Why do we use the term to deride social and political moments we don’t understand? Photo: Sebastian Dooris/Flickr A couple of weeks ago, a friend posted on Facebook: “Plot twist: Donald Trump is a performance art piece created and operated by Hillary Clinton in order to deliver her directly into the sweet, sweet embrace of the White House.” Though it was a somewhat witty statement about the presidential race, I found myself rolling my eyes at yet another recourse to performance art as a method to explain the ridiculous and inexplicable persona of Donald Trump.
On Allen Frantzen, misogyny, and the problem with tenure. The Ladder of Divine Ascent, Monastery of St Catherine Sinai (12th century).
Other people’s boyfriends wearied of mishearing “gins” as “chance” at the watering hole, as in take-slash-have one.
Does it even matter what a website looks like anymore? (from One Terabyte of Kilobyte Age) It only happens from time to time, but even today one will, on occasion, find oneself on a webpage.
Look out there on the horizon: It’s the finish line to the week! If you can make it through today — and I have faith that you can, you are much stronger than you give yourself credit for — you will find yourself at the Friday before a three-day weekend, and we know how little gets done on those days.
★ The roaring of the air conditioner all but drowned out the beeping or chiming of the phone alarm clock, and the dim gray light kept the brain from rousing enough to notice.
The answer is actually very simple. I’m sure you’re in there somewhere. Photo: Sweetie187 “Why,” asks Slate’s Katy Waldman, “do we feel compelled to tweet about our most embarrassing moments?
How Big Food manufactures authenticity in an artisanal world Photo: Kenny Louie/Flickr A.1. Steak Sauce, never artisanal and not once locally made, is currently the subject of a campaign that touts it as a secret ingredient to a compound butter with which to finish your steak.
Back-catalog sales numbers of note from Nielsen SoundScan. Photo: Deirdre Woolard/Flickr The definition of “back catalog” is: “at least 18 months old, have fallen below No.
A new commercial for Raid® Ant & Roach Killer makes ‘masterpieces’ out of 20,000 dead roaches.https://medium.com/media/829eea3bcc55dc5a94b04b12741f127f/href Imagine you were an artist and you were commissioned by a fancy advertising agency to make pop art out of dead bugs as a way to promote a deadly spray that kills roaches seven times faster than the next leading ant and roach spray and the agency guy is like, “You might say we’ve turned killing into an art,” and you have to keep a straight face as you tell your studio assistants that they’re going to be opening comically large petri dishes of dead but generally clean-looking, shiny roaches, and tweezing them into place on big canvas, using the bigger roaches for definition, and the smaller ones for the more detailed work, and that you will provide them pillows to rest their heads on as they lie in the prone position with their faces just inches away from said dead bugs, which were probably not killed by Raid® funnily enough because otherwise you’d all be huffing fumes in this enclosed space and that would be bad, but this is not that bad, because the bugs are just like any other medium—a tool for creative expression, and did we learn nothing from the elephant dung and Piss Christ?
And other answers to unsolicited questions. Photo: Jason Eppink/Flickr “I’ve been thinking about it for a while.
Why does this keep happening? Wasn’t it yesterday that they were small? There is an ancient Yiddish curse that, roughly translated, goes, “May you live to see bands you still think of as new, because they started up right after your most formative years as a listener to music, stick around long enough that suddenly they are putting out greatest hits collections in honor of their twentieth anniversary and, even though you can still remember where you were the moment you heard them, you are forced to confront the seemingly impossible amount of time that has expired since they first impinged on your consciousness and now the very thought of them is a painful reminder of how little you’ve done two decades on from when you were like, ‘Huh, these guys sound interesting, I should go to the record store and pick up their CD.’” They had very specific (and prescient) curses, the old Jews.
★★ The four-year-old, looking for something to complain about, complained that the breeze was making him too cold, in the uniform-compliant polo shirt and shorts he was wearing for the next-to-last time.
Photo: Manjonni/Flickr 14. Righteous Nihilist 13. Global Creative 12. BoBi (Bourgeois Bicoastal) 11. Early Bedtimer 10.
Who is alien abduction insurance really for? Photo: Keoni Cabral/Flickr In Altamonte Springs, a sleepy suburb of Orlando, Florida, there’s a little insurance outfit, the Saint Lawrence Agency, that will sell you a bizarre product: “Alien Abduction Insurance.” For a low one-time premium of $9.95, company president Mike St.
Good morning, ocean. You know those times when you think it’s actually a day later than it really is and when you find out you’re all depressed because now you’ve got what feels like an “extra” day of your horrible life to go through?
★★★ The heat was not as forbidding as the glare in the sky made it seem. The sidewalk was underpopulated but getting iced coffee meant cutting through a throng.
\ man-jǝ-nü \ n. aspiring male model, naif—me in the early 2000s I’ve been avoiding Midtown West for a while, and now I remember why.
If you were lucky you spent this weekend completely ignoring everything going on in the world — and especially anything going on on the Internet — and instead lolled about in the warm embrace of joy which blissful ignorance drapes over the shoulders of everyone smart enough to turn down the noise when the opportunity presents itself.
★★ The pre-K students, now ceremonially post-pre-K, ditched their cardboard motorboards and went chasing a basketball across the hardtop schoolyard under a darkening sky.