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The Royal Academy of Art has been displaying David Hensel's One Day Closer to Paradise at its summer exhibition. There's just one problem. Apparently they've lost it and have been displaying the empty plinth instead. Here's the kicker: Nobody noticed until the sculptor visited the exhibition.
Hensel isn't so much disgusted as amused: "It says something about the state of the visual arts today."
I think we've established that I like lists by now. It's not that I'm convinced they're always right, but rather that they make starting places for discovery and discussion. In other words, they're a jumping-off point rather than a destination.
Blog of a Bookslut pointed me towards World Hum's fifth anniversary top travel books list, which fulfills both functions nicely. I'm unfamiliar with at least half of the books on this list and I'll be looking for many of them. Others are just plain wrong.
Paul Theroux's Great Railway Bazaar at number 3? Theroux may be a great writer, but he…
"VisualComplexity.com intends to be a unified resource space for anyone interested in the visualization of complex networks." Mission accomplished, I'd say—but then, I'm already a huge fan of Edward R. Tufte's The Visual Display of Quantitative Information.
Via Grow A Brain.
Alright, dammit, I give in: The new Sonic Youth album is pure beauty.
But it's not "a straight-up Sonic Youth field on fire, with a compact potency of rock n roll enlightenment."
That's just silly-talk.
It's always bugged me. And now I have just the blog to spew about it in.
Every time I see some young rock critic dude bashing on the Replacements as ancient and irrelevant history, as being the perfect band for old white American rock critics, it gets me all defensive—being the forever young white dude rock critic that I am. The release of Don't You Know Who I Think I Was? (a Mat–ian title if there ever was), the new Mats best–of seems to have brought all the Mats morons out of the woodwork yet again.
In short, for me, in my opinion (attn: legal dept.), the Replacements…
Virginia Hall was considered so dangerous by the Gestapo that they crafted a Wanted poster with her likeness. The UK made her an MBE and the US awarded her the DSC—the only woman ever to receive that honor. She parachuted behind enemy lines with her "wooden leg in her backpack." So why haven't I ever heard of this remarkable woman?
Hayden B. Peake reviews a biography that just might make Hall's name better known.
"Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Now set the teeth, and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit
To his full height!”
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Now set the teeth, and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit
To his full height!”
William Shakespeare
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You could just rear back and box the crap out of him. That works for Bagheera.
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