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my former roommate abuna posted this on google+ this morning. on a related note, i've found myself publishing content on google+ more often than blogger these days. feel free to follow me there: myers.blanca
Posted by Madame Lamb on Friday, August 26, 2011 at 12:29 AM
adrien de bontin, my dear friend, photog, and aesthetic illuminator, has a new website. adi, as we fondly call him, is a global citizen currently situated in buenos aires. like most talented creative minds, he's always on the go. follow his camera lens around the world at adriendebontin.tumblr.com. and, enjoy some tastes of his eyes:
Posted by Madame Lamb on Wednesday, June 29, 2011 at 10:10 AM
Posted by Madame Lamb on Friday, June 17, 2011 at 1:49 AM
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In iTunes, Choose Open Audio Stream from the Advanced menu to add the station to your library. Paste or enter the station’s URL (http://wwoz-sc.You can also stream the station in your browser, or get the app by jumping over to this page: http://www.wwoz
streamguys.com: 80/wwoz-hi.mp3) in the dialog that appears and click OK.
Posted by Madame Lamb on Thursday, June 16, 2011 at 10:45 AM
i disagree with a lot of what's going on in this graph, but i think it's a clever use of the scatterplot so i'm posting it.
Posted by Madame Lamb on Tuesday, May 17, 2011 at 6:11 PM
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last night i had a dream that my apartment was smashed to pieces. it was like pete townshend had been spent the night, and everything was broken; lampshades, hairbrushes, jewelry, plates, cups, silverware, walls, frames. it was strangely beautiful, though, and in my dream i didn't seem to mind it much at all. it brought me back to a poem by pablo neruda i read in professor maraniss's class at amherst. the poem is titled "ode to broken things" and is from neruda's 1956 compilation of odes to commonplace things called odas elementales. i especially enjoy the last line, "tantas cosas inútiles/que nadie rompe/pero se rompieron." the poem resonates much better in spanish, so those of you blessed with bilinguality jump here. enjoy.
Ode to broken things by Pablo Neruda
Things get broken
like they were pushed
by an invisible, deliberate smasher.
It's not my hands
It wasn't the girls
with their hard fingernails
or the motion of the planet.
It wasn't anything or anybody
It wasn't the wind
It wasn't the orange-colored noontime
Or night over the earth
It wasn't even the nose or the elbow
Or the hips getting bigger
or the ankle
or the air.
The plate broke, the lamp fell
All the flower pots tumbled over
one by one. That pot
which overflowed with scarlet
in the middle of October,
it got tired from all the violets
and another empty one
rolled round and round and round
all through winter
until it was only the powder
of a flowerpot,
a broken memory, shining dust.
And that clock
the voice of our lives,
thread of our weeks,
one by one, so many hours
for honey and silence
for so many births and jobs,
that clock also
and its delicate blue guts
among the broken glass
its wide heart
Life goes on grinding up
glass, wearing out clothes
and what lasts through time
is like an island on a ship in the sea,
surrounded by dangerous fragility
by merciless waters and threats.
Let's put all our treasures together
-- the clocks, plates, cups cracked by the cold --
into a sack and carry them
to the sea
and let our possessions sink
into one alarming breaker
that sounds like a river.
May whatever breaks
be reconstructed by the sea
with the long labor of its tides.
So many useless things
which nobody broke
but which got broken anyway.
Posted by Madame Lamb on Wednesday, May 4, 2011 at 7:01 AM
I shot about 30 rolls of slide film in malls from Long Island to North Dakota to Seattle. It was hard to tell from the images where they were taken, and that was kind of the point. I was interested in the creeping loss of regional differences. I thought a lot about Frank's "The Americans" as we drove from place to place without any sense of place."
talk about a time capsule...i like his last remark about the homogenous look and feel of these places. same shitty tiled-over, fake topiary, neon-light schtick goin on everywhere.
he's apparently trying to publish a book...thus explaining the kickstarter piece of it. if you've got some extra change lying around (perhaps that tax return...?), head on over and donate.
also, spent too much time looking up the song not to mention that 1: it's great, and 2: it's sleepyhead - "punk rock city usa"...good luck finding it.
Posted by Merkin Muffley on Wednesday, April 20, 2011 at 11:51 AM
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Posted by Madame Lamb on Monday, April 4, 2011 at 10:14 AM
mariel clayton, a photographer with a subversive sense of humor, cleverly portrays barbie as a psychotic narcissist... a la american psycho. these are funny, and kind of the opposite of cindy sherman's series of women in vulnerable settings.
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