It wasn't as strange as it might seem for the author to coin OK as an abbreviation for "all correct." There was a fashion then for playful abbreviations like i.s.b.d (it shall be done), r.t.b.s (remains to be seen), and s.p. (small potatoes). They were the early ancestors of OMG, LOL, and tl;dr. A twist on the trend was to base the abbreviations on alternate spellings or misspellings, so "no go" was k.g. (know go) and "all right" was o.w. (oll write). So it wasn't so surprising for someone come up with o.k. for oll korrect. What is surprising is that it ended up sticking around for so long while the other abbreviations faded away.

i just liked this because lionel messi (far left) looks like he is dressed for class pictures compared to his mostly brazilian teammates. also, none of them is taller than 5'7". not quite the fashion plates as some nba players but at least a c+ for effort.

 what could this mean for spring break?

took me a minute....

Of all of Foucault’s claims that Zamora criticizes, it is this last one he believes poses the most danger. As long as the left continues to favor fights against marginality over fights against exploitation, it will remain, as Foucault did, a hopeless pawn in neoliberalism’s advance. Zamora is not alone in making this argument. Indeed, his is part of a larger view of the last 40 years that sees the rise of late-20th-century capitalism as being integrally linked with a loss of the left’s critical edge, either through the process of co-optation by the status quo, or isolation into provincial academic circles. It is this view of recent history that motivates Zamora’s attempt to Criticize Foucault. In order to break out of the left’s spiral downward, he believes, it is important to pinpoint the moment at which the left took a wrong turn so as to reverse that turn’s catastrophic effects.

Can't seem to grab the light in photo's...This is pea shoot chicken broth with chive pork meatballs and chopped spring garlic, leek, fennel, bok choy, and two rabe's

For most of the last century, America’s cultural landscape—its fashion, art, music, design, entertainment—changed dramatically every 20 years or so. But these days, even as technological and scientific leaps have continued to revolutionize life, popular style has been stuck on repeat, consuming the past instead of creating the new.

time to break out those hannukah bush ornaments, people! winter is back!! or is this just one giant game of thrones promo? someone get a snowflake under a microscope, stat!!! damn you, jon snow. you know noothin'.

pretty good reviews overall for netflix latest drama bloodlines (out now) but a mixed bag from those critics i generally appreciate. its a dysfunctional family drama from the creators of damages set in the florida keys with an evolving murder scenario over the course of the season. stars the dad from friday night lights, kyle chandler, sissy spacek, linda cardellini a lot of actors ive never heard of,  a few appearances from chloe sevigny and one from sam shepard.

On a country road not far from Santa Fe, a white BMW sedan came flying along. Not more than six inches above the steering wheel, the piercing face of one of the most remarkable heads of our time was fixed upon the road ahead. There was a glimpse of close‑cut gray hair, a strong jaw, cheeks the color of a McIntosh apple, a face for all weathers. Hardly had the vision passed than a friend said, "Who on earth was that? She looked like Beethoven's sister." "Not at all," I replied. "That is Agnes Martin, the painter." "Agnes Martin?" he said. "The celebrated recluse? The painter of abstract altarpieces? The one who breathes air too fine and too thin for the rest of us? Didn't you see those formidable forearms? This had to be someone else."

might be in on this concept if, ya know, they actually sang the songs. and maybe if the hosts were legitimately funny.

A working microwave thruster would radically cut the cost of satellites and space stations and extend their working life, drive deep-space missions, and take astronauts to Mars in weeks rather than months. In hindsight, it may turn out to be another great British invention that someone else turned into a success.

this looks like a pretty good site for the cord cutter in you.

this is actually the first line in the description for a wb pilot airing tonight. its from the creator of veronica mars so i guess it will at least have a sense of humor about its stupid premise.

A zombie helps Seattle police solve murders by experiencing victims' memories when she eats their brains.

im in on better call saul after binging the first seven episodes. can breaking bad be far behind? much less intense and more comically oriented according to press reports. and im predisposed to like it because of bob odenkirk as the lead, he of sketch comedys mr show. show creator vince gilligan is two for two in bringing out the dramatic side of comedic performers. also michael mckean is in this as well.

i missed this event this year but im sure there must be some clips floating around.

For St Patrick’s Day, TCM shows Finian’s Rainbow at 5:30 today. By no means a very good film, but interesting from several angles. Francis Ford Coppola’s first big budget film (someone at the studio saw Demntia 13 and said “this guy should be doing musicals”?) Fred Astaire’s last singing and dancing role. Rare American acting role for Petula Clark. Odd mash up of ‘40’s progressive source material by legendary lefty Yip Harburg of Buddy Can You Spare a Dime and Wizard of Oz fame, with 60’s hippiesque treatment filtered through Li’l Abner. Leading man vaguely inspired by Woody Guthrie. And an over the top leprechaun performance by Tommy Steele. Downright weird.

STEVE DIBENEDETTO
Mile High Psychiatry
MARCH 20 - APRIL 18, 2015
OPENING RECEPTION: FRIDAY, MARCH 20, 6-8PM

“The authorities demand indifference regarding your participation in ignoring their request” is an elliptical non-declaration contained deep within a large canvas by Steve DiBenedetto.

Through scraps and globs and stabs and billows, those words have dissolved into a pre-linguistic slime. The actual, legible sentence has now been reduced into (or by) every conceivable strategy for paint application while maintaining the sentiment dripping from that once written ouroboros : “The authorities demand indifference regarding your participation in ignoring their request”

Elsewhere, the exhaust pipe from Wyatt’s choppered Harley a la Easy Rider spits the same CO2 fumes it feigns to be filtering away back onto the canvas. With more scrutiny, we see that those fumes are just being sucked back into bodies of the composition’s other passengers, including one octopus. This is not a basic octopus. Basic octopi are not socialized. They forgo language for body manipulation and alterations of skin color, communicating through a state Terrence McKenna describes as “both psychedelic and telepathic”. Not this guy, this octopus has a chalkboard and he’s learning how to make marks on it. He’s a socialized (or social-ish) octopus and with one tentacle coiled around a nub of chalk he communicates to us his intimate thoughts about the paranormal, modern architecture, and the subplots of Apocalypse Now, with scraps and globs and stabs and billows.

DiBenedetto paints while standing up. On his feet he develops a counterintuitive strategy towards abstraction. Instead of negating language and iconography, he looks to over-expand them through swarming gestures, reaching a point where they collapse under the pressure of their own weight, meaning, and paranoid history. Structurally speaking, DiBenedetto’s paintings have more in common with Thomas Pynchon than his art world peers. This enterprising sprawl of paint presents an unsolvable equation similar to the question of: how do I ignore the authorities demand for me to participate in ignoring their request?

Steve DiBenedetto (b. 1958) has exhibited extensively, including recent shows with Half Gallery, New York, David Nolan Gallery, New York, Daniel Weinberg Gallery, Los Angeles, a two person exhibition with Terry Winters at National Exemplar, New York, as well as a solo exhibition with Derek Eller Gallery in 2002. His work is included in public collections such as the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston, The Museum of Modern Art, New York, and the Whitney Museum of American Art, New York. He is participating in an exhibition at The American Academy of Arts and Letters, on view March 12 - April 12, 2015; and also has an upcoming solo show at The Aldrich Contemporary Art Museum. This exhibition is presented in cooperation with David Nolan Gallery, New York.

Derek Eller Gallery is located at 615 West 27th Street, between 11th and 12th Avenues. Hours are Tuesday - Saturday, 11 am - 6 pm. For further information or images, please contact the gallery at 212-206-6411 or visit www.derekeller.com

this is an excerpt from a movie called the other final which documents an international friendly played between the two lowest ranked fifa teams on the same day as the 2002 world cup final. its bhutan vs. monserrat. im mostly posting it for the announcers description of the desconsolate goaltender after allowing in a direct kick. also the setting in bhutan is picturesque even if the field leaves much to be desired.