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Monday, April 30, 2012
Thursday, April 26, 2012
An Open Letter to Cyclists by Alex Snider
My Fellow Cyclists,
It's that time of year again when we will once again be riding our evil, law-flouting, rage-inducing machines en masse, tearing up the pavement to the horror of small children, the elderly and hapless motorists. Before you ready for the season by greasing your chains with the blood of the innocent, here are a few things to remember:
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Monday, April 16, 2012
Cold Specks - Holland posted by Rebekah Hakkenberg
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Girl in Grey (1939) posted by Rebekah Hakkenberg
Ferrens Art Gallery: Hull Museums and Art Gallery
From the artist's website:
"Girl in Grey (1939; Ferrens Art Gallery, Kingston upon Hull), a tribute to the constantly recurring luminous grey tones of Goya's portraits. Modelled by Jean Stoney on the rooftop terrace of his Menton studio, the work provides early evidence of the artist's restriction ofcolour and tone. Le Brocquy explains: 'From the start I've been fascinated by colour in all its aspects, yet somehow bright hues have rarely entered my painting. Maybe this could have something to do with my early love of the so-called "living" whites and greys in the paintings of Edouard Manet and the great Spaniards Goya and Velasquez.'"
Friday, April 13, 2012
Rant of the Day: Mommy Wars by Alex Snider
Well, now this is happening:
The so-called war on women escalated Thursday onto a new front, after a Democratic strategist and cable-television pundit declared that Ann Romney, the stay-at-home, mother-of-five wife of the presumptive Republican presidential nominee, had “never worked a day in her life.”
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Friday, April 6, 2012
Great Friday by Rebekah Hakkenberg
A day off is a gift, a gift of time and I am not going to waste it. This is what I plan to do today:
Pictionary - Cormac McCarthy Edition by Rebekah Hakkenberg
If you've read our blog, or have ever met us, then you already know that we love Cormac McCarthy. I mean, really love him. A lot. So it should come as no surprise to any of you that we so desperately wish this game were a real thing in this world. In fact, I might just go draw a bush hung with dead babies, just for the fun of it, right now...
Thursday, April 5, 2012
A Short Visual Essay of Five Things I Love (and One Thing I Hate) Posted by Alex Snider
These three pictures have nothing in common. Or do they?! Well, each one fills me with mirth and keeps me smirking when otherwise I'd be slipping into further despair over (not) writing final papers. But aside from being hilarious, there are five specific things having to do with these pictures that I adore. And one that I wish would be stricken from the earth forever.
The Antelope or Tough Life Lessons by Alex Snider
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Friday, March 30, 2012
Friday Fiction: Mad Scientists or Experimental Fiction by Alex Snider
I write this lazily and as someone who isn't even sure she likes experimental fiction. Sure my favourite novel is on this list; Pale Fire, a novel which I will probably read a dozen or so times throughout my life (WHERE DID YOU LEAVE THE CROWN JEWELS, CHARLES??!). But aside from that the only other I've read is To the Lighthouse (and parts of Infinite Jest, which I started at quite possibly the worst time in a person's life to read about suicidal people). I am reading a Calvino right now, although not the one listed (If On a Winter's Night, a Traveler) and I am really digging it. And oddly enough, some of my favourite music is pretty experimental (Johnny Greenwood, Man Man, Einstürzende Neubauten). Same goes for movies and TV and visual art; I love it when creators messes with form and challenges expectations.
Friday, March 23, 2012
The Walking Dead: We Hardly Knew Thee, Characters Whose Names I Don't Know by Alex Snider
What is that old Chekhov adage? That if a barn is introduced at the beginning of the season, full of zombies, that barn will burn down at the end of the season, full of zombies? Well, so much for the watch-system they had going last week: a massive herd, which was somehow explained in the cold open managed to have lumbered from Atlanta all the way through the enchanted forest (and the forcefield moat of quicksand!) and come up on the magical farm of unlimited electricity and hot water and food to dole out misery. Surprisingly Glenn and Daryl: Tracker Xtreme, were also in the woods and completely missed all signs of the horde. Even little Carl, who somehow sensed Shane's zombie-ness before he stood up last week, raising the gun seemingly at his own pops, didn't hear or see the thousands of walkers until they were literally meters away.
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