Okay, that last post kind of signed off like Wittgenstein and I am trying not to do that anymore. Especially when I spent the later portions of the day at the MFA with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
derspatchel, looking at everything from Rembrandt etchings to hippie-inspired haute couture (seriously, it's not a condescending exhibit, it's great) to Dutch Art Nouveau. I insist on doing things despite being dead tired, which is why I'm going grocery shopping this afternoon and then meeting Rob and rushthatspeaks and gaudior for a first-day showing of The World's End (2013) at the Somerville Theatre. Have some links in the meanwhile.
Rob has been reading a lot of Silver Age, mostly Canadian comics that have fallen out of copyright and landed on the internet. I don't have another explanation for where this Tumblr came from. "Next time I must bring an axe and see what is behind that partition."
We weren't disagreeing, but while discussing representation and stereotyping, I found myself saying, "And not all Jews are from New York!" (And most of the ones who are still aren't Woody Allen, thank God.) Therefore I really appreciated finding, later on in the day, this photo sequence of different kinds of Jews. Historical and contemporary. And then I recommend reading Michael Chabon's Gentlemen of the Road (2007) andstrange_selkie's A Verse from Babylon (2005) and probably other books I don't know about, so people should tell me.
It's from last week, but I am not on the twenty-four-second news cycle of the internet and so I just discovered this comparison of the 1936 Berlin Olympics and the present situation in Sochi by an actual historian: "Why We Participated in the 1936 Nazi Games: Lessons for Sochi." I like anyone who starts their argument by admitting that history cannot in fact repeat itself, which is not the same thing as all parallels being false.
Oh, Joss Whedon. And a gratuitous slam at the French New Wave, too.
Something about the light must have shifted this morning: I was reminded strongly of late summer in New Haven as I got up and made a rice-cake sandwich for lunch, which of course I never ate when I was at Yale. I wonder if that will be with me forever. Probably as long as I'm in New England. Oh, well. I like it here.
derspatchel, looking at everything from Rembrandt etchings to hippie-inspired haute couture (seriously, it's not a condescending exhibit, it's great) to Dutch Art Nouveau. I insist on doing things despite being dead tired, which is why I'm going grocery shopping this afternoon and then meeting Rob and rushthatspeaks and gaudior for a first-day showing of The World's End (2013) at the Somerville Theatre. Have some links in the meanwhile.Rob has been reading a lot of Silver Age, mostly Canadian comics that have fallen out of copyright and landed on the internet. I don't have another explanation for where this Tumblr came from. "Next time I must bring an axe and see what is behind that partition."
We weren't disagreeing, but while discussing representation and stereotyping, I found myself saying, "And not all Jews are from New York!" (And most of the ones who are still aren't Woody Allen, thank God.) Therefore I really appreciated finding, later on in the day, this photo sequence of different kinds of Jews. Historical and contemporary. And then I recommend reading Michael Chabon's Gentlemen of the Road (2007) and
strange_selkie's A Verse from Babylon (2005) and probably other books I don't know about, so people should tell me.It's from last week, but I am not on the twenty-four-second news cycle of the internet and so I just discovered this comparison of the 1936 Berlin Olympics and the present situation in Sochi by an actual historian: "Why We Participated in the 1936 Nazi Games: Lessons for Sochi." I like anyone who starts their argument by admitting that history cannot in fact repeat itself, which is not the same thing as all parallels being false.
Oh, Joss Whedon. And a gratuitous slam at the French New Wave, too.
Something about the light must have shifted this morning: I was reminded strongly of late summer in New Haven as I got up and made a rice-cake sandwich for lunch, which of course I never ate when I was at Yale. I wonder if that will be with me forever. Probably as long as I'm in New England. Oh, well. I like it here.
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