The first single from Boards of Canada’s new album due out on June 11. I can actually feel my heart beating faster at the thought of a new BoC album. Can. Not. Wait.
This is an actual movie that premiered at Cannes. This is what The Guardian had to say:
Equipped by Einstein and the CIA with a bespoke Wheelchair Of Death, America’s wartime president battles polio-carrying Nazi werewolves in this imaginative new biopic. But there’s time for romance, too: an image on the back of the flyer shows a blonde lady joking around with a couple of melons. Also on the flyer, an early review from Paperblog.com: “Boom! This version of FDR blows that shitty Hyde Park On Hudson movie out of the fucking water.” Clearly, Roger Ebert’s legacy lives on.
With Barry Bostick *and* Ray Wise? Wow. There are more at over on the Guardian’s review of the worst films at Cannes.
edit… here’s the trailer (NSFW)
A 10-point statement of armistice to broker a biker–pedestrian detente . Sounds pretty reasonable to me.
Make a few copies of the picture above . . if you’re a habitual pedestrian, put a copy in your bag and pull it out the next time you find yourself cut off by a self-absorbed cyclist. If you’re a cyclist, keep the contract in your pannier and hand it to the next clueless pedestrian you find wandering aimlessly in the bike lane. Or just post it on Facebook, as an electronic vote in favor of biker–pedestrian detente, With a little more cooperation, maybe we can make urban life a smidgen less tense.
Five Rules for Pedestrians
1. Don’t stand in the bike lane when you’re waiting to cross the street. This is huge. New Yorkers hate standing on the sidewalk; it sometimes feels like everyone is playing a version of hot lava in which the street is the only refuge. But as you position yourself to get a head start before the light changes, take care not to plant yourself in the middle of a bike lane (or, if there’s no bike lane, on the edge of the lane where cyclists often ride). This goes double if you wear music-blaring headphones that make it impossible for cyclists to alert you to their approach.
2. Look before you open your cab door, and get out of the way quickly after exiting your cab. Would you open a cab door into a traffic lane without checking first to see if a car was coming? Then don’t open a cab door into a bike lane without checking first to see if a bike is coming. Would you take your sweet time lingering in the middle of a heavily trafficked street after exiting a cab? Then get out of the way as soon as possible after stepping into a bike lane.
3. Don’t walk or run in the bike lane. If you absolutely must walk or run in the bike lane because, oh, a flash mob has broken into dance and taken over the entire sidewalk, be sure to walk against traffic so you can get out of the way when a cyclist approaches.
4. Jaywalk with caution. Jaywalking is a long, proud New York tradition, one that we would never dream of asking anyone to give up. On the whole, New York pedestrians are very good at looking into traffic, gauging how fast those distant cars are going, and timing their illicit walking to avoid getting hit by a car. Now you need to do the same to avoid getting hit by bicycles. Every time you think of crossing even though the orange hand is illuminated—or when you think of crossing outside the bounds of a crosswalk—make a point of looking for approaching cyclists. If your visibility is limited, don’t cross.
5. Don’t get offended or angry when cyclists ring their bells at you or yell at you. Most cyclists aren’t being smug sadists; they’re just trying to keep you safe by preventing a collision. (And if you follow the above rules, cyclists probably won’t ring their bells at you very often.)
Five Rules for Cyclists
1. Make yourself visible when riding at night. Pedestrians know to look for car headlights, but far too many bike riders forgo being clearly visible after sundown. For pedestrians’ safety, and yours, please don’t camouflage yourself. At the very least, you should wear brightly colored or reflective clothing. An even better idea: Equip your bike with a light. It’s the law, after all. (Thankfully, Citi Bikes come equipped with reflectors and self-powered lights.)
2. Don’t ride against traffic. There are lots of one-way streets in New York, and pedestrians are used to looking toward the oncoming traffic to figure out whether it’s safe to cross. If you’re riding against traffic, they won’t be able to see you, which makes a collision much more likely. (It’s also incredibly annoying to other cyclists.)
3. Don’t ride on the sidewalk. Just don’t. There are already hordes of slow-moving tourists and distracted walkers bumping into one another while playing with their phones. No need to add to the chaos by forcing people to dodge bikes as well.
4. Run red lights with caution. Just as New York pedestrians love to jaywalk, so do some New York cyclists hurry through red lights when there aren’t any cars coming. That’s fine—so long as you do so carefully. If you’re going to “jayride,” slow down and check for people in the crosswalk first, so as not to hit any pedestrians who may not anticipate you coming while cars are stopped at a light. This is especially important if you’re riding on the dotted line in between cars in the car lane—pedestrians hate being the subject of sneak attacks from in between cars. And while you’re waiting to slip past the red light, don’t just park your bike right in the middle of the crosswalk—pedestrians should not have to walk all the way around you when they have the right of way.
5. Don’t bring your bike on the subway during rush hour. Bikes are the biggest waste of train space during a packed commute—and unlike strollers, there’s no good reason for them to be on a subway. There are few things more frustrating than being forced to rub up against a stranger just because a bike is taking up room meant for five additional bodies—except for finding oneself unable to exit the train because a bike is blocking the doors.
Conversations with a two year-old
Color footage of London in 1927. Neato.
Amazing colour footage from London in 1927. Music by Jonquil and Yann Tiersen.
Incredible colour footage of 1920s London shot by an early British pioneer of film named Claude Frisse-Greene, who made a series of travelogues using the colour process his father William - a noted cinematographer - was experimenting with. It’s like a beautifully dusty old postcard you’d find in a junk store, but moving.
I promise I won’t miss it next year.
George Saunders is incredibly talented. His stories are dark and funny and satirical and have a way of cutting through the chaff to get right to the things about being human that make it wonderful and a total tightrope walk. He also does it in such a masterful way that you approach themes that you’ve heard and thought and read about before with fresh eyes… as if you had heard and thought and read about them before.
He has a new collection of stories out called Tenth of December. Here’s the story that gives the book it’s title:
He also had a story, The Semplica-Girl Diaries, published in the New Yorker last Fall… and followed it up with a revealing interview with the New Yorker’s fiction editor Deborah Triesman around the time it was published. Every time I read one of his stories I’m amazed at his consistency… and every time I read an interview with him I’m amazed at how down-to-earth and yet how perceptive he is.
A fennec fox walks against the wind in Morocco.
This is one of a number of entries for the National Geographic Traveler photo contest. You can see more at The Atlantic’s In Focus photoblog.
After reviewing the evidence and considering how I was an often unhappy middle schooler, 1986 contains a shocking amount of my favorite things.
Steely Dan is still one of the more divisive albums among music fans, in my opinion. It’s such a really-love-it or really-don’t situation, and i’ve seen it cause the most head-shakingly-dismissive responses (either from fans at non-fans, or vice versa) among folks who would otherwise have virtually no other musical disagreements.
I count myself in the latter group, but don’t dismiss those that love it—primarily because I really can’t put my finger on why it disagrees with me.