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Sunday, September 22, 2013
Saturday, September 21, 2013
An Ivory Soap Orgy - an advertisement from about 1919
By Pablo Fanque, National Affairs Ed.
In this advertisement, from about 1919, did Madison Avenue try to exploit the homoerotic content of their image and message, or were they really completely unaware?
In this advertisement, from about 1919, did Madison Avenue try to exploit the homoerotic content of their image and message, or were they really completely unaware?
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Friday, September 20, 2013
Painting: Five women
By Jack Brummet
This is an analog-digital hybrid. I drew all the figures by hand, and then colored them in Photoshop. . .
Details:
This is an analog-digital hybrid. I drew all the figures by hand, and then colored them in Photoshop. . .
Details:
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Thursday, September 19, 2013
Middle finger of the year (and the usual monthly roundup)
By Mona Goldwater, Gestures and Signs Ed.
Here is our usual roundup of reader-submitted middle fingers, both celebrities and just regular folk like us. This first one, however, has to be our finger of the year (I can't remember if it was sent in by reader Jeff C or Dean E).
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Here is our usual roundup of reader-submitted middle fingers, both celebrities and just regular folk like us. This first one, however, has to be our finger of the year (I can't remember if it was sent in by reader Jeff C or Dean E).
But, then, a close runner-up has to be the middle finger given by former representative Anthony Weiner following his concession speech in the NYC Mayoral election primary. His parting shot to the press was to flip them off as he was driven away into much-deserved obscurity.
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Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Poem: Dasvidaniya, Ivan Ivanovitch
By Jack Brummet
Dasvidaniya,
Ivan Ivanovitch,
Living life like it couldn't last.
Each day you feel the marrrow diminish
And each week ending is a week too fast
From which there is no turning back.
So you cinch it up tight and leave no slack
To slip through those towering gates,
Relieved from duty in these United States,
Where you were born but never fit.
Now the powers that be coil and spit
As their venomed fangs are bared.
You want to abandon ship, but never dared
And paced and tried to raise the nerve,
Knowing or praying, hoping for the call
Before stumbling into that last blind curve.
It never came and now you sit and wait,
And swear this time you'll play it straight,
Hovering in circles until you stall.
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Living life like it couldn't last.
Each day you feel the marrrow diminish
And each week ending is a week too fast
From which there is no turning back.
So you cinch it up tight and leave no slack
To slip through those towering gates,
Relieved from duty in these United States,
Where you were born but never fit.
Now the powers that be coil and spit
As their venomed fangs are bared.
You want to abandon ship, but never dared
And paced and tried to raise the nerve,
Knowing or praying, hoping for the call
Before stumbling into that last blind curve.
It never came and now you sit and wait,
And swear this time you'll play it straight,
Hovering in circles until you stall.
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The White House Gang of Quentin Roosevelt
By Pablo Fanque, National Affairs Ed.
“Quentin Roosevelt, son of US 26th President, Theodore Roosevelt, and one of his “White House Gang” playmates, Roswell Pinckney in 1902. The White House Gang was made up of the young companions of the Roosevelt children who wrecked havoc on White House decorum, shooting spit balls at a portrait of Andrew Jackson, “Old Hickory,” wearing fake monocles to the dismay of the French ambassador who dropped his own into his tea upon seeing, the boys and a host of other childhood pranks that caught the attention of the press and the American people throughout TR’s 7 years in the White House. The Gang did not discriminate on the basis of race, national origin, or age, as the President, Theodore Roosevelt was allowed to be an honorary member.” - Wikipedia
Photos by Frances Johnston:
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Rainbow Music—the last record shop in the East Village
By Jack Brummet, Indie Music Ed.
The last independent record store (and maybe record store of any kind) in the East Village is at 130 1st Avenue. When I lived lived and worked in NYC, there were pocket music stores all around both the West and East Village. Like the dozens of wonderful old bookstores along 3rd, 4th, and Broadway, they've disappeared. And Rainbow Music is just barely hanging on.
The last independent record store (and maybe record store of any kind) in the East Village is at 130 1st Avenue. When I lived lived and worked in NYC, there were pocket music stores all around both the West and East Village. Like the dozens of wonderful old bookstores along 3rd, 4th, and Broadway, they've disappeared. And Rainbow Music is just barely hanging on.
Rainbow Music is a typical, cluttered indie shop with stacks of CDs, tapes and videos on every square inch of floor and table space. But the owner know where to find everything. The shop doesn’t even have a cash register; the owner, known as The Birdman (a former Wall Street analyst), does not actually know how to use one. The former Wall Street analyst keeps Rainbow Music alive, for now.
A Brooklyn filmmaker Jessie Aurritt put the Birdman’s story on film. This is pretty cool.
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Heinrich Hoffman's stunning photos of The Fuhrer that Hitler ordered destroyed
By Jack Brummet, World War II Ed.
After seeing the photographs, Hitler ordered Hoffmann to destroy the negatives. Hoffman instead tucked them away, where they were discovered by the Allies after the war.
Egon Hanfstaengl, the son of Hitler's foreign press officer, said in a documentary, Fatal Attraction Of Hitler: "He had that ability which is needed to make people stop thinking critically and just emote."
These photographs are considered to be in the public domain in the US due to their status as seized Nazi property (otherwise their copyrights would not yet have expired).
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Tuesday, September 17, 2013
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