Amy Goodwin

" I’m sick of following my dreams. I’m just going to ask them where they’re goin’, and hook up with them later."

— Mitch Hedberg link

A new statue honoring shoe-throwing Iraqi journalist Muntadar al-Zaidi has been erected in Saddam Hussein's hometown of Tikrit -- only it doesn't depict al-Zaidi. It represents his shoe.

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Vanilla and Misfortune, Lisa Tomasetti

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Erica Baum, Jaws

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Do-Suh Ho

If you would like The Rose Art Museum to remain open you can sign a petition here

Vanilla Strawberry from Jordan Clarke 

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I love the Rose Art Museum

Sebastian Smee in today's Boston Globe

"The decision to close the Rose Art Museum at Brandeis University and sell off its extraordinary collection smacks of panic. Panic, as everyone knows, is sometimes an appropriate response to reality. But usually it's not, and, either way, it's rarely edifying to watch."

"Brandeis president Jehuda Reinharz told the Globe that the Rose "is a jewel," saying that Monday, when the university's board of trustees voted to close the museum, was "not a happy day in the history of Brandeis."

But what sort of jewel is it?

Right now, the Rose is the best place to go in the Boston area to see modern and contemporary art of the highest caliber, top-shelf work by such artists as Pablo Picasso, Willem de Kooning, Claes Oldenburg, Robert Rauschenberg, Jasper Johns, Morris Louis, Andy Warhol, Ed Ruscha, Roy Lichtenstein, Ad Reinhardt, and many more.

I would like it to stay open

Were All Gonna Die

possibly the world's longest photograph at 100 meters

by Simon Høgsberg

 

made me laugh and laugh and laugh

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Her Morning Elegance 

stop-motion video here

it is wonderful

Twenty-five people at the heart of the economic meltdown…and six who saw it coming

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This image is just incredible. It shows Chief of Staff Andrew Card talking to George Bush. It is the morning of 9/11.

In the NYTimes today, editors from three news agencies discuss the photographic record of George W. Bush's presidency.

Singularity, Tom Block 

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DMH

see films here

I read these funny, sometimes wonderful, quotes in the comments on the blog

paintersnyc.blogspot.com

my greatest battle is fighting my own nostalgia

And yeah, people need pictures, and pictures need painting for reasons too complex to go into here.

I think you need to look a little closer at history JPEG.

I often get the sense we're all sitting around a boiling cauldron, peering in, and shouting out the names of the bubbles as they surface and resurface

Mac Pro is going to change my life man, I can feel it.

Actually, I had only one episode
of the bad cleavage.

Strategies. Personally, i work the subculture strategy along with the working class strategy. Rather dull, but i can have some fun with it. Enjoy the quirks as it were.

You’re born, you take shit. You get out in the world, you take more shit. You climb a little higher, you take less shit. Till one day you’re up in the rarefied atmosphere and you’ve forgotten what shit even looks like. Welcome to the layer cake son.”

my eye is so close to my brain, they are friendly, not at odds

i dont know why, but i either like great technique or i like mocking technique. let's just not be in the middle.

Could you tell your love story in six pithy words? 

some examples:

• One diamond necklace later, I'm single. —Michael Collins

• It's just a matter of luck. —Ayelet Waldman

• Wanted a wife. Got a cat. —Anders Porter

• Much married, fourth time is charmed. —Erica Jong

 SMITHmag 

you too can be obamafied here

huh?

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Tara Donovan, styrofoam cups 

Ace Gallery

Daniel Arsham

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Ira Glass: Closing the gap between ambition and reality

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Created by 25-year-old Petri Purho, “Crayon Physics Deluxe” got its start as a game the computer science student from Helsinki whipped together in just five days. 

The thrust of the game is this: There is a ball over here and there is a star over there. You must move the ball to the star by using (virtual) crayons to draw the physical objects that make it possible to transport the ball to its goal. 

it is an ad but it is so fun and apparently took 8 months to create

The Design and Recession discussion just keeps going

Pilar Viladas: Don't Hate Them Because They're Beautiful

NYTimes

in response to

Stephen Bayley: It's Out with marble and chandeliers…

Guardian, UK

in response to

Murray Moss: Design Hates a Depression

Design Observer

a response to

Michael Cannell : Design Loves a Depression

NYTimes

Fred Rogers

Nearly every morning of his life, Mister Rogers has gone swimming, and now, here he is, standing in a locker room, seventy years old and as white as the Easter Bunny, rimed with frost wherever he has hair, gnawed pink in the spots where his dry skin has gone to flaking, slightly wattled at the neck, slightly stooped at the shoulder, slightly sunken in the chest, slightly curvy at the hips, slightly pigeoned at the toes, slightly aswing at the fine bobbing nest of himself... and yet when he speaks, it is in that voice, his voice, the famous one, the unmistakable one, the televised one, the voice dressed in sweater and sneakers, the soft one, the reassuring one, the curious and expository one, the sly voice that sounds adult to the ears of children and childish to the ears of adults, and what he says, in the midst of all his bobbing-nudity, is as understated as it is obvious: "Well, Tom, I guess you've already gotten a deeper glimpse into my daily routine than most people have."

-from the blog 

Daily Routines
How writers, artists, and other interesting people organize their days

Nearly every morning of his life, Mister Rogers has gone swimming, and now, here he is, standing in a locker room, seventy years old and as white as the Easter Bunny, rimed with frost wherever he has hair, gnawed pink in the spots where his dry skin has gone to flaking, slightly wattled at the neck, slightly stooped at the shoulder, slightly sunken in the chest, slightly curvy at the hips, slightly pigeoned at the toes, slightly aswing at the fine bobbing nest of himself... and yet when he speaks, it is in that voice, his voice, the famous one, the unmistakable one, the televised one, the voice dressed in sweater and sneakers, the soft one, the reassuring one, the curious and expository one, the sly voice that sounds adult to the ears of children and childish to the ears of adults, and what he says, in the midst of all his bobbing-nudity, is as understated as it is obvious: "Well, Tom, I guess you've already gotten a deeper glimpse into my daily routine than most people have."

-from the blog 

Daily Routines
How writers, artists, and other interesting people organize their days

When I read in the newspaper that Polaroid would no longer make film I was disheartened. Every year Polaroid held a warehouse sale and I would drive an hour to snatch up slightly expired film, funny attachable filters for my Spectra camera, and assorted parts for the collection of Polaroid cameras I scored at yard sales. My two favorite Polaroid products are their slide printer, and their Daylab. I was a addicted to printing with these delightful machines. As a result I have a big library of images. I thought I would start posting the collection intermittently.

Sunday on the Pot with George

from the Museum of Bad Art Portraiture Collection

Source Imagery

Above is Shepard Fairey's portrait of Obama.

Above that is the source imagery for the portrait.

"Fair use" of someone else's photograph?

find out here

Dear Malia and Sasha,

I know that you’ve both had a lot of fun these last two years on the campaign trail, going to picnics and parades and state fairs, eating all sorts of junk food your mother and I probably shouldn’t have let you have. But I also know that it hasn’t always been easy for you and Mom, and that as excited as you both are about that new puppy, it doesn’t make up for all the time we’ve been apart. I know how much I’ve missed these past two years, and today I want to tell you a little more about why I decided to take our family on this journey.

When I was a young man, I thought life was all about me—about how I’d make my way in the world, become successful, and get the things I want. But then the two of you came into my world with all your curiosity and mischief and those smiles that never fail to fill my heart and light up my day. And suddenly, all my big plans for myself didn’t seem so important anymore. I soon found that the greatest joy in my life was the joy I saw in yours. And I realized that my own life wouldn’t count for much unless I was able to ensure that you had every opportunity for happiness and fulfillment in yours. In the end, girls, that’s why I ran for President: because of what I want for you and for every child in this nation.

read the full letter

Clothespin

Knife Ship 1

Coosje van Bruggen, a critic, art historian and artist known for the large colorful public sculptures she created around the world with her husband, the Pop artist Claes Oldenburg, died on Saturday in Los Angeles. She was 66. NYtimes

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"They feed back exactly what is given to them. Because they do not believe in words… their only proficient vocabulary is in the society’s platitudes. As it happens I am still committed to the idea that the ability to think for one’s self depends upon one’s mastery of the language, and I am not optimistic about children who will settle for saying, to indicate that their mother and father do not live together, that they come from ‘a broken home’. They are sixteen, fifteen, fourteen years old, younger all the time, an army of children waiting to be given the words.

— Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem (via)

newborns by Thierry Bouét

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