Open Air Screen, Palermo, 2007, Wim Wenders
Jim Beam ad featuring Dennis Hopper & John Huston, 1972
When you’re dealing with difficult things but they’re the same difficult things you’ve been dealing with for years, and you sort of want to talk about them but you’re also tired of hearing yourself talk about them, and you send a few messages, start and delete several others, and go to a movie alone and step out afterwards into a big Midwestern parking lot and the moment before the distraction provided by the film dissipates, you hold your phone up to the sky.
Train station along the route of the Simplon-Orient Express, 1950, Jack Birns.
(Source: LIFE.TIME.com )
Chile’s Calbuco Volcano Erupts
First eruption in 42 years results in huge ash cloud over mountainous area in south of country
GIF: The Gasoline Station
*I’d be just as happy not to experience that first-hand
I freakin love that Maya did her silly National Anthem bit while giving a commencement speech. She is truly one of a kind.
can’t wait to see her tonight in Los Angeles performing with Princess !
(Was thinking of this material recently as I am partway through William Dalrymple's fascinating White Mughals, which rather makes me wish I were a historian rather than a literary scholar....)
Well, look at all the great fiction writers who have such brilliance about the characters they create, but know very little about themselves. Here’s a perfect example. Doris Lessing is a great writer in my view, but also very limited in some ways. There are novels and stories she’s written that are extraordinarily perceptive about men and women, but when she writes her own memoirs, she is stupid. She doesn’t know how to create out of her own unsurrogated self a narrator who knows how to be honest. So her memoirs are dishonest in the sense that where self-knowledge is required, it doesn’t work.
There is nothing better on this planet than Oscar Levant. Here is a complete show with the king of cool, Fred Astaire.
Jane Greer / photo by Bernard of Hollywood, 1946.
Flickr is facing a user revolt after a new auto-tagging system labelled images of black people with tags such as “ape” and “animal” as well as tagging pictures of concentration camps with “sport” or “jungle gym”.
The system, which was introduced in early May, uses what Flickr describes as “advanced image recognition technology” to automatically categorise photos into a number of broad groups.
get to know me meme: [1/5] favourite celebrities → Aaron Taylor-JohnsonI don’t marry myself into any genre. I ride on the back of the filmmaker and the character. I have to feel that c h a r a c t e r. I have to believe that character.
there’s just something about ATJ that’s soulful and compelling
Nanex ~ Rise Of The Machines ~ 2006 - 2013
We processed a trillion records to create this video. For those not in congress, that’s 1,000,000,000,000. A thousand billions, or a million millions. Activity from each exchange is color coded according to the legend at top right. X - scale shows time of day in Eastern Time (Regular session trading: 9:30 to 16:00). Y- scale shows a measurement of HFT quote spamming. Basically, each time you see a colored line, it’s showing where a high frequency trading (HFT) algorithm quote spammed (stuffed) the market. An illegal activity. An activity the regulator believes doesn’t exist. Be sure to report any colored lines that show up. In 1999, at the height of the internet bull market, the maximum number of quotes per second for all stocks was 1,000. Today, that number is 1.5 million (1,500,000) - a rate that occurs every trading day, regardless of activity or news. All due to High Frequency Trading: creating an edge for themselves at the expense of everyone else.
Humans Need Not Apply is a 2014 short Internet documentary film, directed, produced, written, and edited by C. G. P. Grey. The film focuses on the future of the integration of automation into economics, as well as the worldwide workforce.
If we’re gonna perform Inception then we need imagination
Just looking at William Deresiewicz’s piece on Mark Greif in Harper’s, where he writes:
Like David Foster Wallace, albeit in a very different key, Greif is willing to be vulnerable, to forgo the protections of irony and nihilism.
True! (At least of DFW; I don’t know enough about Greif.) And satisfiying, because I complained before about Deresiewicz mischaracterizing Wallace:
As for the slackers of the late ’80s and early ’90s (Generation X, grunge music, the fiction of David Foster Wallace), their affect ran to apathy and angst, a sense of aimlessness and pointlessness. Whatever. That they had no social vision was precisely what their social vision was: a defensive withdrawal from all commitment as inherently phony.
Maybe he reads my blog!
Even now, a year after the book came out, two weeks before the paperback arrives, I’m still finding bad sentences in it. The one I just noticed:
It was scary when a statistical model deployed by the Guest Marketing Analytics team at Target correctly inferred based on purchasing data that one of its customers—sorry, guests—a teenaged girl in Minnesota, was pregnant, based on an arcane formula involving elevated rates of buying unscented lotion, mineral supplements, and cotton balls.
I must have written “based on purchasing data” and then tried it again in a higher pitch with “based on an arcane formula … cotton balls” but forgotten to take out the original, leaving a sentence with a weird, redundant double “based on.” Who knows how many mistakes like this are left in the final text? How many will I never catch?
Frederick Dally, Indian totem poles at Fort Wrangle, 1886
Notorious (1946). French poster by Pierre Segogne.