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“what’s past is prologue”—Bill Shakespeare, The Tempest

/ feb 2011

  1. 02.19.2011 | 3:23 PM EDT

    Drifting Off at The King’s Speech Prior to last night’s showing, in 30 years I’ve fallen asleep in a theater exactly two times: 1.1995, GoldenEye, because Pierce Brosnan is a bloody boring 007. Hey Brosnan, the 80′s called. It wants Timothy Dalton Back 2. 1998, Elizabeth, with mom, who loves period pieces. Love me some Cate Blachet, but sorry, the walls were b...

  2. 02.19.2011 | 2:23 AM EDT

    Weather Report:
    Spring Seagulls Tease Brooklyn
    © Ben Curtis 2011 iPhone 4G + Hipstamatic On the most temperate day we’ve had months, all manner of species where drawn out by a cruel tease of Spring. One result is these stunning photographs by buddy Ben Curtis, taken on a balmy 67º Brooklyn winter day. That ain’t gonna last for long… But look…

  3. 02.14.2011 | 3:23 PM EDT

    Looking for Snodgrass An unnervingly familiar recount of a wandering mind that looks but cannot find: Looking by W.D. Snodgrass What was I looking for today? All that poking under the rugs, Peering under the lamps and chairs, Or going from room to room that way, Forever up and down the stairs Like someone stupid with sleep or…

  4. 02.14.2011 | 12:23 AM EDT

    Jack + Ginger: A Sourmash Valentine three hundred women in three hours told me, boy forget the flowers –Violent Femmes, Dating Days … You know what today is? It’s the 10th anniversary of what might be the finest compilation by maunet ever. Oh yeah, it’s Valentine’s Day too. So in honor of both, the royal we is spinning a record ripe…

  5. 02.06.2011 | 6:23 AM EDT

    Weather Report:
    OK, Go Drizzle-Dazzles Brooklyn Heights
    It’s 7:45 P.M. in Brooklyn Heights and I’ve never seen such fog. At the end of the Promanade you’re supposed to be dazzled by the most fabled constellation of urban sky lights in the world. But this fog is a Melt Torme fog. It swoons the long-legged buildings of lower Manhattan into an utter silence…

  6. 02.04.2011 | 5:23 AM EDT

    Magnet Verse … Couldn’t sleep tonight, couldn’t read or watch TV. “Tired and wired” indeed. Poured a bourbon, sparked a smoke, spun some Leonard Cohen. L. Cohen | The Future Wandered by the bathroom, scrounging for benzos. Better living through chemistry. The cabinet of meds needed sprucing up. Pervy and addled I got carried away. ...