Nick Risinger, an amaÂteur astronomer from SeatÂtle, quit his day job last year, packed his bags and camÂeras, and began a 60,000 mile jourÂney, movÂing across the AmerÂiÂcan West and down to the westÂern Cape of South Africa (twice). His voyÂage would end with a 5000-megapixÂel phoÂtoÂgraph of the entire night sky, proÂduced from 37,440 sepÂaÂrate expoÂsures, and it yields a stagÂgerÂing 360-degree view of the Milky Way. Even betÂter, the image now lives online in an interÂacÂtive forÂmat, givÂing you the abilÂiÂty to wanÂder through the cosÂmos.
For more on this, be sure to visÂit PhoÂtopic Sky SurÂvey. Here Risinger gives you the perÂsonÂal and techÂniÂcal backÂstoÂry on his project, and also gives you the chance to purÂchase phoÂtos, or even lend finanÂcial supÂport to the sky surÂvey.
What can we say about Gary ShteynÂgart? The novÂelÂist appeared last year in The New Yorker’s 20 Under 40 FicÂtion Issue (which listÂed authors “who capÂture the invenÂtiveÂness and the vitalÂiÂty of conÂtemÂpoÂrary AmerÂiÂcan ficÂtion.”) He teachÂes writÂing at ColumÂbia UniÂverÂsiÂty and counts James FranÂco as one of his stuÂdents. And he’s willÂing to husÂtle a litÂtle to sell a book. When his novÂel Super Sad True Love StoÂry came out last sumÂmer (find NYTimes review here), the quirky Leningrad-born author (key to underÂstandÂing what comes next) released a satirÂiÂcal, self-depÂreÂcatÂing trailÂer to proÂmote his book. JefÂfrey Eugenides, Jay McInÂerÂney, Edmund White, Mary GaitÂskill and FranÂco himÂself all get in on the joke … which gets betÂter as it goes along.
ShteynÂgart’s book just came out in paperÂback last week. To mark the occaÂsion, Fresh Air re-aired an interÂview with him (sans accent) last week. His book is also availÂable as an audio downÂload via Audible.com, and here’s how you can snag a free copy…
Over at MetafilÂter, Kári TulinÂius has a postÂed a nice selecÂtion of experÂiÂmenÂtal short films by the great JapanÂese aniÂmaÂtor and manÂga artist Osamu TezuÂka. TezuÂka died in 1989, and although he’s most famous in the US for chilÂdren’s carÂtoons like Astro-Boy and KimÂbo the White Lion (betÂter known to everyÂone but the Walt DisÂney ComÂpaÂny’s lawyers as The Lion King), his achieveÂments extendÂed well beyond those two US hits. In his home counÂtry, The God of ManÂga is rightÂly conÂsidÂered a nationÂal treaÂsure, and his masÂsive body of work includes a manÂga adapÂtaÂtion of Crime and PunÂishÂment, a 12-volÂume fanÂtaÂsy saga about immorÂtalÂiÂty, and the world’s first feaÂture-length aniÂmatÂed porn movie.
These shorts proÂvide an excelÂlent introÂducÂtion to Tezuka’s many moods and styles, from the innoÂcent whimÂsy of MerÂmaid (1964), about a boy who falls in love with a merÂmaid at sea.…
… to the causÂtic humor of MemÂoÂry (1964), a bitÂing medÂiÂtaÂtion on our rose-tintÂed view of the past:
…to the light exuÂberÂance of JumpÂing (1984):
… and finalÂly the full-blown apocÂaÂlypÂtic darkÂness of Push (1987), as relÂeÂvant now as it was 25 years go — if not more so:
SheerÂly Avni is a San FranÂcisÂco-based arts and culÂture writer. Her work has appeared in Salon, LA WeekÂly, MothÂer Jones, and many othÂer pubÂliÂcaÂtions. You can folÂlow her on twitÂter at @sheerly
PlayÂing in ToronÂto last week, Paul Simon did someÂthing, well, aweÂsome. A fan asks him to play “DunÂcan,” his 1972 clasÂsic, and lets him know that she learned to play guiÂtar to that song. So Simon agrees. And, even betÂter, he invites her on stage to take over guiÂtar and vocals. NerÂvous, almost hyperÂvenÂtiÂlatÂing, she hesÂiÂtantÂly gets going, as does the crowd. From there, a big feelÂin’ groovy moment unfolds, and it just gets betÂter as it goes along. Kudos to NPR’s All Songs ConÂsidÂered for makÂing this great find …
Just last month, Bob Dylan played his first conÂcert in ChiÂna at the Worker’s GymÂnaÂsiÂum in BeiÂjing. It wasÂn’t exactÂly a big show. RoughÂly 2,000 peoÂple attendÂed, but it became a big affair at home when NYTimes columÂnist MauÂreen Dowd wrote a causÂtic op-ed, accusÂing Dylan of playÂing a cenÂsored set stripped of his revÂoÂluÂtionÂary anthems. In short, she declared, Dylan went to ChiÂna and sold out his 60s soul:
IconÂic songs of revÂoÂluÂtion like “The Times They Are a‑Changin,’ ” and “Blowin’ in the Wind” wouldn’t have been an approÂpriÂate soundÂtrack for the 2,000 ChiÂnese appaÂratchiks in the audiÂence takÂing a relaxÂing break from represÂsion.
Spooked by the surge of democÂraÂcy sweepÂing the MidÂdle East, ChiÂna is conÂductÂing the harshÂest crackÂdown on artists, lawyers, writÂers and disÂsiÂdents in a decade. It is cenÂsorÂing (or “harÂmoÂnizÂing,” as it euphemÂizes) the InterÂnet and disÂpatchÂing the secret police to arrest willy-nilÂly, includÂing Ai WeiÂwei, the famous artist and archiÂtect of the Bird’s Nest, Beijing’s Olympic staÂdiÂum.
Dylan said nothÂing about Weiwei’s detenÂtion, didn’t offer a reprise of “HurÂriÂcane,” his song about “the man the authorÂiÂties came to blame for someÂthing that he nevÂer done.” He sang his cenÂsored set, took his pile of ComÂmuÂnist cash and left.
Now, in a note to fans, Dylan took the rare step of respondÂing to these (and othÂer) accuÂsaÂtions in a short letÂter pubÂlished yesÂterÂday. He writes:
As far as cenÂsorÂship goes, the ChiÂnese govÂernÂment had asked for the names of the songs that I would be playÂing. There’s no logÂiÂcal answer to that, so we sent them the set lists from the preÂviÂous 3 months. If there were any songs, versÂes or lines cenÂsored, nobody ever told me about it and we played all the songs that we intendÂed to play.
I’m guessÂing this response will only partÂly satÂisÂfy Dowd. PerÂhaps Dylan didÂn’t change his set to please the appaÂratchiks. But did he miss an opporÂtuÂniÂty to make the right stateÂment? Just maybe. But no matÂter, we’re putting this behind us and getÂting ready for Dylan’s 70th birthÂday on May 24. We still love him, warts and all…
There is no exact date for this silent home movie shot at the ReseÂda, CA home of Stan LauÂrel’s daughÂter, Lois. But the year must have been 1956, because, durÂing that year, OlivÂer Hardy, the othÂer memÂber of the great comÂic duo, lost more than 150 pounds, resultÂing in a comÂplete change of his outÂward appearÂance. Hardy had a mild heart attack in 1954 and startÂed lookÂing after his health. But letÂters by Stan LauÂrel indiÂcate that OlivÂer was also sufÂferÂing from canÂcer. In SepÂtemÂber 1956 — probÂaÂbly not long after this movie was made — OlivÂer sufÂfered a major stroke, which left him unable to speak and conÂfined to bed for sevÂerÂal months. Then, at the beginÂning of August 1957, he had two more strokes and slipped into a coma from which he nevÂer recovÂered. He died on August 7 that year.
ExactÂly one week after OlivÂer’s death, Stan gave a rare radio interÂview and recountÂed the moment when he and OlivÂer met for the first time. The full, one-hour interÂview can be enjoyed here. Stan died on 23 FebÂruÂary 1965 after sufÂferÂing a heart attack of his own. He was buried at ForÂest Park MemoÂrÂiÂal Park in BurÂbank. Footage from the funerÂal shows celebriÂties such as Dick Van Dyke, Buster Keaton and George ChanÂdler in attenÂdance. Stan’s friend Dick Van Dyke delivÂered this movÂing euloÂgy.
In this superb time lapse video, Dominic Boudreault presents five urban cities — MonÂtreÂal, QueÂbec City, ChicaÂgo, ToronÂto, and New York City — and what he calls the “the dualÂiÂty between city and nature.”
Most fasÂciÂnatÂing is the high vanÂtage point from which much of the footage was shot: watch the colÂorÂful lights adornÂing the Empire State BuildÂing, and just a minute latÂer, cars shootÂing down the freeÂway next to Lake MichiÂgan in snowy ChicaÂgo. The City LimÂits was shot in late 2010, earÂly 2011.
Eugene Buchko is a blogÂger and phoÂtogÂraÂphÂer livÂing in Atlanta, GA. He mainÂtains a phoÂtoÂblog, EruÂdite ExpresÂsions, and writes about what he reads on his readÂing blog.
For a cerÂtain kind of perÂson (that means you, Dan C.), a straight hour of Rolling Stones guiÂtarist KeiÂth Richards expoundÂing on the rock n’ roll life is about as close to heavÂen as one can get withÂout magÂiÂcalÂly transÂformÂing into Richards’ favorite guiÂtar. Here is the 66-year old legÂend being interÂviewed at the New York PubÂlic Library, folÂlowÂing the pubÂliÂcaÂtion of his critÂiÂcalÂly-acclaimed memÂoir Life, which no less severe a judge than Michiko KakuÂtani called “elecÂtriÂfyÂing.”
In the interÂview (see the remainÂing parts here,here and here) Richards comes off as witÂty, articÂuÂlate, and espeÂcialÂly eloÂquent when speakÂing about his pasÂsion for AmerÂiÂcan blues, but one of the most charmÂing earÂly moments comes thanks to his interÂlocuÂtor, AnthoÂny DeCurÂtis. DeCurÂtis is someÂthing of a rock star in his own field, but he fights a losÂing batÂtle with his natÂurÂal fanÂdom for the first 15 minÂutes of the conÂverÂsaÂtion, then finalÂly starts to implode at about the 22:2o mark. His mini-meltÂdown is immeÂdiÂateÂly folÂlowed by Richards’ hilarÂiÂous riff on the Stones’ earÂly BeaÂtÂles-envy, and it all just gets betÂter from there, culÂmiÂnatÂing in the expectÂed wild applause at the end of the hour.
A footÂnote: Richards’ colÂlabÂoÂraÂtor on Life is the respectÂed British jourÂnalÂist named James Fox. Fox spent five years workÂing with the guiÂtarist, or rather, chasÂing him from conÂtiÂnent to conÂtiÂnent, recordÂing hunÂdreds of hours of their conÂverÂsaÂtions, and then shapÂing those hours into a book that is not mereÂly coherÂent or interÂestÂing but genÂuineÂly litÂerÂary. He deserves a round of applause as well.
SheerÂly Avni is a San FranÂcisÂco-based arts and culÂture writer. Her work has appeared in Salon, LA WeekÂly, MothÂer Jones, and many othÂer pubÂliÂcaÂtions. You can folÂlow her on twitÂter at @sheerly
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