anyone know anyone who knows anything about anywhere to eat in berlin? going for a week and don't eat sausages...
This is what happens when Google indexes your page 600 times in two days. Maybe my best search hit yet, and what’s more, the results page for “Gnosticism+light+container+body+darkness+gather” leads to some classic internet nonsense. Like my page, right there between Jung and Mormon Monkeys. And who could argue with Vineyard - New Wineskins Effeminate Worship? Who could understand it? But hey, organized religion only has itself to blame as seekers turn elsewhere.
Which brings me to that predatory priest problem. I actually heard a Catholic apologist use the term “wounded healer”, so you know they’re on the defensive. It’s true though: the Church is pretty much blind to the lessons of shamanism, or at least it’s not willing to admit to any parallels with “primitive religion”. Our priests are supposed to be superheros, not sufferers. Another Cardinal, insisting on the necessity of celibacy, said it was “God’s gift to the Church”, but it seems more like the tax exacted for being a little too close to God. It’s a funny idea for a species reliant on sexual reproduction, but it keeps coming up. Every culture seems to think someone should be celibate. Not you or me, of course, but someone...
Anyway, we can’t let them blame the whole thing on celibacy, or homosexuality as a vector of evil, so I’ve got a modest proposal. Allow the gay priests. Encourage it. Require it. Think of it as a shamanic ritual enforcing the distance between clerical and lay culture. They already comprise a special sexual class, this way is just more honest; the priests admit to their sin, instead of pretending to be above it all. And after vespers they can all get together and, you know, forgive each other. If it’s all out in the open there’ll be fewer problems. People will respect the Church for this sort of genuine reform. And they’ll keep a eye on their children.
Which brings me to that predatory priest problem. I actually heard a Catholic apologist use the term “wounded healer”, so you know they’re on the defensive. It’s true though: the Church is pretty much blind to the lessons of shamanism, or at least it’s not willing to admit to any parallels with “primitive religion”. Our priests are supposed to be superheros, not sufferers. Another Cardinal, insisting on the necessity of celibacy, said it was “God’s gift to the Church”, but it seems more like the tax exacted for being a little too close to God. It’s a funny idea for a species reliant on sexual reproduction, but it keeps coming up. Every culture seems to think someone should be celibate. Not you or me, of course, but someone...
Anyway, we can’t let them blame the whole thing on celibacy, or homosexuality as a vector of evil, so I’ve got a modest proposal. Allow the gay priests. Encourage it. Require it. Think of it as a shamanic ritual enforcing the distance between clerical and lay culture. They already comprise a special sexual class, this way is just more honest; the priests admit to their sin, instead of pretending to be above it all. And after vespers they can all get together and, you know, forgive each other. If it’s all out in the open there’ll be fewer problems. People will respect the Church for this sort of genuine reform. And they’ll keep a eye on their children.
catch our friend steve dib in cremaster 3
Aung San Suu Kyi released!
heres a link to some info on ESG following our disco conversation of last friday evening.
Saw Spider Man last night. This would have been a great movie if they just took out the embarassingly crappy love story, and the overlong sappy back story. Of course the movie would have only been 10 minutes then. But it would be an amazing 10 minutes!
As is, this should be a big hit with 11 year old girls.
As is, this should be a big hit with 11 year old girls.
how deadicated are you? got a spare half mil?
an independent web designer is hired to design, build, host and maintain a commercial website which has mainly photo and video content. relationship continues for three years.
then the website company says, thanks for all your great work, but i now have someone who is going to take over maintenance of the site for free, please hand everything over. independent contractor says no way, this is my work, i own it. here's all your original content back, good luck.
should he have to hand everything over or does he have ownership rights on the site?
then the website company says, thanks for all your great work, but i now have someone who is going to take over maintenance of the site for free, please hand everything over. independent contractor says no way, this is my work, i own it. here's all your original content back, good luck.
should he have to hand everything over or does he have ownership rights on the site?
And if he doesn't want a Max Bill wristwatch, get him that robot spider kit he's always dreamed of...
Adding to the games of May, our friend Michelle Segre has a show opening at Murray Guy on 5/11. Unfortunately, I don't have the browser to view the site, but here's a drawing. I think this show will be full-blown sculpture. In the past she's created oversize renderings of things you might find in a dark corner: mushrooms; moldy bread; chicken bones, with a sort of natural history museum flavor. Not sure what's up this time, but it ought to be interesting.
From NY Mag: Cold Comfort
The Brooklyn Ice Cream Factory opened last fall with a streamlined assortment of classic, all-natural flavors, a spectacular location in a twenties fireboat house on the Brooklyn waterfront, and the financial backing of the River Café next door, where, unbeknownst to many, pastry chef Ellen Sternau concocts all the factory's toppings and syrups. The only thing missing, until recently, was hot fudge, a glaring omission for certain sundae enthusiasts. "It's one of the hardest things to get right," says perfectionist ice-cream maker Mark Thompson, who tasted the store-bought competition and charged Sternau with improving on it. She rose to the challenge, using high-grade Michel Cluizel chocolate with a 72 percent cacao content for deep, dark fudge that's worth the wait -- and a walk across the Brooklyn Bridge.
Brooklyn Ice Cream Factory
Fulton Ferry Landing, Brooklyn
The Brooklyn Ice Cream Factory opened last fall with a streamlined assortment of classic, all-natural flavors, a spectacular location in a twenties fireboat house on the Brooklyn waterfront, and the financial backing of the River Café next door, where, unbeknownst to many, pastry chef Ellen Sternau concocts all the factory's toppings and syrups. The only thing missing, until recently, was hot fudge, a glaring omission for certain sundae enthusiasts. "It's one of the hardest things to get right," says perfectionist ice-cream maker Mark Thompson, who tasted the store-bought competition and charged Sternau with improving on it. She rose to the challenge, using high-grade Michel Cluizel chocolate with a 72 percent cacao content for deep, dark fudge that's worth the wait -- and a walk across the Brooklyn Bridge.
Brooklyn Ice Cream Factory
Fulton Ferry Landing, Brooklyn
absolutly sensational new dish at 71CFF, full flavored ramp etc soup with squab--ROCKS!!
big game hunting
anybody familiar with eric drooker?
Thousands more cute pictures like this one await you at the VCL Anthropomorphic Image Library. The image I selected is Mulonica, a dragon created by Krystal Ishida (aka Mystica), which reminds me of Rousseau's Sleeping Gypsy. I have to say, as an artist, Krystal has got it goin' on. (Check out her page at VCL here.) She works in Paintshop Pro, and I love the "watercolor" textures she uses, in combination with her pixelated line. Her drawings of Pokemon and other anime-type characters have real punch and verve, and she sneaks in a lot of autobiography under the guise of these cuddly critters (VCL guidelines dictate that drawings be "furry/anthropomorphic"). If she wants a character to look angry, it looks angry. Ditto sad, lonely, sprightly... In other words, she's a "natural," and it's quite unfair to read her post that "my dad said that if my art was for sale, no one would buy it off me any way." Dad, you are so wrong!
"Nay, I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak nothing but 'Mortimer' ...." -- Henry IV
The story goes that some guy released in Central Park all the birds mentioned by Shakespeare. The European starling , released in 1890, now occurs throughout much of North America. The English house sparrow, like the house fly, house mouse, and Norwegian rat, followed Europeans throughout the world, currently occupying a greater range of habitat than any other bird on earth. Some claim exotic species should be welcomed due to their ability to occupy habitat so disturbed that native species are struggling, but the most successfull invaders are known to outcompete and displace native species. One year i cleared out some starlings nesting in cavities in an old box elder tree in the front yard, and some northern flickers nested there instead, succesfully hatching out two chicks. I felt pretty proud watching over them with an air rifle. The monk parakeet though .....
The story goes that some guy released in Central Park all the birds mentioned by Shakespeare. The European starling , released in 1890, now occurs throughout much of North America. The English house sparrow, like the house fly, house mouse, and Norwegian rat, followed Europeans throughout the world, currently occupying a greater range of habitat than any other bird on earth. Some claim exotic species should be welcomed due to their ability to occupy habitat so disturbed that native species are struggling, but the most successfull invaders are known to outcompete and displace native species. One year i cleared out some starlings nesting in cavities in an old box elder tree in the front yard, and some northern flickers nested there instead, succesfully hatching out two chicks. I felt pretty proud watching over them with an air rifle. The monk parakeet though .....
The ballad of John Henry came up the other night. We dated it to the late 1800's since it involves railroads, but it seems to be more freighted than that (sorry). It's not a railroad song the way Casey Jones is, though it relates to the building of the railroads. It's not really a work song, either, though it bears some similarity to Take This Hammer (both songs sung by Lead Belly). TTH would have been sung while actually swinging a hammer, with an appropriate exclamation for each strike, even as the singer dreams of walking away from the job. John Henry is more of a story song, and a complex one at that. Man versus machine is the main theme, and man wins, but kills himself in the process. Seems like a theme that would appear earlier in the Industrial Revolution, but I'm not coming up with any examples off hand. Anybody know any tales of weavers outpacing the new mills, or suchlike? Beyond that, there are racial and sexual angles that have sometimes been bowdlerized. This page goes over some of the ground. Apparently there's some basis in fact, and the West Virginia tunnel in question is certainly real, but the truth gets harder to discern over time (oh wait, that's a work of fiction?). Although JH is almost always assumed to be a black man, the song seems to have had more resonance in the 30s than the 60s. Perhaps his noble victory in defeat was more appealing to the labor unionizers than to the civil rights movement?
another reason to hate IRWIN
Dud of the Month
THE LANGLEY SCHOOLS MUSIC PROJECT Innocence and Despair (Bar/None)
Hans Fenger was a gifted teacher on a mission. Cutting keepsake vinyl for his kiddie choir was a great way for him to reward past involvement while inspiring more. Irwin Chusid is a tedious ideologue with a hustle. Turning that vinyl into a collectible CD is the latest way for him to remind the converted that artistic intention is reserved for the beholder in these postmodern times—especially if the beholder has a hustle. A few of these songs were great, a few of them sucked, and every one was more innocent and/or desperate in its original version except Barry Manilow's (but not the Bay City Rollers'). A special annoyance is the reportedly tear-jerking "Desperado" by a 10-year-old who doesn't seem to have any idea what the song means, which is to her credit as a human being but not as a singer. The sole revelation is Brian Wilson, whose six songs still sound like themselves. C MINUS
-christgau
Dud of the Month
THE LANGLEY SCHOOLS MUSIC PROJECT Innocence and Despair (Bar/None)
Hans Fenger was a gifted teacher on a mission. Cutting keepsake vinyl for his kiddie choir was a great way for him to reward past involvement while inspiring more. Irwin Chusid is a tedious ideologue with a hustle. Turning that vinyl into a collectible CD is the latest way for him to remind the converted that artistic intention is reserved for the beholder in these postmodern times—especially if the beholder has a hustle. A few of these songs were great, a few of them sucked, and every one was more innocent and/or desperate in its original version except Barry Manilow's (but not the Bay City Rollers'). A special annoyance is the reportedly tear-jerking "Desperado" by a 10-year-old who doesn't seem to have any idea what the song means, which is to her credit as a human being but not as a singer. The sole revelation is Brian Wilson, whose six songs still sound like themselves. C MINUS
-christgau
Waitaminnit, is this what one has to look forward to in Montana?
Blizzards, hunger, scorching sun, forest fires, the neighbors, and more…
Per my pal with a Belgium wife, the hot new restaurant in Brussels is Belga Queen, i saw on a Brussels site its a 4 out of 5 star spot for food, my buddy said its delish w/ fab design....the bathrooms are uni-sex and all the stalls are clear glass, he was alone in there with two girls at the sink, he went into one and as he entered the glass darkened and he just saw silouettes(sp?) outside and inside others....
Quick but delish bite's at Picholine was better than ever....
Finally made it to the infamous Berta's Chateau in rural N.J., and Tommaso's in Brooklyn after at least a 5 year break...
"One was a species of falcon called the Eurasian kestrel (Falco tinnunculus), a long-tailed, swift-flying bird about a foot long or longer. The other was a shorebird called a Pacific golden plover (Pluvialis fulva), a plump creature about 10 inches long, with a black belly and golden highlights in its feathers."
