IMAX has diluted their brand with lots of different formats. The top-end IMAX formats are relatively rare. For the new Star Wars, these theaters will have the best formats. Two are near me.
Star Wars: The Force Awakens in IMAX 3D in IMAX with Laser
California
TCL Chinese Theatres IMAX – Hollywood
AMC Metreon 16 & IMAX – San Francisco
AMC Universal CityWalk Stadium 19 & IMAX – Universal City
Massachusetts
Sunbrella IMAX 3D Theatre, Jordan’s Furniture Reading – Reading
Ontario
Scotiabank Toronto & IMAX – Toronto
Virginia
Airbus IMAX, Stephen F. Udvar-Hazy Center – Chantilly
Washington
Boeing IMAX, Pacific Science Center – Seattle
Star Wars: The Force Awakens in IMAX 2D on IMAX 15/70mm Film Projection
Alabama
McWane Center IMAX Dome Theatre – Birmingham
IMAX, U.S. Space & Rocket Center – Huntsville
California
Hackworth IMAX Dome, The Tech Museum – San Jose
Florida
Museum of Discovery & Science AutoNation IMAX – Ft. Lauderdale
IMAX Dome, Museum of Science & Industry – Tampa
Indiana
IMAX, Indiana State Museum - Indianapolis
Iowa
Blank IMAX Dome, Science Center of Iowa – Des Moines
Missouri
Branson’s IMAX, Entertainment Complex – Branson
St. Louis Science Center OMNIMAX Theatre – St. Louis
Pennsylvania
Tuttleman IMAX, The Franklin Institute– Philadelphia
Washington, DC
Lockheed Martin IMAX, National Air & Space Museum
a history of Tompkins Square Park.
I remember the bandshell. 1st location for Wigstock, etc.
Long overdue stop at my old fav Bar Masa......I had an hour to kill between meetings.....this meal took 34 minutes to eat, and was tax deductable......sushi, uni califlower risotto, fish noodle pasta (gluten free)
ny times apes a 1908 style sports page (short of the header) in honor of mets pennant victory over cubs.
candy corn. beats all of the pumpkin spice nonsense out there.
the plumbing clusterfuck continues. i cant go into it too much without raising my blood pressure to alarming heights, but on the upside i did manage to ruin the day of my upstairs neighbors even more than mine, and, of course, misery loves company. all the plumber (thats probably to generous a title) managed to do to them was promise to come around one and not show up til six, then buy the wrong sized toilet, get into a fight about carving out room in the back wall in an attempt to squeeze it in, and then once he put there original one back, set off some serious waterworks in my apartment when they tested it out. meaning he literally made whatever was wrong much much worse.
so just when he thought he was done for the night around 10 he had to come down to my place and he maybe identified the source of the leak in a corroded pipe which he then somehow temporarily patched. that was another four hours which included cleaning and carting away two large bags of rubble necessary to remove from the ceiling to reach the pipe.
and where do we stand? well, my neighbor was fed up and somewhat drunkenly berated him. i wasnt exactly going to tell him to calm down but i dont know how helpful it was. but unlike me he is ready to put his money where his mouth is. he doesnt want the plumber to come back to his apt so hes ready to pay for a plumber. and i believe him but that doesnt solve the hole in my ceiling o nce they are through.
so, stay tuned.
Roughly 100,825,272,791 people have ever died.
films i watched last week on tcm are part of a women directors themed month. more tonight.
finally came upon why there so much back to the future crap lately. this week is the date that they travel to in the sequel.
The Roots of Radical Art at University of California, Irvine
"Created in 1965, in politically conservative Orange County, the University of California, Irvine's art department rapidly became a daunting force in the advancement of radical performance and conceptual art."
From 1964 to 1968, when I was a graduate student in painting at Hunter—studying with the sculptor Tony Smith, who’d talked and drunk with Pollock and Mark Rothko—I didn’t get the other picture. That I was pausing at the threshold, standing in the cool lobby of a male world. But the weeding out started as we grew up through the years, towards the strange clipped-free harvest of graduation. Some grad students would be offered jobs: to stay on at Hunter, instruct the next crop. Tony liked me; we’d hung out together, he’d dined at my house, made the obligatory, Mad Men-era drinking-thus-nobody’s-fault pass. He liked my work. But those jobs would go to male students as they had in prior years, to Doug Ohlson and Ralph Humphrey, who’d cling on for life
Because in the worlds of the arts, where you bob and crest on a sea of opinion, the steadying effect is a teaching job: the dependabilities—salary, benefits, the teaches-at line on the resume—are one more way the discipline is passed down through the male line.
Part was payback for the evolutionary residue: the simple fact of brute male strength. Those boys had constructed Tony’s maquettes for him (these are to-scale first drafts of sculptures) or in some cases painted his paintings (Tony supervising), and also gotten him packed into cars and taxis and back to South Orange before dawn. Tony was a drinker—that’s another gendered aspect of the field. The big-shouldered man, paint on his t-shirt and belt loops, swirling and asserting at the party. These men would secure high-paying jobs in the university system, though none painted better than me.
— Brian Phillips (@runofplay) October 14, 2015
Theory, Culture & Society
(PDF archive) start with the latest issue and work backwards...
mid-century la
im a head scarf and raccoon shy of devolving into grey gardens around here. and truth be told, a head scarf would be an improvement.
streaming on netflix
back stage Po-O
For L.M.
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In case you don't follow US politics, that's Jeb Bush, the "smart one".
