Give Em What They Love - Janelle Monae & Prince
Seven Minutes In Heaven and/or They Have Sinned, 1997 by Renee Cox
Starting next year, the T will run all subway trains and the 15 most popular bus routes until 3 a.m. on Saturday and Sunday. Yes, the T is still cash-strapped, and the state budget remains tight, but Governor Deval Patrick has found about $20 million, along with pledges from corporate sponsors, to launch a one-year pilot program to begin in March or April. âIs this cool or what?â said Patrick in a phone interview. âThis is about how we make the system modern for the kind of economic growth we have been experiencing and will be experiencing. The folks who work in the innovation sector â they live differently.â
Halle-fucking-lujah! My only question is why Saturday & Sunday instead of Friday & Saturday?
YANGON, MYANMAR – Pho Kyaw tends to his wife Khin Soe Win, April 9, 2012 in an HIV shelter. Pho Kyaw is infected himself and used to be a patient of the shelter a year earlier. The couple married just one month earlier. Myanmar (Burma) is battling one of Asia’s worst HIV epidemics and one of the world’s most neglected. The UN estimates that over the last few years between 15,000 – 20,000 people living with HIV die annually in Myanmar, because of lack of access to urgent lifesaving anti-retroviral therapy (ART). (Photo by Christian Holst/Reportage by Getty Images)
World AIDS Day is December 1
Real-Life Instagram Turns A City Into An Indictment Of Our Distracted Photo Culture
Artist Bruno Ribeiro thinks we spend too much time taking photos with our phones. So he created an analog version of Instagram and placed it near London landmarks. Surprise: people took out their phones to capture the moment.
Walking down certain London streets, you’ll run into “Real Life Instagram”: an analog version of the app made of cardboard and cellophane and stuck to a post or wall to frame an interesting view.
The artist behind the project, Bruno Ribeiro, explains that he was inspired to create it both as a tribute to Instagram and a reminder that it’s worthwhile to occasionally leave your phone in your pocket.
“I’m a huge fan of Instagram—both the app itself and also the way it changes our habits,” Ribiero says. “It brought photography to our daily life, not just when we’re on vacation. It made us more observant of details—things we haven’t seen before, and it made us learn more about photography in general.”
On the other hand, he says, Instagram is just another way that we stay tethered to our phones, and he wants to help push people to disconnect. “I’m from a pre-Internet generation,” he says. “I’m 35 years old—I’m kind of an old guy. I think the obsession with being connected 24/7 is kind of weird. I’ve been living abroad for a long time, so I see technology bringing people who are physically far away closer, but it’s simultaneously pushing people away from their own neighbors.”
The project, he hopes, will help people take a moment to notice things about the city. “I want to say, look at this amazing cathedral you’re missing because you’re checking your email,” Ribiero says. “But I also want to bring a little joy to people’s lives—it’s not that I want to be very serious and make a statement. I don’t want to preach. If people are commuting and see these on a lamppost or a wall, and they smile, for me, it works.”
Love this project
Near the end, he thought he saw death
near the door where his dark robe hung.
But it was only his robe in the dark.
It was only the door. It was only his deah
come for him, and near.
Sleep, I begged him, Sleep.
And he lifted one hand into the air–
pale hand, almost blue in the dark.
As if waving hello or goodbye, or trying
to touch his own life as it passed.
Happy Thanksgiving from Oakland.
Blond, her cheek dimpled, with a tender, laughing mouth and great, soft eyes, she was, even so, drawn down beneath the earth, toward everything that is of no concern to the living. Like all those who never use their strength to the limit, I am hostile to those who let life burn them out. Voluntary consumption is, I always feel, a kind of alibi. I fear there is not much difference between the habit of obtaining sexual satisfaction and, for instance, the cigarette habit. Smokers, male and female, inject and excuse idleness in their lives every time they light a cigarette.
The habit of obtaining sexual satisfaction is less tyrannical than the tobacco habit, but it gains on one. O voluptuous pleasure, O lascivious ram, cracking your skull against all obstacles, time and again! Perhaps the only misplaced curiosity is that which persists in trying to find out here, on this side of death, what lies beyond the grave…Voluptuaries, consumed by their sense, always being by flinging themselves with a great display of frenzy into an abyss. But they survive, they come to the surface again. And they develop a routine of the abyss: ‘It’s four o’clock…At five I have my abyss…’ It is possible that this young woman poet, who rejected the laws of ordinary love, led a sensible enough life until her personal abyss of half past eight in the evening. An abyss she imagined? Ghouls are rare."
A great interview with Wanda from this year. She was my favorite living poet and literary figure voice in general. In May I’d been trying to find Wanda ever since I’d come to Los Angeles, and this past May I found out at the last minute that she was going to be performing at CSULA as this year’s Jean Burden Poetry Reading guest.
It was the middle of finals week. I had just left a final, had a final the next morning at 8am when I also had due 200 critical theory vocabulary definitions, which I was only halfway through. But I put it all down and boogies over to CSU, got there a little early, and found the room mostly empty with Wanda rehearsing on stage, accompanied by a jazz pianist and saxaphonist. She grinned and laughed between lines and pages, the poetry visibly energized her, as you can see in the video too. The final performance was stunning, I’ve never seen or heard anyone like her. Back by the music, singing the lines, she in her zone, her place. I met her briefly afterwards, and talked a bit with Mr. Strauss, her husband.
Often considered the unofficial Poet Laureate of Los Angeles, she renounced that title during the reading, as Eloise Klein Healy holds that position. It was a modest and beautiful gesture. She said she accepts and even prefers the unofficial title, the L.A. Blueswoman. There was a beautiful q&a following her readings, and the audience was a humble maybe seventy five people, which allowed for an intimate, conversational session in which the room discussed personal readings, LA literary scene, violence, racism, and music.
This is a wonderful interview that captures her persona, the mood she wished to strike, her playfulness, her philosophies, and of course, some amazing readings of her poetry. I would never have come to know the intimacy I feel towards Los Angeles without her and her poems.
With all my thanks-giving to Wanda,
"Racism is a complex dynamic. And what goes on, the messages people send you without even opening their mouths. It’s in the eyes. One of my book titles is A War of Eyes, because that’s essentially what racism is. It’s someone looking at you and deciding you’re subhuman, they hate you, you don’t get the job, you don’t get the money, you don’t get this, you don’t get what you want. Your dream doesn’t come true and they don’t have to say a word. It’s all in the eyes. And if you’re gonna enter that world you’re gonna have to develop what W.E.B. DuBois called ‘double vision.’ You have to be able to turn around and look at yourself with those eyes. That way, you can structure a defense against it. To be forewarned is to be forearmed."