Awed by the web of life! How reintroducing wolves to Yellowstone Park changed the entire ecosystem.
This article in NYT Magazine had us laughing and sighing with nostalgia: A Reason to Root for Dubai on the Hudson.
…into the 1990s, when I got out of college and moved back to New York. In those days, in my 20s, with nothing but time on my hands, my favorite activity was to tromp all over downtown for hours on end, a copy of The Village Voice folded under my arm, stopping at as many bookstores and record shops as possible. Occasionally, an art gallery. The magazine rack at Spring Street Books was a sacred shrine. In the days before the Internet, this is how you kept up with culture. You had to put the time in. You had to cover ground. To me, this was the most precious aspect of city living.
P.S. the article mentions the awesome blog, Jeremiah’s Vanishing New York. And for those who remember her, he recently wrote a post on Page the “Sign-the-Petition!” lady. I remember her well and totally took her for granted.
The latest thrill over here is the discovery of Phadriod—a husband & wife collaboration between Android Jones (a laser projectionist) and Phaedra (an interpretive dancer). Phaedra dances in a flowing white robes while Android projects images onto her moving body. Most of the time she performs in front of a giant screen, but sometimes she performs outside against the backdrop of the night—infinitely more magical. Yes, at first it looks like a screen saver, but when you start to make out the dancing woman, it’s purty cool. (Best parts are the bursting fire lights and the sparkling white stars!)
If you liked that, go 6 minutes into this mini doc about Burning Man to see some absolutely mind-bending Phadroid stuff. BTW, this whole doc is totally worth watching. (Lots of our friends are going Burning Man this year… sometimes I giggle when I think about the expanding gap between my East and West coast friends, but I so love wearing both pairs of boots!)
“…a love letter to the fog of the San Francisco Bay Area. [Simon Christen] chased it for over two years to capture the magical interaction between the soft mist, the ridges of the California coast and the iconic Golden Gate Bridge.”
Even without time-lapse, the fog rolling in from the coast will leave me breathless and wanting to capture it somehow… and here it is in all its mystical glory!
Charmed by this surprisingly engaging mini-doc about indie music label DFA. I wasn’t even THAT interested, but it pulled me right in.
Loving this dark and luscious music video for “White Noise” by Exitmusic. The imagery is such a perfect depiction of what its like to wrestle with our inner demons. Parts of self that entrap, suffocate, drown other parts of self. Great song too. Aleksa’s customary warbling reminds me a little of Cher in this song :)
Here’s a cool cover of Bruce’s Glory Days by Basia Bulat. It’s the pianoette that really makes it work!
This got me pondering the weird power the original Glory Days and songs of that ilk—-those raucous, feet-stomping, hand-clapping anthems that get people singing, smiling, laughing and YET the song permeates you with a bittersweet melancholia. It’s a tricky recipe. Was trying to think of other songs like that. Mellancamp’s Jack & Diane comes to mind. More Than A Feeling by Boston?