Greasy hands
| November 3, 2010 | Filled under Shorts |
I just changed my very first bicycle inner tube thanks to Sheldon Brown’s website. I feel like She-Woman. Rest in peace, Captain Bike.
Galveston
| November 2, 2010 | Filled under Shorts |
Even in its hedonic infrastructure, Galveston displayed grand aspirations. The city had five hundred saloons, more than New Orleans, a city not exactly known for banking its fires. Galveston’s poshest whorehouse was situated right behind its richest men’s club, the Artillery Club, which barred women except for an annual ball and the occasional coming-out party of a member’s daughter. The city’s most disreputable block was Fat Alley, between 28th and 29th. In Galveston alcohol was blood, but one could also gamble, acquire love, and lose oneself in an opium mist.
The city exhibited a rare harmony of spirit. Blacks, whites, Jews, and immigrants lived and worked side by side with an astonishing degree of mutual tolerance.
From Issac’s Storm. Oh how I wish the city was still like this.
Amerivespa 2010 Slow Race
| October 29, 2010 | Filled under Video |
My favorite part of any scooter rally.
I lost. But I was the last girl standing!
Girl 27
| October 24, 2010 | Filled under Video |
The story of Patricia Douglas is fascinating, depressing, and deserves to be told, but David Stenn is not the person to tell it. I watched this documentary over the weekend, and I agree with the commenter who said Stenn ruins the story with his fame-whorish attempt to insert himself into the story (not to mention his somewhat weak story line based almost entirely on speculation). Wish someone could do the story real justice. Still, it’s fucked up and you should watch it anyway. You’ll be a better person for the knowledge of this crime.
Their pool was perhaps the oldest in the country, a fieldstone rectangle, fed by a brook.
| September 21, 2010 | Filled under Blog |
Years ago, when I was a teenager, I caught a past-midnight screening of The Swimmer on Turner Classic Movies. I think I fell asleep before the film ended, and in the days before Netflix I was never able to find the movie to finish it.
Since then I’ve harbored a longstanding fascination with the film. It’s in the list of 350+ on my queue now, but last week, when Maud Newton tweeted about a story of the same name by John Cheever I realized the movie was based on the same short story, which you can read online here.
Summer ends today. Maybe I should bump the film to the top of my list?
