Archive for the ‘smoking’ Category
Perhaps, in Paris, the pursuit of pleasure is pathological.
Thinking about connections, networks, associations and links these days. Call it a Bourdieusian moment. Little to be done but offer up some interconnections and intersections:
— This has nothing to do with pointed passions. Just think the intersection of politics and fashion is currently fascinating. If you agree, I urge clicking over to Skybluepink.
— George Orwell once wrote an essay entitled Books v. Cigarettes, a title since turned into a collection of his work. Were you to add “pictures” to the title, it would be an ideal alternate moniker for The Smoking Section. Vila is currently in the depths of writing a PhD, so head on over and give her some words of encouragement…
— The Art Gallery of Ontario has been given a striking face lift by way of Frank Gehry. Much as I am reticent (as devoted Montrealer) to admit it, this puts Toronto on the map, civilizationally speaking.
— Another mysterious foot has washed on to British Columbia shores. This is the sixth in the space of a few years. I welcome theories and speculations.
As the boys at Boing Boing suggest: “Something is definitely afoot”. Brilliant…
If you’ve spent more than five minutes (awake) in an undergraduate history seminar then you know this moniker refers to that wanderer of wanderers, Herodotus. There’s a lengthy and sort of interesting review of an new illustrated version of his iconic The Histories in The New Yorker (you know, the guys with the racy cartoon covers…). Mentioned the old man in connection with the post-modern bloodbath epic 300 many moons ago, a post you can find here.
Wonder if there is an illustration of him sharing “herbal remedies” with Egyptian priests in this new edition…Unlikely. Still worth a look…I guess.
Via Arts & Letters Daily.
The “demon weed” — a “serviceable villain”? Always seems so. Not in this California county, though. Till now…
On that random note, a little housekeeping:
I was tagged by Shefaly to do a meme about brands. I don’t see brands. I do, however, vaguely ask myself “all the lonely people, where do they all come from?”
And since we’re talking about music (we are?) then I’ll also confess to the fact that I can’t get Madonna’s ditty “I Love New York” out of my head. I blame Vila.
That is all.