Monthly Archives: September 2007

the evidence (and fun) mounts

i was looking at this gorgeous calendar created by artist nikki mcclure and came across a link to an online store called it’s rad. new ways to buy and sell art. usable art. affordable art. disposable art. from real artists, not mega corporations or giant egos. more proof of what germano celant and david byrne were getting at, methinks. and miranda. and andy too, of course.


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hotel chevalier

now free on iTunes.

and, a v. insightful quote now free on rayette.

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let me entertain me

saw la vie en rose last night, about the tragic life of edith piaf. if you are inclined to think you’ve got problems ─ i’m not saying you don’t ─ but hell, poor edith had it rough! stories like hers make people afraid to identify themselves as artists. but they also help us understand the complications of the creative life, while at the same giving us some inspiration.

speaking of artists … the ny film festival kicks off today. there have been film people all over the place – in the nabe, in midtown, and everywhere i go. i also notice the movie trucks, almost every day. maybe they’re always there, but i notice them more now seeing as i am getting back to my screenplay after setting it aside for a couple of years. it’s fun and exiting. and it also makes me so curious to watch as many other films as possible.

on my to see list right now are: toots, darjeerling limited, and once.

netflix i have out right now are: apocalypto, mean creek and conversations with god.

on my dvr are: several episodes of curb, ellen, the office and a couple of the new tv shows that i’ll probably never watch (bionic woman, big bang, cane).

i didn’t manage to find a single new show on any of the networks that i actually like enough to stick with. feels like they are trying too hard to attract a mass audience, mostly through hyperactive plots and big-time visuals. but the stories and characters are lacking. too many sweeping clichés for my taste.

for hamlet brevity was the soul of wit. for thomas jefferson the most valuable of all talents was “never using two words when one will do.”

so lately i’ve taken to serializing my netflix selections. i tend to watch ½ or 2/3rds of a movie one nite and finish it up the next. it works pretty well, actually. i like it better than watching tv series because you get a quicker sense of depth and completion. i guess you could call it a mini-series, except that it’s really just one intense 2-hour feature film broken into micro-portions.

i really dig the ala carte aspect of netflix. given how quickly films come out on dvd these days, and how good they look on my sweet ass 37-inch hd television, it’s a real joy to watch them at home.


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the economics of attention


the economics of attention by richard a lanham

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art & snobbism

EXCERPT from David Byrne’s musings (Highly recc. you check out the full post):
Art has become a thing, a life accessory, which one must become knowledgeable about. In that sense it is a lifestyle and status marker — being aware of art implies that you are refined, interesting, and possibly… rich. The comment by the gallerist also seems to imply or infer that art appreciation is somehow good for you. In fact, it might even make you a better person. The increased interest in art is not just good for his business, but for the minds and souls of the public.
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“Magellan was not the wisest man of his time. Erasmus was. Neither was he the most gifted. That, surely, was Leonardo. But Magellan became what, as a child, he had yearned to be — the era’s greatest hero.

In the long lists of history it is difficult to find another figure whose heroism matches Magellan’s. For most sixteenth-century Europeans his vision — to circle the globe — was unimaginable. To launch the pursuit of this vision, he had to turn his back on his own country, inviting charges of treason. His ships, when they were delivered to him, were unseaworthy. Before his departure Portuguese agents repeatedly tried, with some success, to sabotage his expedition. …

The hero acts alone, without encouragement, relying solely on conviction and his own inner resources. Shame does not discourage him; neither does obloquy. Indifferent to approval, reputation, wealth, or love, he cherishes only his personal sense of honor, which he permits no one else to judge. … Guided by an inner gyroscope, he pursues his vision single-mindedly, undiscouraged by rejections, defeat, or even the prospect of imminent death. Few can comprehend such fortitude.”

William Manchester, A World Lit Only By Fire, Back Bay, Copyright 1992, 1993 by William Manchester, pp. 287- 289.

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