Kate Harding — “a Chicago-based writer, editor, crazy dog person, humorless feminist, aspiring yoga teacher, recovering grad student, and blonde,” according to her blog — has ingeniously skewered the standards imposed by the Body Mass Index (BMI). What she has done is to post to Flickr a slideshow showcasing women (well mostly, anyway, there's a few men as well as a cat up there) of all sizes.
It takes a lot of work to make Boston a place that hits above its weight-class in smartypants culture, but the Harvard Film Archive could soldier on singlehandedly if it had to. Monday was no exception when the HFA brought us “An Evening with Arnaud Desplechin.” Desplechin is one of the most important French filmmakers working today — a point that was made right off the bat by the evening's host, Jean-Michel Frodon, the managing editor of Cahiers du Cinema?xml:namespace>
Friend: ... are you for real? you’re really going to a UFO convention?
Friend: you’re going willingly?
Friend: with people?
It’s been a secret dream of mine to attend a UFO event. I have long been intrigued by the paranormal.
DJ Lonewolf aka Kevin Driscoll invited us to document the making of the MIT comparitive media studies dept's attempt to create the most-populated video of folks doing the Soulja Boy dance on the internet. Read Caitlin Curran's account, watch the making-of video above, and check out some of the results.
Start putting out heartland-ish rock and you're bound to attract an audience partially made up of drunken brodudes. That’s the lesson to take from former D Generation frontman-turned-roots-rocker Jesse Malin’s show last night at TT’s, during which it was hard to tell if the group in the center of the room yelling out over a few of the singer's acoustic numbers and his occasionally verbose song introductions were disciples or haters.
I first heard about the idea of “leaf peeping,” I thought it was a joke. It was
in an episode of Family Guy, as I recall, and as I had never spent an
autumn in New England, I could only assume that the “hoards” of tourists who
descend like Hellfire on the Northeast “to watch the leaves change color” was
some kind of hyperbolic mockery of people with a severely bastardized concept
of both nature and vacations…
One of the traditions at The New Yorker that has continued unabated by tables of contents, photographs, bylined Talks of the Town, and other heady incursions of late-20th-century magazining is the "newsbreak" -- the wry, lightly condescending filler blurbs at the tail end of select New Yorker stories in which the magazine's copy-editing staff, having plowed through its 3,000-word feature for the afternoon and availed of no better way to entertain itself, takes to excerpting the copy-editing malapropisms of lesser publications.
Aviva Chomsky, author of this week's "The Dirty Story Behind Local Energy," makes a case against Colombian coal to FNX; and she may have even persuaded DJ... Maybe, she gets it from Noam Chomsky, dad/mega philosopher.
MP3: Aviva Chomsky's charged interview with FNX