johnke.meOne of the things I loved about living in Rome was that it’s a living history. If you wanted, you could stand on any street corner and unpack the layers of history and yell “STOP EVERYTHING - THIS BELONGS IN A MUSEUM”. But people don’t because they’ve got lives to live. And their lives will add another layer.
I don’t know about you, but I find it really hard to keep up with what’s happening in the news (as Charlie Brooker describes it, it’s like ‘wandering into episode 389 of the world’s longest running and most complex soap opera’). This isn’t helped by the fact I’m more likely to spend an entire day reading the biographies of minor Star Wars characters than actually opening a newspaper. Helpfully, my wife has put together a sort of a bluffer’s guide of podcasts and blogs to keep people like me in the loop without having to try too hard. Thanks, wife!
We have not “made it.” We’re making it.
A great insight into the economics of taking an internet-famous band on the road.
I loved Guardians of the Galaxy. I loved the design of it. And that design doesn’t come from nowhere - it comes from amazing concept work like this. I can’t wait for the Blu-Ray so I can pore over every frame.
I try not to post about the kickstarter campaigns I support (because there’s not enough disk space in the world for that - sorry wife!), but I’m willing to make a huge exception for this. It’s such a great idea: a game where you write the story of what you’re seeing. And then you get to share your story with other people. And you can read other people’s stories! This sounds amazing. Insta-back.
ZEUS: what is this
i dont like thisHERA: it’s our son
that’s our son, i’ve just given birth to him
i’ve named him Hephaestus–[Zeus flings the newborn off Olympus]
ZEUS: what son
i dont see any son
I think Mallory Ortberg might be my favourite person on the internet.
As I write this, Im starving, but I dare not go out for food. My assassin could be anywhere. Eventually I break down and prepare the meal of the desperate: Two frankfurters scavenged from the back of the fridge, boiled limp and naked. Spoonful of mustard. I am in genuine fear of being shot.
This is ‘showing your work’ done right. I love that she edited the video on a 30-day trial of Adobe Premiere.
Liza Daly watched all 23 James Bond films (and apparently read the novels, too). On Quantum of Solace
This is the only movie in which Bond does not get laid. It’s also the only one in which he is not captured. Draw your own conclusions.
Worth reading. Although she says she’s never met anyone who will defend Moonraker. I’ll go to the mat for that film.
The brother of someone killed in 9/11 visits the 9/11 Memorial Museum.
I think now of every war memorial I ever yawned through on a class trip, how someone else’s past horror was my vacant diversion and maybe I learned something but I didn’t feel anything. Everyone should have a museum dedicated to the worst day of their life and be forced to attend it with a bunch of tourists from Denmark. Annotated divorce papers blown up and mounted, interactive exhibits detailing how your mom’s last round of chemo didn’t take, souvenir T-shirts emblazoned with your best friend’s last words before the car crash. And you should have to see for yourself how little your pain matters to a family of five who need to get some food before the kids melt down. Or maybe worse, watch it be co-opted by people who want, for whatever reason, to feel that connection so acutely.