1. Books for sale, at shockingly good prices
2. Melville House staff selling those books
3. Novellas and Neversinks in a never-ending battle for the Best Looking Small Trim Paperback Supremacy
4. 0.8 miles of extension cord (per Google Maps)
5. Almost enough bubble wrap
6. Slavoj Zizek’s non-union Brooklyn equivalent
7. Enough packing tape to restrain the books if they get agitated
8. One last bottle of Pappy Van Winkle 20 Yr Reserve
9. A tiny blue house that, when set upon your head, announces which borough you’re to be Sorted into (and this is final so no whining.)
10. A machine that melts Amazon gift cards into ploughshares
11. An advance screener of “Melville House Author Photos: The Outtakes”
12. Locally sourced iPad batteries
13. Custom-made Dr. Scholl’s insoles, the secret formula we can’t reveal except to say it’s carbon nanotubes
14. The machines we use to bring the Novel back from the dead
15. The definition of “scrivener” (not what you think)
16. Knausgaard repellent (hmm…)
17. Colophon gun (loaded)
18. A Bluetooth speaker blasting the entirety of Mastodon’s Leviathan on shuffle/repeat
19. The answers, all of the answers
20. A song-and-dance number featuring every New York small press, complete with 72-piece orchestra, pyrotechnics, Espresso book machine solo, and audience splash zone
21. Me hanging around, making a nuisance of myself. See you there?
Gumby Christ. (at The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York)
WTF Renaissance indeed. (at Robert Lehman Collection)
7th Tournai International Triennial of Contemporary Textile Arts
Optic fibre, paper yarn
1500 x 2500 mm
West Village. #nyc (at Christopher Street – Sheridan Square)
Emma Stone attends the Opening Ceremony and ‘Birdman’ premiere during the 71st Venice Film Festival on August 27, 2014 in Venice, Italy.
(Source: emstonesdaily, via julie--julia)
Love you, #brooklyn (at Tooker Alley)
An actual headline from The New York Times in 1919
I love this so much.
Welcome… to Night Vale
But this past week’s episode, “Listen,” is a standout, not just of the season but of the rebooted series as a whole. It’s one of the most frightening episodes I’ve seen, up there with “Midnight,” “Hide,” “The Waters of Mars,” and, of course, “Blink.” The scariest Doctor Who episodes prey on very primal fears - things that move when you can’t see them, water that will kill you if you touch it (let alone drink it), loss of control over your voice and your movements, and now, of course, what it is that lives in the darkness under the bed.
Steven Moffat has always been an expert at creating monsters that are simultaneously devastatingly ordinary and horrifying - Weeping Angels, anyone? - and the fact that there are perfectly reasonable explanations for every instance of the mysterious creature(s) in “Listen” just makes the other option (that there’s always something hovering just at the edge of your vision, but you can never see it) all the more viscerally terrifying. What’s under the blanket in Rupert’s room in the orphanage? Is it really just a friend playing a trick on him? The image of the out-of-focus figure standing just behind Clara, Rupert, and the Doctor will stay with me for a long time - especially when I’m home alone at night.
The Essential Doctor Who Midseason Check-in: Parsing Peter Capaldi
I wrote about how much I like the new season of Doctor Who over at Word + Film!
"Bradbury (in 1975) didn’t drive a car. But he was often out and about in L.A., browsing bookstores’ stacks, his bicycle propped just outside."
Proposed alternate captions:
"Ray Bradbury’s hatred of automobiles was only eclipsed by his hatred of pants.”
"Ray Bradbury, pictured doing him."
"Ray Bradbury, about to sneeze, clenches his mighty quads."
"Ray Bradbury, raising the bar on embarrassing one’s daughter in front of her prom date."
"Ray Bradbury, the human magnetic dress-up playset."
"Ray Bradbury: Because fuck you, I’m Ray Bradbury."
What an unspeakably perfect day, #brooklyn. (at Cafe Rue Dix)