In Part 1 of “My Saga,” which was published March 1, the Norwegian novelist Karl Ove Knausgaard journeyed from his home in Sweden to Canada, with the intention of tracing the Viking trail from L’Anse aux Meadows, the first European settlement in North America, into the United States and westward to Alexandria, Minn., site of a possibly fraudulent Viking runestone. After several setbacks, and with just days to spare before he had to catch his return flight to Sweden, Knausgaard met the photographer Peter van Agtmael in Cleveland, and the two of them drove to Detroit.
Is Charlie Brown a terrible manager? Yes. He’s no great tactician and no great leader, and his team’s record would make the Cleveland Spiders grateful. His blindness toward his own lack of talent, and the fact that he allows himself to overshadow Linus, his second-best player, are nearly villainous. He provides zero inspiration and often loses crucial games single-handedly. There’s no question he loves the game and works hard, but his refusal to innovate or even to mix things up is criminal on a losing ballclub. He really does deserve the criticism so often lobbed at him by his players.
Danish politican Nikita Klaestrup
Kramer is one of 113 people in the world, and the only former chef, to be certified as a Master Bladesmith. To earn this title (which is conferred by the American Bladesmith Society, of Texarkana, Texas), Kramer underwent five years of practice and study, culminating in the manufacture, through hand-forging, of six knives. Five had to be of gallery-quality designs; the fifth was a roughly finished, fifteen-inch Bowie knife, which Kramer had to employ to accomplish four tasks, in this order: Cut through a one-inch thick piece of manila rope in a single swipe; chop through a two-by-four, twice; place the blade on one’s forearm and, with the belly of the blade that has done all this chopping, shave; and finally, lock the knife in a vice and bend it ninety degrees without having it crack. The combination of these challenges tests steel’s central but conflicting capabilities: its flexibility and its hardness. If tested thusly, my boning knife, despite being hand-made, would have snapped like a toothpick.
TCM Remembers Albert Maysles– Monday, March. 23
8 p.m. "Grey Gardens" (1976)
10:00 p.m. "Salesman" (1968)
11:45 p.m. "Gimme Shelter" (1970)
1:30 a.m. "Meet Marlon Brando" (1968)
if you ever wanted to buy a criterion collection movie today is the day. every listing is half off for the next 24 hours.
i have less than a year to work on my look of disappointment. im calling it 'blackface.' how hansel is that?
i (and undoubtedly others) joked that brian williams ought to consider taking over for jon stewart as his "credibility" as a newsreader is now in jeopardy for fibbing while trying to impress the octogenarians that still watch the nightly news. apparently i (and others) wasnt that far off base as this long expose reveals that he expressed an interest in taking over for letterman and leno upon their retiring. of course if he took over for stewart he might be forced into actually covering the news rather than just mugging for the camera.
We still talk about the British conquering India, but that phrase disguises a more sinister reality. It was not the British government that seized India at the end of the 18th century, but a dangerously unregulated private company headquartered in one small office, five windows wide, in London, and managed in India by an unstable sociopath – Clive.
To fully understand the profound impact of the new picture framing styles advocated by four artists, James Abbott McNeill Whistler, Frederic Edwin Church, Stanford White and Hermann Dudley Murphy, it is illuminating to view the cultural and aesthetic contexts from which their art and ideas emerged. The shift in aesthetic ideals in the mid-l9th century redefined art in all its forms, extending even to the conceptual intermediary, the picture frame.
i can see why nbc passed on the unbreakable kimmy schmidt, its actually funny and that goes against their core principles regarding comedies lately. apparently they produced this tina fey helmed sitcom, and then realizing it would make the rest of their awful comedies look terrible by comparison, they shipped it off to netflix which has already ordered a second season. its not quite the rapid fire joke machine that 30 rock was but it slowly builds over the course of the first season (ive seen seven of thirteen) into a consistently funny vehicle for ellie kemper (from the office) and her band of misfits.
if you smell french toast does that mean you are having a french stroke?
At around the same time, at the end of the 1970s, a small clutch of enterprising New York dealers, with European ties, determined to take back the art world. They put a shot across artists’ bows by exhibiting imported Italian and German neo-neo-Expressionist paintings, work that not only seemed to shriek FASCIST at a largely dumbstruck community of artists, but also it was huge and expensive… and composed of unique, hand-made objects, the very characteristics artists had determined to leave behind.
For SDB, a Victor Hugo octopus:
