Imagine you’re exploring around the Pacific Northwest in 1800
Posted: July 10, 2013 Filed under: America, native america 2 Commentsand you see this:
Pretty scary. That’s from this book:
The Golden Gate Bridge Under Construction
Posted: July 8, 2013 Filed under: the American West, the California Condition Leave a comment
The very first shot of The Lone Ranger is set in San Francisco in 1933. There’s a wide shot of the Golden Gate Bridge under construction.
I can’t remember ever seeing that before. I went looking for photos of it and found some good ones here, at the UC system’s Calisphere.

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Doesn’t this look like Garry Shandling?
Posted: July 8, 2013 Filed under: art, Hans Holbein, Met, museum, painting, people, pictures Leave a comment
The Metropolitan Museum has five portraits that they’re pretty sure are by Hans Holbein The Younger. Let’s have a look:
Here is Derick Berck of Cologne:

Here is Erasmus of Rotterdam:

Here is a member of the Wedigh family, probably Hermann von Wedigh:

“Truth breeds hatred,” is what that note in the book says, according to the Met, which “perhaps served as the sitter’s personal motto.” Weird motto, bro.
And here is Man In A Red Cap:

Now. Take a look at this one, of “Lady Lee”:

The Met says “The painting is close to the manner of Holbein, but the attention paid to decorative effects and linear details at the expense of life-like portrayal of the sitter is indicative of workshop production. The portrait was likely based on a Holbein drawing.”
(Are these guys for real?)
The Vine For America
Posted: July 4, 2013 Filed under: America, music Leave a commentNeedham, Massachusetts, where I spent my kidhood, had a fantastic Fourth of July parade. Here’s some video of the local car dealer, who paints himself red and rides around pretending to be an Indian:
Part of the parade was a kids’ parade. The prizes for the best float in the kids’ parade were fantastic. One year my sister and I made a birthday cake for America and won a pool table.
Some weeks ago I had a vision: a Vine that was a synchronized dance move, set to a track that looped properly, so the annoyingly looping sound of Vine wouldn’t be a problem. I realized this Vine should be America-themed.
Vine burned itself out and Instagram Video appeared, but by then it was in motion.
Dan Medina wrote and recorded a six second dance track.
I recruited some awesome people I know:
Originally there were going to be tableaux representing our neighbors, Canada and Mexico. Due to timing Mexico got cut, but God bless ’em.
Little Esther choreographed:
The people assembled here are all up to various cool and interesting projects.
Here’s the result:
http://instagram.com/p/bRg4hWRt7z/
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James Eagan is working on a documentary about The Vine For America. I’ve seen a rough cut – it’s quite something.
[Update: here is the doc:]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=VM8EaWCvv9M
Compare Medina there to C. W. Peale:

I found this fellow in an old issue of Life magazine
Posted: June 27, 2013 Filed under: Africa, animals, Life Leave a commentIt was this issue.
That cover is “Mercenaries mop up a Red-armed rebel position in the Congo”
Here’s his friend.
Encounters With The Great Dogs Of History
Posted: June 24, 2013 Filed under: America, animals, heroes, history, politics Leave a comment
This is FDR’s dog Fala. He was famous in his day.
FDR was accused of sending a destroyer back to fetch him after accidentally leaving him on an Aleutian island (why did the President bring his dog to Alaska in the middle of wartime? I don’t know).
Here is FDR’s zinger of a response, playing on the fact everyone knew back then that Scots are “tight with a penny” as Norm Macdonald put it:
These Republican leaders have not been content with attacks on me, or my wife, or on my sons. No, not content with that, they now include my little dog, Fala. Well, of course, I don’t resent attacks, and my family don’t resent attacks, but Fala does resent them. You know, Fala is Scotch, and being a Scottie, as soon as he learned that the Republican fiction writers in Congress and out had concocted a story that I’d left him behind on an Aleutian island and had sent a destroyer back to find him — at a cost to the taxpayers of two or three, or eight or twenty million dollars — his Scotch soul was furious. He has not been the same dog since. I am accustomed to hearing malicious falsehoods about myself … But I think I have a right to resent, to object, to libelous statements about my dog!
Anyway.
Yesterday I had the pleasure of talking to a woman who once had lunch with Eleanor Roosevelt at Hyde Park. She said Fala sat on her feet the whole lunch.

A cool book cover
Posted: June 19, 2013 Filed under: books Leave a comment“In Stamboul Train for the first and last time in my life I deliberately set out to write a book to please, one which with luck might be made into a film. The devil looks after his own and I succeeded in both aims.”
A Good Mural In Chelsea
Posted: June 18, 2013 Filed under: New York Leave a comment
It’s over near the Portugese Jewish Cemetery.
With regard to recent comments
Posted: June 3, 2013 Filed under: CeliaJohnson, film Leave a commentThis is a safe space. The comments section is intended as a great big picnic of fun and musing, but it’s also available as a safe space for personal reflection and emotional unburdening when necessary/drunk.
Regrettably requests for drugs cannot be honored. But God bless.
Avenue at Middelharnis by Meindert Hobbema
Posted: June 3, 2013 Filed under: Michener, NatlGalleryLondon, painting, pictures Leave a comment
I can’t recall how I got my hands on the postcard – perhaps a teacher gave it to me – but it showed one of the seminal paintings of world art, the one that opened the eyes of European painters to the realities of landscape painting. It bore a name that enchanted me, and from the first moment I saw it, it has been enshrined in my memory, to be recalled whenever I chance to see a row of fine trees leading down a country lane. The Avenue at Middelharnis, by the Dutch painter Meindert Hobbema (1638-1709) seems at first to simplicity itself – it is a perfectly flat landscape with minute distant building showing and down the dead middle of the canvas runs a dirt road flanked on either side by a row of very tall, scraggly trees of almost repugnant form, totally bare of limbs for 90 percent of their height but topped by misshapen crowns of small, heavy branches. It would seem as if almost anyone could paint a better picture than this, but if it commanded my attention and affection at age seven, so also did it captivate the artistic world; it proved that noble landscape painting could be achieved by using simple color, simple design and straightforward execution. People who love painting love Avenue, Middelharnis, and I am pleased to say that as a child I made that discover on my own.
So says:
(that one’s at the National Gallery of London)
Turkish Coffee
Posted: May 20, 2013 Filed under: adventures, travel Leave a commentWhen they got to Istanbul, he hired a history professor to give his family a tour. At the end they went to a Turkish bath, where the professor’s lecture gave Jobs an insight about the globalization of youth:‘I had a real revelation. We were all in robes, and they made some Turkish coffee for us. The professor explained how the coffee was made very different from anywhere else, and I realized, “So fucking what?” Which kids even in Turkey give a shit about Turkish coffee? All day I had looked at young people in Istanbul. They were all drinking what every other kid in the world drinks, and they were wearing clothes that look like they were bought at the Gap, and they are all using cell phones. They were like kids everywhere else. It hit me that, for young people, this whole world is the same now. When we’re making products, there is no such thing as a Turkish phone, or a music player that young people in Turkey would want that’s different from one young people elsewhere would want. We’re just one world now’.”
Harold Macmillan, Prime Minister of the UK from 1957-1963
Posted: April 30, 2013 Filed under: politics Leave a comment
Macmillan served with distinction as a captain in the Grenadier Guards during the First World War, and was wounded on three occasions. During the Battle of the Somme, he spent an entire day wounded and lying in a slit trench with a bullet in his pelvis, reading the classical playwright Aeschylus in the original Greek.
Good Story About Louis CK
Posted: April 10, 2013 Filed under: comedy 2 Comments
I was reading this compilation of Louis CK quotes, which led me to this reddit AMA, where a neat story emerges, one I had not heard. Formatting is better at the source but this should be followable:
[–]ryeandginger 1705 points 1 year ago
I worked as a PA at a show of yours in Toronto. You were doing two shows that night and during the break a girl came to the stage door and when you came out she said (in front of half a dozen other fans, and myself who was holding the door for you) that she lived nearby and wanted to have sex with you before the next show started. You laughed and said thank you, and when you came back inside you told me this never happens.
That was a few years ago. Does it happen a lot now?
[–]iamlouisckLouis CK[S] 2100 points 1 year ago
haha. i remember that. are you female? Because the funny thing is I remember there was a young working woman standing there with a walkie on her hip as this kind of desperate (not uncute) young girls is openly offering to fuck me. I remember the juxtoposition. When you’re a dad, you see every grown female, especially young ones, as possible models for your daughter’s future. I remember thinking that I would never let this working woman down by fucking this chick between shows. Plus I don’t do that.
anyway maybe it wasn’t you. are you sure you’re not the woman who offered to blow me?
How has it changed?
I don’t really hang around after shows. I bolt.
I think the idea of fucking someone who just watched you perform is… it’s just not me. I mean, keep trying ladies. You never know! Maybe next time there won’t be a well adjusted and bright young woman acting as my concious and ruining what may have been a terrificly depressing blowjob!
[–]spankymuffin 1401 points 1 year ago
ryeandginger, you goddamn cock-block…
[–]ryeandginger 1193 points 1 year ago
I’m sorry! It probably didn’t help (the daughter-imagery) that I also have red hair. Oops.
[–]ryeandginger 740 points 1 year ago
I was fairly certain it was only memorable to me. I was also fairly certain that it would get lost in a sea of actualquestions.
…but “well-adjusted and bright”! Years later. Even if he’s making that part up, it made my day.
(photo by Gillian Laub for Time.)
The price of pigs
Posted: April 7, 2013 Filed under: history Leave a comment
A Cambridge tutor had once informed Judt that the true historian knows the price of pigs at the time and place he is studying, and Judt could claim to have known just that, the price of pigs at market in the Var département over several decades.
from this TLS article. This photo, from wikipedia’s article on “pigs,” is captioned “Swedish performer with piglet. Early 20th century.”
The Barbarians (Max Ernst, 1937)
Posted: April 2, 2013 Filed under: art, painting, pictures Leave a comment
A recent Artwork of the Day at the Met.
Steven Soderbergh
Posted: March 18, 2013 Filed under: film, Uncategorized 2 Comments
I look at Hurricane Katrina, and I think if four days before landfall you gave a movie studio autonomy and a 100th of the billions the government spent on that disaster, and told them, “Lock this place down and get everyone taken care of,” we wouldn’t be using that disaster as an example of whatnot to do. A big movie involves clothing, feeding, and moving thousands of people around the world on a tight schedule. Problems are solved creatively and efficiently within a budget, or your ass is out of work. So when I look at what’s going on in the government, the gridlock, I think, Wow, that’s a really inefficient way to run a railroad. The government can’t solve problems because the two parties are so wedded to their opposing ideas that they can’t move. The very idea that someone from Congress can’t take something from the other side because they’ll be punished by their own party? That’s stupid. If I were running for office, I would be poaching ideas from everywhere. That’s how art works. You steal from everything. I must remember to tweet that I’m in fact not running for office.
(I can’t agree that the entertainment biz is a model of efficiency)
On the few occasions where I’ve talked to film students, one of the things I stress, in addition to learning your craft, is how you behave as a person. For the most part, our lives are about telling stories. So I ask them, “What are the stories you want people to tell about you?” Because at a certain point, your ability to get a job could turn on the stories people tell about you. The reason [then–Universal Pictures chief] Casey Silver put me up for [1998’s] Out of Sight after I’d had five flops in a row was because he liked me personally. He also knew I was a responsible filmmaker, and if I got that job, the next time he’d see me was when we screened the movie. If I’m an asshole, then I don’t get that job. Character counts. That’s a long way of saying, “If you can be known as someone who can attract talent, that’s a big plus.”
I was watching one of those iconoclast shows on the Sundance Channel. Jamie Oliver said Paul Smith had told him something he hadn’t understood until very recently: “I’d rather be No. 2 forever than No. 1 for a while.” Just make stuff and don’t agonize over it. Stop worrying about being No. 1. I see a lot of people getting paralyzed by the response to their work, the imagined result. It’s like playing a Jedi mind trick on yourself, and Smith is right. That’s the way I’ve always approached films, the way I approach everything. Just make ’em.
RFK
Posted: March 13, 2013 Filed under: America, history, politics Leave a comment“[Robert] Kennedy did not just play furiously. He was furious,” spoiling, off the field as well as on, for a fight – often for senseless fights. One took place in a Cambridge bar where Bobby, celebrating his birthday with a group of friends, including the football captain, Ken O’Donnell, was picking up everyone’s bar tab. Another Harvard student, John Magnuson, happened to be already celebrating his birthday there, and his friends began singing “Happy Birthday” to him. Infuriated over what he apparently regarded as an intrusion into his celebration, Bob walked up behind Magnuson and hit him over the head with a beer bottle, sending him to the hospital for stitches.
– from Robert Caro, The Years Of Lyndon Johnson: The Passage of Power
Cinderella and Interrogation Technique
Posted: March 13, 2013 Filed under: America Leave a comment
This is one of five mosaics depicting the story of Cinderella, which can be found inside Cinderella’s Castle at Disney World.

These mosaics were supervised by one of the world’s great mosaicists, Hanns Scharff.

Before moving the US and becoming a mosaicist, Hanns Scharff was considered the best interrogator in the German Luftwaffe.
Scharff was opposed to physically abusing prisoners to obtain information. Learning on the job, Scharff instead relied upon the Luftwaffe’s approved list of techniques, which mostly involved making the interrogator seem as if he is his prisoner’s greatest advocate while in captivity.
Scharff described various experiences with new POWs, outlining the procedure most of his fellow interrogators were instructed to use. Initially, the POW’s fear and sense of disorientation, combined with isolation while not in interrogation, were exploited to gain as much initial biographical information as possible. A prisoner was frequently warned that unless he could produce information beyond name, rank, and serial number, such as the name of his unit and airbase, the Luftwaffe would have no choice but to assume he was a spy and turn him over to theGestapo for questioning…
After a prisoner’s fear had been allayed, Scharff continued to act as a good friend, including sharing jokes, homemade food items, and occasionally alcoholic beverages. Scharff was fluent in English and knowledgeable about British customs and some American ones, which helped him to gain the trust and friendship of many of his prisoners. Some high profile prisoners were treated to outings to German airfields (one POW was even allowed to take a German aircraft for a trial run), tea with German fighter aces, swimming pool excursions, and luncheons, among other things.
Scharff was best known for taking his prisoners on strolls through the nearby woods, first having them swear an oath of honor that they would not attempt to escape during their walk. Scharff chose not to use these nature walks as a time to directly ask his prisoners obvious military-related questions, but instead relied on the POWs’ desire to speak to anyone outside of isolated captivity about informal, generalized topics.
Scharff began by asking a prisoner a question he already knew the answer to, informing the prisoner that he already knew everything about him, but his superiors had given instruction that the prisoner himself had to say it. Scharff continued asking questions that he would then provide the answers for, each time hoping to convince his captive that there was nothing he did not already know. When Scharff eventually got to the piece of information he did not have, prisoners would frequently give the answer, assuming Scharff already had it in his files anyway, often saying so as they provided the information. Scharff made a point of keeping the Luftwaffe’s lack of knowledge a strict secret so as to exploit the same tactic further in later conversations.
In 1948 Scharff lectured at the Pentagon on interrogation techniques.
The Crabfish
Posted: March 9, 2013 Filed under: the ocean Leave a comment
The Crabfish is a ribaldhumorousfolk song of the Englishoral tradition. It dates back to the seventeenth century, appearing in Bishop Percy’s Folio Manuscript as a song named “The Sea Crabb” based on an earlier tale.
Lyrics, dating to 1620 apparently, are found here:
“Fisherman, fisherman, standing by the sea,
Have you a crabfish that you can sell to me?”
By the wayside i-diddle-dee-di-doh.“Yes sir, yes sir, that indeed I do.
I’ve got a crabfish that I can sell to you.”
By the wayside etc.Well, I took him on home and I thought he’d like a swim,
So I filled up the thunderjug and I threw the bastard in.Late that night I thought I’d have a fit
When my old lady got up to take a shit.“Husband, husband,” she cried out to me,
“The devil’s in the thunderjug and he’s got hold of me!”“Children, children, bring the looking glass.
Come and see the crabfish that bit your mother’s ass.”“Children, children, did you hear the grunt?
Come and see the crabfish that bit your mother’s cunt.”That’s the end of my song and I don’t give a fuck.
There’s a lemon up my asshole and you can have a suck.
The ’70s
Posted: March 1, 2013 Filed under: America, photography Leave a comment
Do not miss these rad photos from the 1970s, from an EPA project to document “America’s Environmental Problems and Achievements,” found at the consistently terrific Big Picture.












