DOWN THE HALLWAY
James Turrell and Richard Diebenkorn both lived and worked in the Ocean Park neighborhood of Santa Monica.
I wonder if Paul Auster has been to one recently, though.
Libraries have actually become, in the US at least, de facto homeless shelters and centers for the mentally ill, as well as a resource for those needing childcare as well as the unemployed seeking work. There’s now signs on some of them in New York barring people from bringing ‘large packages’ which basically means ‘homeless people cannot bring their life’s belongings in here’—but they allowed it for almost a decade as homelessness in New York reached epic proportions. There’s actually very few places in American life so of this world, more than a library. Most public libraries are where you can see what is really going on for most Americans in a way you won’t ever see on the news or in a television show, or even in most fiction or nonfiction. And it is to the credit of most librarians that they continue to operate, despite budget cuts, the outlandish depravity of austerians and privitization mongrels. So, let’s not treat libraries like delicate flowers or temples withdrawn from the concerns of the world. They’ve shown themselves to be much tougher than that. Let’s instead make them what they should be, a better thing than what they’ve had to become—and look to what has been laid at their feet as a map to what our country really needs from its government services.
— I’ve been working on a piece about ag-gag laws for the past month or so, and it just ran this morning. Even if the animal rights crowd dive you nuts, I don’t think this is an issue to ignore—it’s about far more than PETA vs. CAFOs. There are whistleblower considerations, first amendment issues, etc., etc.
Everyone knows that Dan Brown is the author of Inferno, the most riveting blend of art, history and thriller currently on the market.But what everyone doesn’t know is that if you excerpt exclusively the fragments of Inferno written in italics, Dan Brown is also the author of inferno, one the most challenging poetry collections of the past decade.
Kathy Acker would approve.
NEW WOODY ALLEN TRAILER ALERT SIREN
Woody Allen’s “Blue Jasmine.” Alec Baldwin! Cate Blanchett! Andrew Dice Clay! Bobby Cannavale! And Louis CK real fast!
It won’t be artisanal high fructose corn syrup, because this artist is already making it:
[Maya Weinstein’s] DIY corn syrup, packaged in a handmade wooden box, may be disguised in the aesthetics and ethos of artisanal Brooklyn, but the project is more a critique of industrialized food than anything else, says Weinstein, who cops to being an obsessive label reader.
This is some gorgeous photography.
Amazing Los Angeles video; kinda lousy skate video.
As this scene opens I am walking around grabbing stuff and putting it in my backpack, about to leave for the day, and Keith is sitting at the kitchen table with his computer.
Me: Did you see the review of Taipei?
Keith: No, where was it?
Me: The New York Times.
Keith: Oh. Was it good?
You know the stories about editors and publishers who passed on writers who went on to become hugely famous? Like when Robert Giroux saw Kerouac’s scroll manuscript of On the Road and told him it would have to be cut into individual pages and that was that? Tao Lin is my story. I’ve never really like his writing, but I can’t help wondering if picking up Eeeee Eee Eeee would’ve helped Impetus Press survive—or, conversely if we had published him instead of Melville House, Taipei wouldn’t be getting reviewed in the New York Times.
Either way, I do really wish I still had his submission email.
— Yakutian cattle are really interesting, you guys. I promise!