Culture Vulture/Photo diary: Roz Chast and September 11 in the park

September 11, 2016

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A gorgeous Sunday afternoon. After brunch at the Shady Lady in Astoria, we made an expedition to the Museum of the City of New York at 104th Street and Fifth Avenue to check out the exhibition of Roz Chast’s “Cartoon Memoirs,” a wonderful array of her published “illustrations” (we call them cartoons) for the New Yorker and miscellaneous other artworks, including her pysanky (painted eggshell art) and many pages from her memoir about her parents, Can’t We Talk About Something More Pleasant?

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Neither of us had ever been to the museum and enjoyed reading the quotes about New York City in the stairwells, including this one with its curious bracketing. Turns out in the original quote the word for “toilet” that Jefferson used was the archaic “cloacina.”

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Afterwards we strolled through the Observatory Garden directly across the street in Central Park and walked home sharing what we remembered about how we spent September 11, 2001.

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Quote of the day: JOKES

September 11, 2016

JOKES

Among the standard topics of gag-writing back in my day were: mothers-in-law, parking problems, headaches, fags. One of the categories was fag jokes. I’d done them, but it never occurred to me that what we were doing was wrong. One day at a grocery store in Montauk, a deep voice standing next to me said right into my ear, “Really, Cavett? Fag jokes?” I turned directly into the face of the great Edward Albee and I realized, My god, yes, that time has passed.

Dick Cavett in the New York Times

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CULTURE VULTURE: Jacob Colliter

September 10, 2016

Jacob Collier is a 22-year-old black British wunderkind who recorded his first album in three months alone in his home studio. In My Room is a remarkable piece of work — amazingly diverse and sophisticated, conjuring any number of artists you might be familiar with but never in this mash-up: Brian Wilson and the Beach Boys and Take 6 and Stevie Wonder, for sure, but also traces of Van Dyke Parks, Laura Mvula, Philip Glass.  You can check out his website here.


Photo diary/Culture Vulture: Andy’s birthday week

August 28, 2016

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We started Andy’s birthday celebration with a delicious dinner (and sparkling dessert) in the company of Ben, Randall, and Hugh at Gastroteca Astoria.

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The celebration continued Friday night with a sunset bike ride down to the Village and a stroll through “Human Interest,” the Whitney Museum’s show with its intriguing array of interpretations as to what constitutes a portrait. Alexander Calder’s wire mobile of Edgard Varese. Diane Arbus’s baby picture of Anderson Cooper. Urs Fischer’s giant sculpture of Julian Schnabel as a burning candle. Jean-Michel Basquiat’s Hollywood Africans. Duane Hanson’s Woman with Dog, so startlingly realistic that I seriously believed it was a little piece of performance art, someone sitting and reading letters all day with a dog at her feet.

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Saturday turned to be a perfect day for a ferry ride to Gunnison Beach in Sandy Hook, NJ, bicycling to and from the Seastreak terminal on the East River. For dinner we met Cesar, Alison, and Bob for Ethiopian food at Abyssinia in Harlem.

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Sunday afternoon I took Andy to the Metrograph Cinema to see the Madonna documentary, Truth or Dare, which he’d never seen. We enjoyed strolling through the Lower East Side and Soho, taking in the new storefronts and street art. We thought our T-shirts together could form the basis of a PhD thesis about the cross-pollination of comic books and gallery art in the late 20th century.

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Photo diary/Culture Vulture: FlameCon 2016

August 21, 2016

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Andy and I checked out day two of FlameCon, the LGBTQ comics convention at the Brooklyn Bridge Marriott. It was a dazzling festival of gay geekery as far as the eye could see, with a full range of ages, colors, races, gender identities, and geek communities in evidence.

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Andy got to reconnect with Tony Breed, an artist whose web comic inspired an ongoing Twitter conversation and virtual friendship.

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We were both delighted to meet big sexy bear Steve MacIsaac, creator of the smart and beautiful and melancholy graphic zine Shirtlifter. (I overheard him earnestly explaining to someone where the name comes from.)

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The organizers did an impeccable job thinking of all the ways to make FlameCon inviting for populations who don’t always feel welcomed — free day for teenagers, stickers indicating what pronouns you prefer, a break room with a name I couldn’t parse (AFK Lounge, which my darling Big Honking Geek translated for me: Away From Keyboard).

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I bought a book (Kindris) and a T-shirt from Anthony Dortch, Jr., whose trippy textured work immediately resonated with me.

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O, Sunday afternoon in Brooklyn!

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