karaori
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Manet was one of the first great painters of modern urban life. One day, while walking through the streets of Paris, he saw a woman with a guitar emerging from a modest café. He asked her to pose for him, but she laughed and ran away. Although Street Singer was ultimately created in the studio using a professional model (eighteen-year-old Victorine Meurend), it retains the impact of Manet’s initial experience— including the swiftly brushed glimpse of a petticoat as the woman lifts her skirt, her enigmatic expression, and the blurred impression of an aproned waiter beyond the swinging doors.
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Sennuwy
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Young Woman in a White Hat
Jean Baptiste Greuze
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MFA Boston
17.8.03
15.8.03
Whether they are still, at their current advanced age, the "greatest rock'n'roll band in the world" is almost academic. Every night, somewhere in the world, a different band will wear that mantle, but the Stones have worn it on more nights than any other band extant. Even if their increasingly elaborate stadium spectaculars place more emphasis on Jagger the fitness fanatic and all-round showman rather than the ragged glory of Richards' still-unique guitar and the unmistakable whomp of Watts' drums, they do, after all, still represent the grand archetype of the whiteboy rock'n'roll band.
As Richards put it, "We had a whole new generation listening to our music. There are 12-year-old kids I used to play to who are now making hit records - bands like The Hives and The Strokes. On a musician's gravestone all you can have is 'He passed it on.' It's the best accolade you can get."
Charles Shaar Murray Independent UK 15 August 2003
14.8.03
...the buildings are still strewn vacantly around the square. But you know what to frame. You know how to count. Arch flowing into arch flowing into arch, and through...
Album
Donna Stonecipher
Poetry Daily
Dream Lives
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Shy Girl, Heart 101
happyfeettravels stencil art
Dutch stencil
{there was so cool stencil art in A'dam in 91, I never forgot it}
from the gory depictions of headless mercenaries and coddled murderers on his breakthrough album Excitable Boy to the bespectacled, cigarette-smoking skull that adorned the singer’s albums and backstage passes. But in recent years, the subject seemed to loom even larger in Mr. Zevon’s work. His last two albums were, respectively, Life’ll Kill Ya (2000) and My Ride’s Here
13.8.03
{The visual blogwerks is twinkling with Don Hong-Oai's 'photographs'. And at first I was there too. But it's fake. Imbalanced, pretentious and fake. It's like these houses around here (central California coast). Because the area's so climatically desirable, people who have made money elsewhere move here and do their Kublai Khan trips. A lot of them create these grotesque assemblages of ideas-made-reality, like picket fences and geraniums and lavender and holly and other 'plants' and the door a certain shape, and the brickwork all just so. And everything looks like it was picked one item at a time from some digital menu and just stuck together. Instant tradition. The effect they want is what you get when someone who loves their home lives in it and works on it for twenty years minimum. Grandma's house. You can't 'duplicate' that. The attempts are macabre. It's frightening, and disgusting. Don Hong-Oai isn't disgusting but he's got a real 'zen'-Disney thing going on, and aside from the pseudo floating world/antique Chinese aesthetic it's just technology again, formula. Thomas Kinkade for buddhists.}
I watched the ground as I wove in and out between parked cycles, motorcycles, cycle rickshaws, auto rickshaws, cows, bullock carts, hand carts. I saw water, mud, potholes, puddles tinted lime green with chemicals, scattered paper, leaves, dung; peoples' feet, bare, sandalled; children in school uniforms with cloth bags of books jumping across the puddles. Once in a while I looked up, to see two Sikhs on a parked motorcycle, getting ready to enter the stream, or a sugar-cane crushing machine daubed with turmeric, sindoor and sandalwood from the Worship of Tools festival...
under the fire star
most readable Nancy Gandhi , an outsider in Chennai, India
Main Street, Stanley, Virginia, 1957
O. Winston Link
Peter Fetterman Gallery
also:
Hester Fringer's Living Room on the Tracks, Lithia, Virginia, 1955
How do you step from the top of a 100-foot pole?
-zen koan
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Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while
A great wind is bearing me across the sky.
-Ojibwa saying
Poetry, Proverbs, and Sayings from Zen and Tao {highly recommended}
Bruce Jones UCSD
whose The Rise of the University
somehow linked from Book of the Month & Book of the Month archive at Univ. Glasgow
If you want to tell me that the stars are not words, then stop calling them stars.
-Jack Kerouac
we look to Scotland for all our ideas of civilisationScottish Thought and Letters in the Eighteenth CenturyVoltaire
Univ. Glasgow Spec. Coll.
A MOST
Certain, Strange, and true Discovery of a
WITCH
Being taken by some of the Parliamentary Forces, as she was standing on a small planck-board and sayling on it over the River of Newbury:
Together with the strange and true manner of her death, with
the propheticall words and speeches she used at the same time.
Mr. Bones and Mr. Rhino
Bernhard Siegfried Albinus
The Body Revealed: Renaissance and Baroque Anatomical Illustration
Univ. Glasgow Special Collections
12.8.03
Puzzling over how to get to the uni and the town's residents to integrate better, they decided to smersh their two (slightly poor) library collections together into one $178 million co-venture.
It's worked amazingly well. Everything was running smoothly on the first day. They've combined the two catalogues (even though one used Dewey and the other the Library of Congress cataloguing system), and moved both groups of readers into a brand new building.
There are 150 data-ports in the building for laptops, about three hundred PCs for general use, and hundred laptops that can be loaned. See how long they last. (No wifi yet, though.) Looks like they've negotiated deals with all the SJSU academic database providers - so I can get LexisNexis ,the O'Reilly Safari. book collection, the OED and a stack of other for-money subscriptions if I access them from within the building.
The printed book collection really benefits from the merge. The usual popular introductions to non-fiction fields are all there, courtesy of the public library, and backed up with several large research collections if you're tempted to pursue any in more detail. I love deep, wide archives like this.
The selection gets more and more ethereal as you clamber up the seven floors. There's a browsing section on the ground floor, laid out like a bookstore, and at the very top, there are piles of SJSU theses, empty group study rooms and that hay-and-dust smell of old, hardbound stacks.
But my favourite moment was when Quinn and I were snooping around the pop fiction section. Someone leant on the "Mystery" bookshelf...
Danny O'Brien's Oblomovka Aug 8 2003
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