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This episode included a scene wherein our hero, Jaime Lannister (oh, he's not your hero? just because he almost killed a child in order to protect the sister he was fucking? good for you that your morals are so on point—feel proud), rescues Brienne from A BEAR in a heart-stopping scene that had me feeling actively nervous for their safety and their lives, but still that wasn't even close to being the most traumatic part of the episode, because, you know what? THEON GOT CASTRATED. A lot of other stuff also happened. But castration? That's a pretty big deal. Bigger than a bear? Maybe, yeah.
The other night I was having coffee with an older writer. He is known for his Don Draper charm, his good looks, and the bachelorhood requisite to this kind of allure. He is also notorious for having been called a “toxic cad” in print by a female writer. He is the kind of man who then put the quote on his website. I'd like to think we are kindred spirits. So when I told him a story about a recent one night stand, I was shocked to hear him say, “Lacy, a friend of mine recently started therapy, and his therapist told him not to have sex with anyone until 15 dates in. I think maybe you should do the same.”
Sure, there's something to be said for the benefit of the doubt, and maybe, just maybe, The Great Gatsby isn't going to suck. But you know what is definitely, without question going to suck? A lot? Opening weekend crowds.
This week kicked off with the sort of unfortunate news that the lit scene's favorite Brooklyn transplant, Martin Amis, may or may not completely hate it here. Sort of a bummer, but Brooklyn is a big place, and a lone hater is pretty easy to brush off. But two? Well, this is maybe getting to be a problem.
Words hurt. No one knows this more than a writer. The power that a malicious comment can have is exponentially stronger than any punch to the face. Cruel words worm their way into your psyche, establish themselves deep inside, and remain hidden, lying in wait should you ever doubt yourself again, then striking at your confidence over and over until you are utterly defeated. The potential for damage that words contain is immeasurable. But the damage of a fist is finite. Bruises heal. Split lips mend. Maybe this is why so many writers have been been notoriously pugilistic, even if only when drunk. After all, writers, more than anyone know that a punch can land but not linger, whereas words last forever. Or maybe writers the reason writers are so prone to fisticuffs is just the alcohol. Anyway. None of that is to say that writers don't insult each other through words. They do. Obviously they do. And when they do? The insults are of such a singular and cutting nature that it would be a shame not to honor the perverse cruelty of the author-to-author insult. Here are ten of my favorites.
Kiefer, DeFeo, Gatson and Copley, et. al., in this merely circumstantially Frieze Week suite of art picks from our 5/8 issue.
What is your work's relation to the issue theme?
Whenever I drink I have the craziest dreams. A lot of my work is based on subconscious decisions - I make the best stuff when I'm not thinking about it.
Where can we see your work this next year?
The FADER, Bloomberg Businessweek, in a lookbook for Levi's, possibly in a gallery in DUMBO, and possibly on your bedroom wall.
If you're single and hating it, leave it to your friends at The L to help. We've teamed up with the minds behind HowAboutWe to create Brooklyn Dating, a service that will (hopefully) help change online dating and find you the Brooklynite of your dreams. If you're trying to go on some dates, instead of spending all of your valuable time filling out compatibility tests, just go on some dates. We know this sounds scary, but we make it easy. Just visit Brooklyn Dating, pick the outing that sounds the most interesting to you (or come up with one of your own), make an account (if you haven't already), and go! Just go.
Every week, we'll post three of our favorite Brooklyn dates to aid you in your search for a soulmate. So get off your laptop, (or your iPad or iPhone or iPod or whatever) and go fall in love. Click here to get started, and you can find the three best Brooklyn dates of the week after the jump.
Check out Celine Legrosís handmade canels at her Zaarly storefront. A former lawyer, Celine began organizing cooking classes outside of her day job. Eventually she decided to leave law to pursue baking full-time. Now she sells delicious custard pastries available in small and large quantities and even delivers right to your door.
If momís not the caramelized custard type, then consider giving her a beauty product from Glory Boon. Proprietor Alexandra began by making hand-crafted soaps and moisturizers for herself and family members. As demand grew, she moved to full-time and now she sells a large variety of paraben-, phthalate-, sulfate-, and cruelty-free products through her Zaarly storefront.
Mom would love the vegan body lotion, which comes in grapefruit and lavender scents, and revitalizes the skin with natural aloe vera. Or perhaps the pink rose clay facial mask. A favorite among her customers, it naturally draws oils and dirt to the surface of the skin while also exfoliating. And after that she can apply goat milk face moisturizer, which improves collagen density, acts as an anti-inflammatory, diminishes small skin abrasions.
For more local Brooklyn and NYC gift ideas your mom or wife will love, check out the many storefronts on Zaarly.
BAM's annual film festival returns for its fifth year with a kick-ass slate of films. Featuring lots of high-profile indies that have been making waves at other festivals, it also "remains a hometown festival," the press release reads, "with nearly half our main slate by Brooklyn filmmakers." We're psyched about making new discoveries and catching up with names we've been hearing about, but if your resources are limited and you want to know what's, like, essential to see, you shouldn't go wrong with any of these, because we were already excited to see them before we heard they were playing at BAM.
Alcohol is a beautiful thing. We are right to be celebrating it. But, there is more to life than just spirits. I mean, sometimes, you need something to go with your bourbon. At the very least, you need something in which to pour your drink. You don't want to just drink out of the bottle, do you? Of course not. You're an adult. And perhaps you want something to eat while you're drinking? Obviously! Obviously you do. Drinking on an empty stomach almost never leads to good things. And we all want good things. So, here's a round-up of some of the best locally made or, if not made here, at least readily available here, accompaniments to Brooklyn booze.
Drinking and music go together like, I don't know, two things that go together really well, in a really sloppy, perfect kind of way. They just fit. If you've never belted out a song while holding a bottle of something in your hand, extended arm wobbling and sloshing the contents to the floor, well, I don't know that you can say you've really lived. But what makes a perfect drinking song? Well, it helps if it references alcohol, although any kind of intoxication will do, be it alcohol, drugs, or even love. It helps if it's easily identifiable from its opening bars, so that you can prepare yourself to sing along. It helps if the chorus is repeated enough that, even if you forget most of the lyrics, you can chime in a few times over the course of the song. It helps if it's particularly gleeful or particularly poignant, anything that makes you feel. These are songs that will make you cry into your glass and jump up off your bar stool. These are songs that will make you grab the person next to you and insist that they sing along. These are songs that you will dance to, because you just can't help it, you need to dance. These are the songs that, just when you're sure that the alcohol has dulled your brain past the point of cognizance, bring you back again, so that you can start all over. You can start everything all over.
Finally a good break from hectic weekdays..
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