salad for president features artists making salads, including our friend storm tharp.
finally got my neighbors to verbally commit to the idea of getting an exterminator. both of them had told me in the last few weeks they were ok with it but they still hadnt communicated that to each other. instead they were sleeping in the babys room to avoid the roaches in their bed. if i can roll me eyes and call people idiots i may have a future as a marriage counselor.
sound breaking: stories from the cutting edge of recorded music (as recommended by jeff f) on pbs and we found it streaming on hulu
Ford To City: Drop Dead schedule
Currently on Netf1ix MOTHER dir. by Bong Joon Ho (The Host, Memories of Murder, Snowpiercer)
A murder rocks a small South Korean town and suspicion quickly falls on a reclusive, mentally challenged -- and alibi-free -- young man.
Exploring many of the same themes as Memories of Murder but from the point of view of the mother of the accused. Worth watching for the opening credits sequence alone.
collecting Paul Evans
We had a very pleasant meal at Vic's, which is in the old Five Points space on Great Jones. I believe it is the same owners too. Recommended. Apps are especially (and market vegetable offerings especially especially) good.
schillers closing due to rent hike.
overlooked films of the 70s.
ive seen three of the ten mostly by happenstance via tcm and a smattering of the honorable mentions. there was a good podcast about barbara loden in the dead blondes series from you must remember this.
sourtoe toe returned by low-life thief
he had harvey korman money.
Not sure whether to recommend it or not, but we are enjoying being freaked out by Handmaid's Tale.
The spell wore off quickly. At the time of Péladan’s death, in 1918, he was already seen as an absurd relic of a receding age. He is now known mainly to scholars of Symbolism, connoisseurs of the occult, and devotees of the music of Erik Satie. (I first encountered Péladan in connection with Satie’s unearthly 1891 score “Le Fils des Étoiles,” or “The Son of the Stars”; it was written for Péladan’s play of that title, which is set in Chaldea in 3500 B.C.) His contemporary Joris-Karl Huysmans remains a cult figure—“Against the Grain,” Huysmans’s 1884 novel, is still read as a primer of the Decadent aesthetic—but none of Péladan’s novels have been translated into English. So when an exhibition entitled “Mystical Symbolism: The Salon de la Rose + Croix in Paris, 1892-1897” opens at the Guggenheim Museum, on June 30th, most visitors will be entering unknown territory. The show occupies one of the tower galleries, in rooms painted oxblood red, with furniture of midnight-blue velvet. On the walls, the Holy Grail glows, demonic angels hover, women radiate saintliness or lust. The dark kitsch of the fin de siècle beckons.
this is a thing with the kids on the computer thingee, at least it was last year.
silversmith Bill Tendler had a shop on McDougal street in the 50's, 60's and 70's. I have found little documentation but there are many examples in google images.