Art fair [1]
Or: amusements in the time of $5 lemonade.
- Ypsi-Dixit’s photo documentation of art fair hideosities.
- Hand made artwork for sale on Craigslist.
- Art Fair Bingo 2005.
These and other astonishments at del.icio.us/tag/not-art+not-fair.
{ Monthly archives }
July 2005
From outer space, II [1]
Google Moon. 1969 seems like it was a very long time ago.
2005-07-20
From outer space
Language is a virus: mixed bag of toy cut-up generators & translators.
2005-07-14
Literatrocities
Online, the only thing more awkward than finding a crime of literature botched by an acquaintance is the knowledge that you’re next.
This web makes fools out of any persons willing to .
2005-07-13
A truly excellent thing
Murph and Cara got engaged!
2005-07-09
Choosing where to live [1]
Ed on living here:
I’ve been talking to a bunch of people here in Ann Arbor who are thinking about moving out of town. There’s not ever one reason for leaving — it’s just the natural cycle of things. [...]
Even if you stay in Ann Arbor you have to keep on your toes to have a social circle that doesn’t leave town. There’s a steady need to make new friends to replace those who have headed out for greener pastures elsewhere.
Ironically enough, this is one of the things making Ann Arbor such a great place for everybody to leave — the sense that it (like many college towns) is a soothing yet hollow space for passersby.
Ann Arbor is the gaudy shell that accretes around the University and the notion of an idyllic-yet-fancy-pants midwestern academic hamlet. It’s an increasingly shrill echo of itself. It satisfices, but does not satisfy. One time-honored solution: not to live here, but to enjoy the time spent and then, when holding the degree or the job or misc. Macguffin, to leave.
2005-07-08
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
From an op-ed in today’s Times, Hearing the Declaration Anew:
We are, as a nation, exceptionally profligate with the symbols of our national identity and with words like “democracy” and “freedom.” The word “freedom” especially seems to have hardened around the edges in the last few years. It has lost some of its ability to suggest the open-ended potential of our lives, the possibility of coming to new terms with the expectations we have been handed by earlier generations. The overtones of discovery the word once had seem to have been put on hold.
Instead, there is a new complacency, a certainty that we know just what freedom means and exactly how it should look. There is an unwelcome comfort with the inequitable distribution of freedom even in our own country. There is a poisonous tolerance for the idea that freedom encompasses only the right to say positive things about America and its mission in the world.
