I’m fascinated by Carrie Brownstein and Fred Armisen’s “devoted platonic relationship” as portrayed in the New Yorker this week.
Also, why have I never listened to Sleater-Kinney before?
“Why isn’t last week’s New Yorker here yet?!!!”
Me, 10 minutes ago.
Turns out that our subscription expired last week, and I did such a good job requesting that they stop sending me promotional materials that they couldn’t ask me to renew! First world problems.
In Brooklyn, The New Yorker arrives on Wednesdays. Are we really two days further away than Manhattan?
My first submission ever to the weekly New Yorker caption contest.
Me: But you can’t swear in the New Yorker.
CR: It’s not swearing, it’s the technical term.
Hilarious. Amy was puzzled about this while reading the New Yorker at The Farmhouse, but I just assumed that we weren’t smart enough to get it.
Oh, Ohio.
Young people discovering their identity and their desires need a zone of privacy where they can be who they are, perhaps in the company of another human being, without feeling that somebody else might be tweeting it, filming it, or blogging about it, or that maybe they themselves ought to be—there’s such a thing as violating your own privacy, too. The unobserved life is so totally worth living.
Behind the anti-gay bullying (New Yorker)
Is the quality of this quote cancelled out by the fact that I am blogging it?
The New Yorker
diablocodyisnotevenherrealname:
Do any of you subscribe to it? Is it worth it? Can you keep up every week?
Yes. Yes. Yes. This is the only physical publication that I hope to subscribe to until the day I die. I give it my highest recommendation. I’m mostly able to keep up every week, but do skip over articles that don’t seem appealing. When I rode the subway at least twice a day and had more reading time, I was forced to read it cover to cover, and was always pleasantly surprised at how much I enjoyed learning about things that I don’t usually read about.
If you look hard enough, you can get it for about $35/year. Let me know if you can’t find it for that price, and I’ll see if I can get you a friend subscription.
“…classical musicians essentially need to be in the business of adult education if they are to keep their audience and their livelihood. They must convince grown people with little or no knowledge of Bach and Brahms and Messiaen why these composers should matter to their daily lives. It’s time to drop the mask of professional aloofness. While the battle for education looks tougher than ever, the media can always be manipulated.” —Alex Ross (New Yorker)
Continuing CR’s theme that everything is related to generations, just like his gospel says. Also, classical music is probably doomed.
Dear New Yorker,
I generally don’t find you pretentious, but “coöperation”? “Reëvaluate”? Really? Every time I encounter one of these I find you a little silly. Does ANYONE else have this in their style guide anymore?
hugz,
Adrienne
