Quentin Tarantino's analysis of Top Gun from the film Sleep With Me.
"You know what one of the greatest fucking scripts ever written in the history of Hollywood is? Top Gun."
"You know what one of the greatest fucking scripts ever written in the history of Hollywood is? Top Gun."
Good Morning Sinners
Scratchy vanity 45s, pilfered field recordings, muddy off-the-radio sounds, homemade congregational tapes and vintage commercial gospel throw-downs; a little preachin' and a little salvation.
Scratchy vanity 45s, pilfered field recordings, muddy off-the-radio sounds, homemade congregational tapes and vintage commercial gospel throw-downs; a little preachin' and a little salvation.
This mornings hard copy nyt had a picture of stacked shipping containers, 3 high for as far as the eye could see, lining a street to block stone throwers stones.
the oldest site in new york that has continously been used as a drinking establishment is ...?
The Congregation Anshe Chesed building at 172 Norfolk Street (now the Angel Orensanz Foundation) not only is New York’s oldest surviving synagogue (erected 1850) and one of its largest (capacity 1,200) but also was the first building on the Lower East Side erected specifically as a synagogue. The designer was Berlin-born Alexander Saeltzer, architect of the old Astor Library (now the Public Theater) on Lafayette Street, who modeled it after the monumental Gothic-style cathedral of Cologne.
plucked this one off the fmu message board :
Kathy Graham ckane@wpost.org
Bush Bush In The Puss
Wed Jul 18 12:31:31 2001
Who Cares What You Think?
Here's an honest to God (?) account of one person's meeting with the President in Philadelphia last week:
"So when the President was here on July 4, I had the opportunity to shake his hand. I wasn't sure if that was a good idea or not but I did it anyway, and said to him, "Mr. President, I hope you only serve four years. I'm very disappointed in your work so far." He kept smiling and shaking my hand but answered, "Who cares what you think?"
His face stayed photo-op perfect, but his eyes gave me a look that said, if we'd been drinking in some frathouse in Texas, he'd've happily answered, "Let's take it outside." A nasty little gleam.
But he was (fortunately) constrained by Presidential propriety. But that was the end of it until I turned away and started scribbling the quote down in my notepad, so as to remember the "Gift" forever. When he saw me do that, he got excited and craned his neck over the rubberneckers to shout at me, "Who are you with? Who are you with?" People started looking, so he made a joke: "Make sure you get it right." But he kept at it: "Who do you write for?" I told him I wasn't "with" anybody and pointed to one of his staff people who knows me a little, and said, "Ask him, he'll tell you."
Then I split.
Half an hour later, my boss (who had helped organize the event we were at) came up to me and said, "Did you really tell the President that he was doing a 'lousy fucking job'?" "No way," I said, "I was very polite, I just told him what I thought." Fortunately, he believed me. He wasn't happy with me, but he believed me.
But anyway, if you ever wondered if the Prez really is kind of a jerk, I'm here to tell you, he is, and I got The Gift to prove it. I'm thinking of making up T-shirts so we can share The Gift with everyone: "Who cares what you think?" - President George W. Bush, July 4, 2001.
Andrew Hudson
Spokesman, Mayor Wellington Webb
1437 Bannock Street, ST. 350
Denver, CO 80202
Direct (720) 865-9016
FAX (720) 865-8791
Pager (303) 640-0780
Cell (303) 880-9521
For information on Mayor Webb's Office
Do The Mouse
Kathy Graham ckane@wpost.org
Bush Bush In The Puss
Wed Jul 18 12:31:31 2001
Who Cares What You Think?
Here's an honest to God (?) account of one person's meeting with the President in Philadelphia last week:
"So when the President was here on July 4, I had the opportunity to shake his hand. I wasn't sure if that was a good idea or not but I did it anyway, and said to him, "Mr. President, I hope you only serve four years. I'm very disappointed in your work so far." He kept smiling and shaking my hand but answered, "Who cares what you think?"
His face stayed photo-op perfect, but his eyes gave me a look that said, if we'd been drinking in some frathouse in Texas, he'd've happily answered, "Let's take it outside." A nasty little gleam.
But he was (fortunately) constrained by Presidential propriety. But that was the end of it until I turned away and started scribbling the quote down in my notepad, so as to remember the "Gift" forever. When he saw me do that, he got excited and craned his neck over the rubberneckers to shout at me, "Who are you with? Who are you with?" People started looking, so he made a joke: "Make sure you get it right." But he kept at it: "Who do you write for?" I told him I wasn't "with" anybody and pointed to one of his staff people who knows me a little, and said, "Ask him, he'll tell you."
Then I split.
Half an hour later, my boss (who had helped organize the event we were at) came up to me and said, "Did you really tell the President that he was doing a 'lousy fucking job'?" "No way," I said, "I was very polite, I just told him what I thought." Fortunately, he believed me. He wasn't happy with me, but he believed me.
But anyway, if you ever wondered if the Prez really is kind of a jerk, I'm here to tell you, he is, and I got The Gift to prove it. I'm thinking of making up T-shirts so we can share The Gift with everyone: "Who cares what you think?" - President George W. Bush, July 4, 2001.
Andrew Hudson
Spokesman, Mayor Wellington Webb
1437 Bannock Street, ST. 350
Denver, CO 80202
Direct (720) 865-9016
FAX (720) 865-8791
Pager (303) 640-0780
Cell (303) 880-9521
For information on Mayor Webb's Office
Do The Mouse
longest meal of my life was in Provence couple weeks back
6 hours, we sat down at 7:30 and signed the check at 1:30am
yes had 6 bottle os wine for 4 of us but due to the long meal i didnt feel anything, we had the 9 course truffle menu, and some dishes were great other ok, i had fun and time wasnt an issue for me as i had enhanced my system before but the service was bad exp since this was a 2* michelin spot
the chef supposably runs through the woods in the am and finds wild herbs and finds new cheese producers etc
great dishes were: wild mint soup with a wild shroom girole plus shaved truffle, grilled veggies w/ wild mountain parley n truffle sauce that included sunfloer floers in all the stages, a baby zuchini stuffed with spicy truffled tomatoe sorbet....
Moulin de Lourmarin in Lourmarin
but you must click restaurant at the bottom to see the story!!
6 hours, we sat down at 7:30 and signed the check at 1:30am
yes had 6 bottle os wine for 4 of us but due to the long meal i didnt feel anything, we had the 9 course truffle menu, and some dishes were great other ok, i had fun and time wasnt an issue for me as i had enhanced my system before but the service was bad exp since this was a 2* michelin spot
the chef supposably runs through the woods in the am and finds wild herbs and finds new cheese producers etc
great dishes were: wild mint soup with a wild shroom girole plus shaved truffle, grilled veggies w/ wild mountain parley n truffle sauce that included sunfloer floers in all the stages, a baby zuchini stuffed with spicy truffled tomatoe sorbet....
Moulin de Lourmarin in Lourmarin
but you must click restaurant at the bottom to see the story!!
forgive me but I could not pass on Hippie Chick. The seller just contacted me letting me know that he has a bunch of others from the same shoot. He will send me some scans so I can decide. Oh, I've already decided.
No links provided by the New Yorker for one of this week's Showcase pieces titled ART JOCKS penned by Alexi Worth which focuses on the new Joel Shapiro instalation in (on?) the Met's roof top garden (that's Mr Wilson's stomping ground). He kicks it off with a reference to Ad Reinharts quote on sculpture. "...somthing you bumped into when stepping back to look at a painting", then switched "painting" to "Dakota" for the occasion. Shapiros have long been the "must have" pool-patio adornment of choice in top (and near top) LA circles. He goes on to describe the five pieces, "flying Waleda like clusters of limbs", "speed skates", "marches", "topples", "kicks". "His biggest yet at 24' in bronze, aluminum and polychrome rocket-red."
You can tell he wants to slam them, but just won't spit it out. Not untill the final paragraph, I quote :
"Over the past thirty years, Shapiro's sculptures have become more insidiously likable and less conceptually demanding. Critics have implied that this is a bad thing, a drift toward Henry Moore-ish accessability. But Moore's matriarchs invite you to carress them; Shapiro's athletes want you to get out of their way. They project a healthy impatience, linking Degas's self-absorbed ballerinas to John Woo's kung-fu fighters. Sure, they're simpler and less mobile than we are. But they're also having a better time."
Finally ! (but he will still be able to eat lunch in this town again.)
You can tell he wants to slam them, but just won't spit it out. Not untill the final paragraph, I quote :
"Over the past thirty years, Shapiro's sculptures have become more insidiously likable and less conceptually demanding. Critics have implied that this is a bad thing, a drift toward Henry Moore-ish accessability. But Moore's matriarchs invite you to carress them; Shapiro's athletes want you to get out of their way. They project a healthy impatience, linking Degas's self-absorbed ballerinas to John Woo's kung-fu fighters. Sure, they're simpler and less mobile than we are. But they're also having a better time."
Finally ! (but he will still be able to eat lunch in this town again.)
Had a decent meal last night at Jane (Houston St. - north side - and Thompson.) Very nice room. Entrees around $19, apps around $9. We had good fried clams (very good fry, maybe not enough clams,) O.K. crab cake, O.K. tomato and watermellon salad, and a great fennel and beet salad with some sort of sliced hard cheese. For entrees we had a good eggplant and truffle oil risotto, a nice sea bass with gnocchi, and two meat dishes that looked good (but I didn't taste.) Maybe that doesn't sound like a great review, but overall it felt very nice. Maybe it was the service which was excellent. That always helps. Nothing to absolutely die for, but no mistakes either.
On the wine side we drank a good 99 Lingenfelder Reiseling (Terry Theise selection) and the ever popular 98 "Les Terraces" Rioja ($43 - a little cheaper than I've seen it elsewhere.)
Good choice by itself, plus it's pretty handy if you can't get into Lupa (who can?) and don't want to walk very far for a decent alternative. It gets my vote.
On the wine side we drank a good 99 Lingenfelder Reiseling (Terry Theise selection) and the ever popular 98 "Les Terraces" Rioja ($43 - a little cheaper than I've seen it elsewhere.)
Good choice by itself, plus it's pretty handy if you can't get into Lupa (who can?) and don't want to walk very far for a decent alternative. It gets my vote.
ate again last night at Locanda Vini & Alii--it rocked and was far superior to my fist visit--salad's, soup, app's and pasta's were all we ate--all but one were right on--room had some wine industry rockers and good mix of local's--jim is right the 1997 Pico Vini is very good in an old school way, but the wine star is the 2000 Petite Arvine IMnotsoHO.....
This was originally a link to a now expired page six article on the Genart art show at the Puck building. (the complete article is now posted in the comments section of this thread) Curators Jon Raymond and Jay Sanders took the oppurtunity to make the whole show a prank. All but one of the artists in the show are friends of the curators using pseudonyms and made work specifically for the show, work which they would not make "in real life" Not only was the art work itself a prank, but many of the dramatic events at the opening were staged. The incedents ranged from an organized protest, to accusations of adultry and spilled drinks.
ive got some of those comments that wont go away. how do i clear those out?
"Dow Jones is discontinuing the "ownership and maintenance of indoor plants" in a bid to save $40,000 a year at the Wall Street Journal and its other properties.
"If you would like to take over the maintenance of any of the plants," staffers were told in a memo, "please attach a yellow Post-It note with your name to a visible part of the plant container."
I haven't bought the times in weeks but I do get a summerial e.mail from them every morning / todays includes this :
How Bush Took Florida: Mining the Overseas Absentee Vote
A six-month investigation by The Times shows that under intense pressure from Republicans, Florida officials accepted hundreds of overseas absentee ballots that failed to comply with state election laws.
How Bush Took Florida: Mining the Overseas Absentee Vote
A six-month investigation by The Times shows that under intense pressure from Republicans, Florida officials accepted hundreds of overseas absentee ballots that failed to comply with state election laws.
From Wired:
When a family of ducklings fell down a Vancouver sewer grate, their mother did what any parent would do: She got help from a passing police officer. Vancouver police officer Ray Peterson didn’t know what to make of the duck that grabbed him by the pant leg while he was on foot patrol in a neighborhood near the city's downtown. He pushed her away, but the mother duck persisted, grabbing Peterson's leg again when he tried to leave, and then waddling to a nearby sewer grate where she sat down and waited for him to follow and investigate. "I went up to where the duck was lying and saw eight little babies in the water below," he said. Police said they removed the heavy metal grate with the help of a tow truck and used a vegetable strainer to lift the ducklings to safety. Mother and offspring then departed for a nearby pond.
my hand became my enemy
Either way, art seems to have triumphed once and for all, at the price of having nowhere to go. "Art after the end of art," Danto called it. Could art really have escaped its own history?
Either way, art seems to have triumphed once and for all, at the price of having nowhere to go. "Art after the end of art," Danto called it. Could art really have escaped its own history?
