Friday, December 6, 2013
It was maybe 1988, maybe 1987. I was the proud rider of a Sims Pocket Knife 1440, duly emblazoned with a variety of me-defining stickers, the proudest of which were Fishbone, Sturtevant's and Ban Apartheid. I'm not sure why that Sturtevant's one meant so much. Maybe I was thumbing my nose at the fact that I couldn't get the coveted Sessions sticker. I still remember that one day at the base of the lift, my teal green Gore-Tex jacket sensibly keeping out the snow my adolescent's rebelliously worn blue jeans could not, the slightly older punk ski bum lift operator, too cool for my school, sneered and panned my artwork: "Yeah man, ban apartheid, nyaaaaaah." It made me feel equally pea size and wildly angry then, and still fills me with some distant anger now. There is an absolutely stunning series of Anti-Apartheid posters on NYTimes.com right now. Immensely worth the context.
Thursday, December 5, 2013
H.G. Wells threw out some zingers. "Today's crisis is tomorrow's joke." "Nothing leads to futility as literary ambitions without systemic knowledge." "Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo." "History is a race between catastrophe and education."
And then I think and look this up:
The adjective systematic means (1) carried out using step-by-step procedures, or (2) of, characterized, or constituting a system. It typically describes carefully planned processes that unfold gradually. Systemic, which is narrower in definition, means systemwide or deeply engrained in the system. It usually describes habits or processes that are difficult to reverse because they are built into a system.
There is some gray area between the words. When there is doubt, it’s usually safer to go with systematic, which is older and more broadly defined.
So, there you go, feel free to substitute as necessary. Last night I was listening to one of my favorite radio shows while on the way to the banya for a schvitz I was hoping would cure me of some impending illness I've been harboring. Nothing like the subtle machinations of water and air teaming together to do the job. However you read that sentence it is something to think about. The other day President Obama said something about the loss of opportunity as the great challenge of our century. It had something to do with class struggle, education and some hazy idea of the American directive. Maybe, I think. But I don't think it's the great challenge. No, our great challenge brings us back to that banya, H.G. Wells and that video post from the other day with that Patagonia guy; just getting ourselves to survive the century in the first place.
Give yourself a moment to listen to this.
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Friday, November 29, 2013
"When Superstorm Sandy devastated the East Coast, it was a wake up call to a new reality. Shored Up takes us to the heart of this climate change controversy, following communities in New Jersey and North Carolina where politics, economics and science collide. Beginning 3 years before Sandy hit and following the debates over beach replenishment and other attempts to hold back the sea, Shored Up is a convincing call for action along our coasts. As the oceans rise and storms flood our towns and cities, we have a choice to make: do we continue to develop as we have in the past, ignoring clear risks and danger? Or, do we allow science to guide our policies for the future...before it's too late?"
Playing all week at Cinema Village!
Monday, November 25, 2013
Saturday, November 23, 2013
It is tended to be thought, if that turn of phrase can be turned that way, that the wild west bonanza of the world wide web profits most those who are keen on visual stimulus of the most constant, insistent sort. The filmmaking industry, artists and those who would exploit them alike, has had a course wholly altered by what is known as "online content," whole careers already defined as "you know, that guy who is sooo good at those little webumentaries shot with a 5D." Stuff like that. What is less often commented upon is the even greater effect the internet has had on radio. Once thought to be out the door, Mohican style, radio has a renewed relevance few people predicted. I won't go into it, the myriad of examples, probably already documented better elsewhere, save to say that it's a pain in the ass to watch a video while cooking, driving or sitting on a packed subway car. It is with little fanfare then (as far as I can tell) that the 92nd Street Y, that venerable vacuum cleaner of all things high culture, has made the totality of it's archives, dating back to 1946, totaling more than 10,000 snootily curated events, available to stream online. This is a simply flabbergasting sonic opportunity. The stuff of dreams, really. Let the EBNY No Surf Blog be the very first no-surf blog to point you in this right direction:
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Friday, November 22, 2013
Every year we talk about the "big decision." Do we go back for Thanksgiving and Christmas? Do we spend all those air miles? In generally we opt for the double, California and family being too tantalizing a prospect for weary souls. We've made the other decisions before... sometimes taking a turkey trip to the best coast, sometimes only opting for watching the new year's sun set rather than rise. This year we're sticking around for the former, heading out for the latter. All this means for you, dear reader, is less of the traditional late November sunny surfside shots you might be accustomed to here at the EBNY No-Surf Blog, and a brand new opportunity for social disaster should you be in town, without family and in need of some love. On Friday November 29th, Picture Farm Gallery will be hosting a day-after-bring-your-own-leftovers-wine-and-beer art talk dance party singalong. After pulling yourself, giddy and trembling, out of those perfect post turkey day waves, pack up the uneaten bits and bring them over and lets sit around the enormous table in the middle of the gallery and talk. Or come by a little later for a little dancing. Maybe you'll find that winter warmth you've been looking for, or simply need.
Thursday, November 21, 2013
It isn't so much the having or not having a purpose that gets me. It's the searching for one. Waiting for it. I reckon a sense of purpose may be the most overrated sense we have. Smell is important, it helps you taste! Sight? You get to see things. Touch? Sex! Hugs! But purpose? I guess I can't be all that down on the idea. It's not that I don't have the sense, but try as I might the only purpose I can make out is the actual purpose of choosing a purpose. And that seems dubious from the get go. I'd rather be stuck with an overwrought sense of gratitude. Now there's a sense that'll get you out of bed in the morning.
Monday, November 18, 2013
"Watching Robin Kegel´s style you get to think that this thing he does is really easy... switching stance, reading the wave like he does, finding the balance, turning the board like a featherweiht sword, moving up the face, through the setions, turning here, floating there, basically gliding like he does....
His signature style is incomparable. No one does what he does, and that´s why he is one of the great surfers out there today. A unique character with a unique vision and a unique style."
- Via this place.
( I also found this via that blog...)
When we first moved from San Francisco to New York at the turn of the century, we thought we'd seen it all. We thought, "oh gay culture, lesbian culture, straight culture, we're from San Fran! Whatever." Of course New York is New York and nothing in any previous cultural experience can prepare you for the pure crucible of style, expectation and applied intelligence that happens here. It was not long before we was hanging out at Beige drinking bottles of champagne in Edwige's private corner booth watching all the artists, bon vivants and fawners pass by to give the grand dame their best wishes. A friend is now helping to make this movie and I'll be stoked to see it turn out. A bit of history that is alive.
Check it out here.