From last week’s episode of “This American Life”, “Mapping”: a Flickr set from cartographer Denis Wood (the guy mapping the pumpkins, power lines, and street lights in his neighborhood). (via) #
Archive for October, 2007
From bryanF.’s photostream. #
Greater Los Angeles
An amazing essay about our city.
No matter what you do in L.A., your behavior is appropriate for the city. Los Angeles has no assumed correct mode of use. You can have fake breasts and drive a Ford Mustang—or you can grow a beard, weigh 300 pounds, and read Christian science fiction novels. Either way, you’re fine: that’s just how it works. You can watch Cops all day or you can be a porn star or you can be a Caltech physicist. You can listen to Carcass—or you can listen to Pat Robertson. Or both. That’s how we dooz it.(via) #
L.A. is the apocalypse: it’s you and a bunch of parking lots. No one’s going to save you; no one’s looking out for you. It’s the only city I know where that’s the explicit premise of living there—that’s the deal you make when you move to L.A. The city, ironically, is emotionally authentic.
It says: no one loves you; you’re the least important person in the room; get over it. What matters is what you do there.
Ticketmaster surcharge to buy one ticket to the Beirut show at the Avalon this week: 54%. Want to have a paper ticket sent to you? 138%. #
“Favorites from Plimpton’s list of objects thrown by Rangers fans: soup cans, persimmon, eggs, a folding chair, and a dead rabbit.”
—The Weakerthans #
“You’ve got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.”
—Ray Bradbury (via) #
