Posted: November 9th, 2017 | Tags: Uncategorized | No Comments »
cribbing this — from the ny times magazine interview with greta gerwig:
Gerwig is close to her parents. … Her mother is a retired OB/GYN nurse and her father works in small-business loans for a credit union. “I always felt like they were both artists without being artists,” she said. At the holidays, the house overflowed with guests. Her father plays “a ton” of instruments. Her mother has a closet in the hallway where she keeps presents, wrapped, for all different ages — just in case someone comes over and it’s her birthday.
Posted: November 9th, 2017 | Tags: Uncategorized | No Comments »

donuts from peter pan in NYC
(via moonlists)
Posted: November 8th, 2017 | Tags: Uncategorized | No Comments »
weirdly this quitting-smoking chantix commerical made me sad — just this sweet old gentleman baker named ryan who once loved smoking and now doesn’t smoke and SAYS he’s glad about it, but isn’t there an edge of melancholy to him? some resignation? just endlessly making cookies…with no meditative smoke breaks to get him through?
Posted: November 5th, 2017 | Tags: Uncategorized | No Comments »

Dion. Librado Romero/The New York Times
found this tidbit on my phone from “A Wanderer, the Singer Dion Returns to the Bronx”:
More than a half-century after his first hit, he [Dion] thinks back to what his life was like as a child, when his grandfather Tony would wake him every morning to the rhythmic clack of a wooden spoon in a tin cup beating egg yolks, sugar and wine into a frothy yellow concoction known as zabaglione.
“That’s brain food,” Dion said. “That’s one of the reasons my brain is so highly developed. By the time I got to school I was like, ‘Trig? Bring it. Algebra? Bring it.’
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completely agree with wesley morris in “weinstein, hefner and the poor excuse that explains a lot”:
Mr. Hefner’s disdain for sexual limits fueled fantasies and shaped self-images. He was the Walt Disney of lust — and had his own set of seemingly innocuous iconic animal ears. You didn’t have to read Playboy, visit the mansion, wear pajamas or even be straight: The effects of its ideas about women on the American psyche were totalizing. Women were inferior to men because, for Playboy, they were scenery — pretty, passive, usually white, often blonde, there.
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Catalogues from the Hirayama Fireworks company, early 1900s.
(via present and correct)
Posted: November 3rd, 2017 | Tags: Uncategorized | No Comments »

(via fader) (surprisingly?)