Terrence McKenna's daughter......
Also co-counder of this on-line zine
She unwrapped he dad 60's/70's butterflys and photpgraphed them with the paper round them....
Bummer...On February 7, 2007, McKenna's library of rare books and personal notes was destroyed in a fire that burned offices belonging to Big Sur's Esalen Institute, which was storing the collection. An index maintained by his brother Dennis survives, though little else.
Saul Leiter, photogrpher
Beautiful picutres, I wasn't aware of him or his work until now.
How do you cook your turkey? We've had good results the past few years but now I can't remember how we did it.
groys on malevich
Three recent flicks
2001: A Space Odyssey, in 35 mm in a big theater on a big screen. The visuals are so much more immersive on a big screen. But the audio, oh my. Kubrick has a way of saying "you're supposed to feel tense right now".
(Side note on futurism. Commercial fight to space station? Perhaps a bit off in time frame. A commercial flight with a shit ton of empty seats? Yeah, right.)
It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World, digital restoration, same big old theater. With 2001, this movie is part of a 50 year celebration for the theater. This was the first film ever shown here back in 1963. Mad^4 needs to be on the "best car movie" list. Perhaps not a top ten, but up there close. They drove the piss out of those machines. There was a ton of stuff that would have destroyed modern cars.
Twelve Years a Slave. One of the best films I have ever seen. Since I've been on a Kubrick binge, there's a comparison I would make. Like Kubrick, McQueen is not afraid to linger on a scene or a shot, to allow the viewer to inhabit the time and space. Not everything has to move the plot along, to satiate the appetite of a short attention span audience.
took my first test drives today on bikes. wasnt planned but i was walking home and i just decided to pop my head in to the bike shop where ive got the last two that ive bought. had no intention of taking anything out for a spin but the sales girl was helpful and patient so i eventually took one out, then a second, a third and a fourth. one of the treks i tried had a slightly upscale model, the difference being that the tires where "puncture resistant." they had some sort of kevlar lining. in my head i weighed the potential advances versus the $100 upfront cost. we all know how this is gonna end, right? no way im gonna go for that even if down the road theres a chance it could all even out.
so the last bike i try is the cheapest at $400. its some specialized model with offroad tires that she says is popular with teenage boys. that wasnt a selling point. she was just throwing it out there. i take it out for the heavily traffic .9 miles suggested route through soho and as i turn the final corner headed for the store i feel what i think is a rock in the treads. turns out to be a screw thats well buried into the meat of the tire. i couldnt unscrew it with my hand at least not without considerable effort.
the girl was nowhere to be found upon my return and i eventually retrieved my credit card after waiting about five minutes. i debated whether to mention the screw to anyone else there but i was tired and had no intention of paying for the damage should it come to that. when i had waited long enough i decided to go, only to run into her outside. she had been at their other storefront in the next building over. i walked back in as she had printed up a list of the bikes i had tried at which point i showed her the insolent screw. she thanked me for the heads up and i left feeling..... hungry before recalling the irony of the kevlar tires i would still likely not purchase.
taking "hummer" to another level.
The way you know an Indy car means business is when you can hear it pushing wind before it, a whoosh just ahead of the engine's scream, and now down the front stretch you can hear it, this hurricane with a siren inside it, heralding the comeback of A.J. Foyt, and now there is a whooshwheeeeeeeYOW as he passes, the black Lola moving so fast that your eyes can't follow it smoothly; it sort of jumps and skips across your field of vision. When an Indy car starts to play that jump-skip trick on your eyes, the rule of thumb is that it's doing about 230 mph on the straight.30 And all that can harness all that fury safely is the centrifugal force of that sharp left turn into Indy's first corner.
Beer can camping stove. Or home cooker when the power's out.
Reproduction hallway carpet from The Shining.
