Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
Friday, May 13, 2011
pigeon flying out of man's hands
got a gig at the MIT museum. now i get to hype amazing things like this. so so much more here: http://techtv.mit.edu/collections/docedgertonvideo
Friday, April 29, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
leatherman
a great radio piece on reasons for exhumation & the nature of legends, specifically connecticut's 'most famous hobo'- the leatherman.
FINAL RESTING PLACE OF
Jules Bourglay
OF LYONS, FRANCE
"THE LEATHER MAN"
who regualrly walked a 365 mile route
through Westchester and Connecticut from
the Connecticut River to the Hudson
living in caves in the years
1858-1889
his grave is mislabeled. stories of his cyclical travels, pretty amazing. listen up!
& read more here
big ups to tobias for the tip on this tale. look for co-authored documentation of tanzanian cemeteries mid-2011.
FINAL RESTING PLACE OF
Jules Bourglay
OF LYONS, FRANCE
"THE LEATHER MAN"
who regualrly walked a 365 mile route
through Westchester and Connecticut from
the Connecticut River to the Hudson
living in caves in the years
1858-1889
his grave is mislabeled. stories of his cyclical travels, pretty amazing. listen up!
& read more here
big ups to tobias for the tip on this tale. look for co-authored documentation of tanzanian cemeteries mid-2011.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
the middle of the venn diagram of photographs of cemeteries & black history
went to the portland museum of art to check out their exhibition of photographs by ed weston, from a collection used to illustrate an edition of whitman's 'leaves of grass.' predictably, i was particularly taken by weston's photographs of cemeteries in the south..
girod cemetery, new orleans, 1941
st. roch cemetery, new orleans, 1941
weston also paid a visit to william edmondson, a stone carver in nashville.
in 1937, edmondson was the first african american to have a one-man show at MOMA. many of his sculptures were made of limestone, and many were tombstones, especially for members of the african american community in nashville. ironically, he was buried in an unmarked grave in nashville's mt. ararat cemetery.
weston images via the center for creative photography
girod cemetery, new orleans, 1941
st. roch cemetery, new orleans, 1941
weston also paid a visit to william edmondson, a stone carver in nashville.
in 1937, edmondson was the first african american to have a one-man show at MOMA. many of his sculptures were made of limestone, and many were tombstones, especially for members of the african american community in nashville. ironically, he was buried in an unmarked grave in nashville's mt. ararat cemetery.
weston images via the center for creative photography
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
rabbit rabbit
happy black history month everybody!
it's snowing again, right at this moment! so here are some photos from prior snowstorms and their aftermaths that never made it on the net. before that, though, some words by e.b. white on the matter of waiting out a snowstorm at a neighbor's while the snow plow banged and roared...
--
we had no nightclothes with us, so had to invent some, and my wife chose a coonskin coat, and i chose a sweater and socks and our boy chose a suit of heavies and a sweater worn on his legs. and we were much merrier than we had been in the early morning, so i made a rhyme that went:
mamma in her coonskin and i in my socks
had just settled ourselves for a night of hard knocks
when out on the road there arose such a clatter
we stayed comfortably in bed, since it was entirely obvious what was the matter.
just before i went to sleep i heard my wife up and about, and i asked her why and she said she had discovered it was impossible to sleep in a coonskin coat because it tickled the back of your neck. so i asked her what she was changing to, and she replied: "tweeds." which is the kind of direct answer i like to get when i ask a question.
(a winter diary, january 1941, from one man's meat)
--
scarb-over-easy
somerville
releasing the beast/unearthing the subaru
happy black history month everybody!
it's snowing again, right at this moment! so here are some photos from prior snowstorms and their aftermaths that never made it on the net. before that, though, some words by e.b. white on the matter of waiting out a snowstorm at a neighbor's while the snow plow banged and roared...
--
we had no nightclothes with us, so had to invent some, and my wife chose a coonskin coat, and i chose a sweater and socks and our boy chose a suit of heavies and a sweater worn on his legs. and we were much merrier than we had been in the early morning, so i made a rhyme that went:
mamma in her coonskin and i in my socks
had just settled ourselves for a night of hard knocks
when out on the road there arose such a clatter
we stayed comfortably in bed, since it was entirely obvious what was the matter.
just before i went to sleep i heard my wife up and about, and i asked her why and she said she had discovered it was impossible to sleep in a coonskin coat because it tickled the back of your neck. so i asked her what she was changing to, and she replied: "tweeds." which is the kind of direct answer i like to get when i ask a question.
(a winter diary, january 1941, from one man's meat)
--
scarb-over-easy
somerville
releasing the beast/unearthing the subaru
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
bye bye blackbird
this week, the christian science monitor has a piece on the USDA's role in mass killings of birds. pretty upsetting stuff (millions of birds dying to protect an industry based on killing animals (cattle)? seems hard to reconcile)- but at least it reminds of the importance of one of the missions of the museum of the everyday- acknowledging those little feathered tragedies we may pass by:
"Some 5 billion birds die every year across the US, most largely unnoticed."
here's to noticing. r.i.p. to all those blackbirds, starlings, etc. etc. cows too, but those rarely wind up on the sidewalk.
"Some 5 billion birds die every year across the US, most largely unnoticed."
here's to noticing. r.i.p. to all those blackbirds, starlings, etc. etc. cows too, but those rarely wind up on the sidewalk.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
so- the last week of 2010 was a glorious one of snowstorms and coastal ramblings on the homefront, then some winter wooskies and tromping up the hill in VT.
then, i decided to really bring 2011 in with a bang, and fractured my skull tumbling down the stairs in my house. at the risk of this becoming a food blog, one of the perks of being essentially bedridden is the delivery of snacks by my amazing friends. in lieu of an obligatory neck brace shot (pending i'm sure), this about sums up my hopes, dreams and reality for the next month or so:
then, i decided to really bring 2011 in with a bang, and fractured my skull tumbling down the stairs in my house. at the risk of this becoming a food blog, one of the perks of being essentially bedridden is the delivery of snacks by my amazing friends. in lieu of an obligatory neck brace shot (pending i'm sure), this about sums up my hopes, dreams and reality for the next month or so:
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