AM
The universal symbol for music writers
To catch everyone up to speed whose eyes are not glued to computers, a piece posted on LA Weekly listing "The 20 Worst Hipster Bands" caused quite a ruckus last month in the always thrilling meta-blogging sphere of the Internet. People really, really hated that list. People wished bad things upon the writer of that list.
Admittedly, the piece could've benefitted from a fresh viewpoint, or at least a little bit of nuance in its selections, as it ultimately namechecked every indie-leaning band considered popular in the last six or so years. Arcade Fire, Bon Iver, The Black Keys, Death Cab for Cutie, check, check, check, check. It could've been titled "The 20 Biggest Indie-Rock Bands of the Aughts" and wouldn't have to change a word, with the subtext that "hipsters, man, they're the worst" firmly in place. One of the more stale jokes in 2012 pop culture, if you're just joining us.
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by Lauren Beck
on Tue, Aug 7, 2012 at 10:03 AM
There was a time not that long ago that we, the female population of the whole wide world, was convinced that Ryan Lochte was our Greatest Hope—a matured Luke Cafferty type with invisible gills, propelled to the top of the Olympic podium by hard work and quiet determination.
He also does this awful thing in interviews where he responds to a question by rhetorically asking, "You know what?" before giving his answer, as if we're going to be totally blown away by what he has to say. "Do you want to win a gold medal?" "You know what? I do want to win a gold medal." Like that. It really bugs me.
In honor of our American hero's unwavering confidence and our waning hearts, we took to his very active Twitter account and rounded up the the best examples of his unaffected self-promotion (and run-ins with grammar) during the course of his Olympic competition. And yet, he remains, as you're about see, inexplicably hard to hate, that wily merman. Ryan Lochte, how do you do it?
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by Jonny Diamond
on Thu, Jul 26, 2012 at 1:55 PM
You seemed to enjoy the first edition of Hipsters Throughout History (perhaps as much as I enjoyed putting it together), though of course, the term "hipster" remains deeply contentious—for what I mean by "hipster," read this. Or not. Just please enjoy part II of Hipsters Throughout History...
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by Lauren Beck
on Tue, Jul 10, 2012 at 12:13 PM
SPIN magazine—bundled with its website, iPad app and events branch—has been bought by BUZZMEDIA, giving the blog empire its first print publication, The Times reports. This doesn't really feel good, does it? The 27-year-old SPIN brand has managed to adapt relatively well to the rise of digital, especially over the past few years, so it makes some sense that they would join BUZZMEDIA's suite of indie-music blogs, which already includes Stereogum, RCRD LBL and The Hype Machine (Socialite Life or Kim Kardashian's blog, not so much). What will become of SPIN's beefed-up, bimonthly print edition still remains to be seen, though BUZZMEDIA's chief executive Tyler Goldman has already stated the company plans on expanding the magazine's digital staff, go figure:
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by Henry Stewart
on Wed, May 30, 2012 at 8:58 AM
Detractors of Jennifer Egan's novel A Visit from the Goon Squad often mention "the PowerPoint chapter"—a 75-page slideshow in which a teenage character narrates scenes from her family life. Fans, though, might point to this chapter as evidence of Egan's willingness to break free of old strictures, and of her facility with storytelling in new media.
She's again playing with a new mode of storytelling: The New Yorker is currently publishing the Fort Greene resident's latest short story on Twitter, the Fort Greene-Clinton Hill Patch reports.
"Black Box," which will also be published in the magazine and features a character from Good Squad, is being tweeted in installments, one per minute for an hour, starting nightly at 8 p.m., the Local Fort Greene reports. The tweeting began on Thursday, and continues through Saturday.
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by Daniel Mehrian
on Tue, May 22, 2012 at 12:27 PM
Gerald Michael Riviera was born in Brooklyn on Independence Day, 1943. Loved and trusted by those who knew him, Gerald delivered on the promise of his youth, eventually earning a law degree from Brooklyn Law School and working as an investigator for the NYPD. Then, tragically, Gerald Michael Riviera, who had so much left to give us, died, only to be reborn in 1970 as Geraldo Rivera, a rookie reporter for Eyewitness News. Since then, the world has been one moustache heavier, and kind of funnier, maybe. Geraldo’s been around forever (1970), and for good reason. People love Geraldo — not the way they loved Gerald — but the way they love the craziest drunk person they know. They love Geraldo because every now and then he provides the journalistic equivalents of tripping over a trashcan, rolling around in puke, or puking in and around a trashcan and then tripping over the trashcan and then rolling around in the puke. Here are some of the finer moments of his career, including the latest egg he laid on Friday:
Last week, Franco started his part-time writing gig at the Huffington Post, where he first published a long-ish, meandering rumination on the value of mass culture by comparing the Maysles brothers' Gimme Shelter (a Rolling Stones concert doc-turned-tragic account of the Hells Angels stabbing an audience member at the Altamont Speedway show) to the likes of the Jonas bros, Twilight, Hunger Games, etc. "But what happens is, the teen fandom is transformed into sales, and all the world appreciates is the money," Franco wrote. "When something sells, it is automatically considered good, regardless of who does the buying." This week, the star of Eat Pray Love and The Rise of the Planet of the Apes published his second post for HuffPo, an account of some time he spent in New Orleans, as well as some choice commentary on Nicholas Cage and ghosts. Dammit, we give up. If you can't beat the omnipresence of James Franco, you might as well make fun of him. Here are the five most befuddled things he wrote for the Huffington Post this week.
Art Street or street art, or both? Bogart Street (re)defined. Photo courtesy Bushwick Daily.
As the founder and editor of Bushwick Daily, you have quickly developed it from a personal blog featuring photos of and notes about your beloved part of Brooklyn, to a more broadly functional website incorporating a number of different writers contributing news items, opinion pieces, reviews, events listings and profiles of local artists, musicians, fashionistas, and new and longtime residents alike. You have also created an online art gallery as a branch of Bushwick Daily, which has taken physical form several times as well and even held down a booth at Fountain Art Fair this year. As if all this weren't impressive enough—especially given that you launched the whole thing not even two years ago—you have recently added yet another significant appendage to the Bushwick Daily operation, a radio station. Am I missing anything?
At Bushwick Daily we love to use new forms of journalism and new media, and we encourage experiments with text, visuals and sound. We are trying to be as innovative as our neighborhood, and to treat the blog as a good Bushwick house party. We want to show a lot of good art and music, introduce inspiring people and start good conversations. The Internet gives us great tools for this, and I believe that blogging is the perfect format to encapsulate this vibrant scene.
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by Henry Stewart
on Thu, Apr 12, 2012 at 1:30 PM
Rex Reed testifying before the House Committee on Whippersnappers
Unless I'm misremembering, I'm pretty sure I was at the same Cabin in the Woods screening as Rex Reed. I know this because I recognize Rex Reed when I see him at screenings—he's a famous writer who's been at it long enough to have been anthologized in Tom Wolfe's New Journalism collection, which I held dear as a journalism student. I respect Rex Reed for his accomplishments, his stature, his experience.
I respect Rex Reed a lot less after reading his review of the movie we saw together.
The man just had a "Bosley Crowther Moment," after the Times critic who, as the old story goes, got canned after he pannedBonnie and Clyde, proving himself so out-of-touch with the then-contemporary cinema. Sure, Cabin in the Woods is unlikely to join the pantheon of American classics. But Reed's dismissal of it amounts to smug, confused ramblings.
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by Henry Stewart
on Wed, Mar 7, 2012 at 3:23 PM
This morning, the Post published a 125-word story about a rape in Marine Park, in which two men in their 20s "forced their way into a car-leasing business... then pushed the 60-year-old victim into a back room where they assaulted her."
The two men aren't described beyond their age—not by their height, not by their weight, and not by their skin color. That last one, of course, is part of a conspiracy. "If theyre black, they can't give a description except that theyre looking for 'tall male wearing dark clothes,'" Darwinious Oppenheimer writes. This a common complaint in the Post comment section—that political correctness has run amok. So the commentariat seems to have developed its own code for discussing race.
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by Henry Stewart
on Wed, Mar 7, 2012 at 1:11 PM
Simmons, apologizing for saying "fuck" on live television
Sue Simmons, co-anchor of New York's NBC News broadcast for the last 32 years, will not have her contract renewed when it expires in June, the Postreports. The four-time Emmy winner and highest paid local newsanchor in the country has been a New York media fixture since 1980, when she started at channel four, along with her colleague Chuck Scarborough. Both are 68 years old; Scarborough's contract will be renewed another three years.
Many viewers respect Simmons for her knowledge and talents, though she's also likeable for her saucy personality. In 2009, she admitted on air that she used to anchor in the 80s after a cocktail; she only stopped because it made her eyes look red on television, she said. And the year before, she famously said "fuck" during a short live promo. That, of course, is what we'll always fucking remember her for.
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by Henry Stewart
on Wed, Feb 29, 2012 at 11:31 AM
Kali runs the Twitter feed @BumsofMyrtleAve, a chronicle of her "interactions with the bums on the corner," a recurring cast of characters like supporting players on a sitcom. In her late 20s, working in fashion, and from a small town in the Midwest, Kali has lived in Fort Greene for the last three years ("lovin' it") after a stint in Boston. We caught up with her by email to ask about how she started tweeting and how well she really knows these people on her street.
Is your Twitter for real? Haha. This one cracked me up. Of course it's real.
When did you start interacting with the "bums"? They actually started interacting with me! I was waiting at the bus stop where The Mayor of Fort Greene hangs out and he turned his boombox up and serenaded me with "Love Lockdown." I don't know why he seemed to pick me out of the crowd, but I'm glad.
Random assortment of things I've written about, or symbols for my closest colleagues at The L Magazine?
Hello dear readers. As Mark already mentioned, today is my final day here at The L. After just over four years of frantically writing about seemingly every single thing about which I feel strongly—from fine art to fine rap, from deathly serious cycling issues to delightfully trivial Tumblrs—I am optimistically but sadly taking my leave. Should you care to follow my travels in the land beyond L, you may do so on Tumblr or Twitter. Or, if you consider that there is no life beyond The L—indeed, "life" is one of the many things for which the "L" in "The L Magazine" has been rumored to stand—well then I guess this is goodbye forever. I leave you with this excerpt from Rashaad Newsome's short video "The Conductor," an artwork made up of short clips from rap music videos that I like very much, and which also happens to double as a symbolic wave goodbye.
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by Mark Asch
on Fri, Feb 17, 2012 at 3:35 PM
Although he may try to slip out without saying goodbye, today is in fact Ben Sutton's last day at The L Magazine; he's leaving us to become Senior Editor of Brooklyn Art News, Bike Wars, 90s Hip-Hop and Listicles at Top10BushwickGalleryBikeTours.Info.Vibe, a new startup website reverse-engineered around this human-shaped lump of SEO gold.
Now, he's too modest to ever talk about this, but: Ben, as you know, has a deep love of thecinema, especially animation; he's a dedicated cyclist; and he's a fluent Francophone, having spent a significant portion of his youth in France. It is for all these reasons, along with his frankly astonishing uncomplaining indefatigability, that Ben Sutton, before coming to The L, was cast in the role of "Champion" in The Triplets of Belleville:
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by Henry Stewart
on Mon, Feb 13, 2012 at 11:27 AM
How is the story on the left "related" to the story on the right?
The Post sounds almost bemused in its follow-up story about the reaction to its decision to name, photograph, and belittle the woman who accused Greg Kelly of rape. "[She] is not a victim of a sex crime," Post Editor-in-Chief Col Allan told his own paper. "The Post only identified her after the district attorney made this determination." (Or, after Mr. Allan determined that that's what the district attorney had determined.) Well, New York Post, here are just five examples from a single article of why critics—aka "social network aficionados"—are disgusted by you. I'm not linking to the article, by the way.
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by Mark Asch
on Thu, Jan 5, 2012 at 1:14 PM
Last night, the Village Voice laid off senior film critic J. Hoberman, a regular contributor since Eraserhead played midnights at Cinema Village, a staffer since '83 and the senior critic since '88, and a colossally important figure in American film criticism, with an unparalleled understanding of film (and an individual film's) place in our history and politics, and a deft (and often amusingly truculent) personal style. (Appreciations and lovely pullquotes: Jessica Winter, Glenn Kenny. Fun fact: every time a film critic writes, "The movie could almost be called [clever double cultural reference]," Hoberman gets royalties.)
He told Daily Intel that he was "shocked, but not surprised... It's not the same paper that I started working at," and elaborated on his adulthood-spanning tenure at "the greatest job imaginable," and his thoughts on the paper ("there is unlikely to ever be an institution like that Voice again—unfortunately") in an email to his colleagues, posted on his website.
That website, incidentally, was launched just this past fall, though establishing his own web presence independent of his Voice author archives was "a happy coincidence," Hoberman said when I emailed him last night.
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by Mark Asch
on Wed, Jan 4, 2012 at 12:26 PM
London clubbing legend Leigh Bowery and his band, Raw Sewage.
The Post's Brooklyn correspondent Rich Calder has an item today on the EPA's newly released draft proposal to clean up Brooklyn's rank and STD-ridden Gowanus Canal, designated a federal Superfund site in 2010. The proposal calls for contributions of a half a billion dollars from industrial polluters along the Gowanus, including National Grid—so far so good. But the Bloomberg administration is gearing up to fight the EPA over their proposal that the city do something about the tons of raw sewage and storm water that overflow into the
Combined Sewage Overflows—CSOs—occur during rain, generally, when the combination of wastewater and rainwater overwhelm the city's water-treatment facilities, releasing raw sewage into nearby waterways. Less than an inch of rainfall is sometimes enough; it happens dozens of times a year, and will only get worse as more and more people move in on top of Brooklyn's ancient sewer system. In 2010, the L's Henry Stewart reported on the coming literal shitstorm in North Brooklyn (where the Newtown Creek was also Superfunded, shortly after the Gowanus):
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by Henry Stewart
on Wed, Jan 4, 2012 at 8:59 AM
We've told you our favorite albums, movies, and exhibits. We told you what we thought were the biggest local news stories of the year. But what about you? Isn't the internet all about indulging you about what you thought? Here are our most read blog posts of 2011.
Ben Weasel, Big Man
10. "The L Mag Questionnaire for Writer Types: Drew Magary" This Q&A, timed to a BookCourt reading, did almost all of its traffic in a single day, thanks to Twitter. It's heartening to know people use the internet, and Twitter, to read about readerly things.
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by Mark Asch
on Wed, Dec 14, 2011 at 1:57 PM
Remember how, for years and years, the year-end double issue of the New Yorker was the Winter Fiction issue, featuring several long stories by contemporary masters (sometimes excerpts of major novels, in fact), so that once the hectic part of the holidays were over, or when you were traveling, you could have something to read?
Yeah, I just got my copy of the New Yorker's annual "World Changers" issue, a holiday tradition since 2009, when, as David Remnick explained at the time, it was decided that far-flung correspondence and profiles of innovators not included in the "Innovators" issue could draw two dozen more ad pages from bigger luxury brands.