Ariel DeAndrea, “Last Hope,” oil on canvas.
Author Archives: Lex Gill
ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY FOUR
Pure gold from Michael Mark Cohen on “The Douchebag: The White Racial Slur We’re All Been Waiting For.” Do we really need a white racial slur? Is the vision of equality that we should aspire towards a world without the N-word or Douchebag? Maybe. Maybe it is. But as everyone who is not colorblind canContinue reading “ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY FOUR”
ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY THREE
Maya Hayuk, Toronto, 2011.
ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY TWO
I finally got around to getting a copy of ōgen / Matt Holubowski‘s album. You should too.
ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY ONE
Steven Orner, Very Happy to Be Here.
ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY
This morning was really lovely. I ran into an old friend, which lead not only to a free coffee (!) but funny impressions of George Plimpton (who I had never really read about) and another film to add to my list. Then it poured rain and I showed up to a lecture late, but that’s okay too.Continue reading “ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY”
ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY NINE
From Buck 65: I remember the moment I discovered art. The memory is a bit hazy. I was probably less than five years old. I was with my mother. We were in the decrepit home of a friend or acquaintance of hers. I can’t remember what the friend looked like except that she was big.Continue reading “ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY NINE”
ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY EIGHT
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe: “The heights charm us, but the steps do not; with the mountain in our view we love to walk the plains.”
ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY SEVEN
John Luther Adams, Inuksuit. Discovered by way of Radiolab via Meet the Composer.
ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY SIX
I don’t have the luxury of writing notes by hand anymore — the time it would take to digitize the volumes of notebooks I’d produce would just be overwhelming. So, I’ve switched to typing in lectures, sacrificing quality for the Command-F function. There’s still something so beautiful about reading someone else’s handwriting though. May I askContinue reading “ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY SIX”
ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY FIVE
Sesquipedalian, from Love + Radio. Listen here.
ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY FOUR
From Letting Go by Atul Gawande in The New Yorker. In 1985, the paleontologist and writer Stephen Jay Gould published an extraordinary essay entitled “The Median Isn’t the Message,” after he had been given a diagnosis, three years earlier, of abdominal mesothelioma, a rare and lethal cancer usually associated with asbestos exposure. He went toContinue reading “ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY FOUR”
ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY THREE
From Gonzo: “Whenever I think of law school, I think of those toys we had when we were kids where you use the lever to push Play-Doh through the piece that turns it into pasta or whatever other shape.”
ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY TWO
Mathieu Bureau.
ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY ONE
Angie Wang, Soft War in Silk World.