I’d love to see documentaries that do this for the games of today, that probe difficult questions of culture and gender and violence and human interaction. In other words, the sorts of questions that will get people to take games — and their attendant documentaries — seriously.cmonstah in the LA Times.
BABY: want bookWhy doesn’t Mallory Ortberg have her own sketch comedy show? (…or does she, and I just don’t know about it?)
ME: that is the rankest consumerism
ME: oh you want to be a subject?
you want to just be a subject that consumes blindly?
you realize you’re resisting literally nothing right now
BABY: want green book
Ernst Haeckel in his work Kunstformen der Natur (1899-1904), grouped together these specimens, including trilobites (which are extinct) and horseshoe crabs, so the viewer could clearly see similarities that point to the evolutionary process.
This and other drawings from the Museum Library’s Rare Book collection are on view now in Natural Histories: 400 Years of Scientific Illustration from the Museum’s Library.
© AMNH/D. Finnin
Horseshoe crabs are unbelievably ancient (and threatened), as Ian Frazier explained recently.
Today is WNYC’s 90th birthday! We’ll be posting some of our favorite archival photos all day, but it’s all downhill from this one, we think…
-Jody, BL Show-
Time for some #donuts #redvelvet #amazingglaze #louisville #southernindiana #strawberry #custard #maplebacon #fritter #glazed #foodie
Gosh, I miss Louisville doughnuts.
Ah, Bartleby! Ah, humanity!
Herman Melville, "Bartleby, the Scrivener: A Story of Wall Street"
Friday Final Lines | Every Friday, we offer the closing lines of a Penguin Classic to finish up the workweek.
Thinking of Evgeny Morozov.
The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of change.
Here, on the pulse of this fine day
You may have the courage
To look up and out upon me, the
Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
No less to Midas than the mendicant.
No less to you now than the mastodon then.
Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister’s eyes, into
Your brother’s face, your country
And say simply
An excerpt from “On the Pulse of Morning,” Maya Angelou’s 1993 inaugural poem for Bill Clinton.
Portuguese book covers from the 1960s.