i never knew there was such hostility between koch and the gay community
fan
Emma quits Brown. Too too.
a man feeding swans
30 rock megalinks to celebrate tonights final show.
i havent read anything yet about the 80s soviet era spy drama,The Americans, which premieres tonight at 10 on fx but im happy to see it get a very positive write-up on grantland.
a friend of a friend is opening a new gallery here in portland. the gallery will specialize in 20th century self-taught American artists and contemporary artists whose practices reflect an intuitive influence.

he lived in my town growing up and his daughter was in my class but i never knew anything about him until today though my parents must have mentioned he was in show business. i didnt even know she was jewish.

sazerac

And the nature of an old fashioned.
I can't draw. - Carl Andre
this is a genuine moment from lebron embracing the winner of $75000 for an unlikely half court shot during a timeout.
columbus circle circa late teens
inside llewyn Davis
artists with phds
rereading the history of language poetry
high tension
just noticed that our old friend billmon has been tweeting regularly for some months. not quite as engaging in 140 characters but maybe that keeps him sane.
spaghetti dog bites
finally a place to get crawfish on the les.
is there a sport more likely to end in tragedy than snowmobile jumping?
lego
keen waaaaa
1900's paris, color
in todays lesson in lesser homes and gardens, we are taught that removing the gunk around the base of the toilet may impact the structural integrity of a 100 year old tenement building. at the very least it will ruin a paint job and very likely cave in a bathroom ceiling on the floor below. as it turns out, i am the floor below and not the degunker, the bruntee, not the brunter. and somehow assurances that caulking will commence any time now are not filling me with confidence that the problem will be resolved by the thoroughly amateur home improver in either great haste or satisfactorily.

i should add the thought of explaining this to the landlord in order to extract the funds for a handyman to fix the ceiling does not fill me with glee. i have already explained that this is one brunt that the brunter will have to bear. i dont know if she will shoulder that burden with any more aplomb than she will the task of filling the breach between our two worlds.

meanwhile i just lanced the boil that is my ceiling. only time will tell if it can be saved. suddenly the battle hymn of the republic makes perfect sense to me. somewhere a four part ken burns documentary is in pre-production.
Nothing and everything : how zen catalyzed conceptual art etc etc