Video for Grizzly Bear’s “Two Weeks.” Directed by Patrick Daughters.
The Tallest Man on Earth - The Gardener - A Take Away Show
Anyone who has spent more than five minutes with me over the past year knows about the Sol LeWitt retrospective. I’ve finally gotten around to posting pictures of some of the collateral I created for the show, which will be in our galleries for the next twenty-five years. The base of the design is the simple, geometric letterforms of Avant Garde Gothic as well as the usage of the primary colors (plus black)—both are an homage to LeWitt’s dogmatic use of color and form (in his early and mid-career work, at least).
Advance copies of the catalogue arrived this week and when the book goes on sale to a broader audience next month I’ll post pics of that, too. I’m anxiously looking forward to the response to that!
I’ve posted pictures of some new work from the exhibition These Days: Elegies for Modern Times over on my portfolio site. It’s a great show, full of dark, moody work that is at times beautiful and frightening. Of particular interest to me is George Bolster’s installation piece, Reckoner, which features a suspended narwhal, piped-in Radiohead, and striking drawings on the ceiling dripping tears.
It’s hard out there for a Yankees fan
I know that the title of this post is ridiculous, but it’s true, and not just because I live in the middle of Red Sox Nation. Bear with me…
I’ve been a Yankees fan since birth. Hartford is the line of demarcation in the Yankees/Red Sox divide, and because my father is a Yankees fan, I grew up one. The slick-fielding first baseman and 1985 MVP Don Mattingly was my childhood idol. I collected every single one of his baseball cards and I still have them in a binder on my bookshelf. By the time the Yankees got good (post-Showalter, early-Torre… and sadly, post-Mattingly), I was in high school and happy that my team was finally good. (Bear in mind that high schoolers don’t have much of a grasp of history, even if it includes 20-something World Series victories.)
I went through a period where I stopped following baseball (i.e. college), but several years ago I got back into it. I was still living in Hartford at the time and got the YES Network in my cable package. I watched all the games. Went through the Aaron Boone highs and the blowing-it-to-the-Red-Sox lows, and still my fandom never wavered.
Until now.
Maybe I was too loyal to realize it, but I hate the Yankees’ announcers and the Yankees’ press. Watching games and reading the recaps has become intolerable. On the radio, John Sterling is a total blowhard and Suzyn Waldman is rambling and sanctimonious. In between each pitch they feel compelled to editorialize some aspect of, oh, Yankee lore or the latest ESPN talking point or the back cover of the Post. It’s not like listening to a baseball game… it’s like watching a game with two assholes who won’t shut up. The YES Network, with their bevy of inarticulate former players and the annoying Michael Kay, are no better. Why can’t anyone just call the freaking game?
Two seasons ago I plopped down for the MLB.tv package and chose to listen to the opposing team’s announcers. It was a major improvement, but MLB.tv is expensive and I’m abstaining from that luxury this season (as well as the appealing $9.99 MLB iPhone app).
So how am I tracking baseball now? Well, I’ll still watch the Yankees when they’re on ESPN Sunday Night Baseball. I refuse to watch them on Fox, because Joe Buck is the worst baseball announcer in the game. I’ll give TBS’s Sunday baseball games a try. And I’ll read the box scores of MLB.com. And that’s it. I just want baseball. No commentary, please.
My kitchen.
Helder’s interview with Werner Herzog, conducted at MM.
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Awesome: Bon Iver performing Skinny Love on Later…
Frightened Rabbit - The Greys
I’m loving their new album, The Midnight Organ Fight. This video is for a song from their previous effort (which I don’t have yet). Also excellent.
