This week, we’re going to do a train of thought, connect the dots Thelonious Monk Memorial Weblog. Try to spot the connection between each post! It’s like a game for your brain.
In news about Seinfeld, Uncle Leo (Real name: Len Lesser) died this week. Yo La Tengo does a little Seinfeld too:
When it comes to other Leo’s, Leonardo da Vinci’s lover may have been the model for the Mona Lisa. Since he was a big homo, this makes sense.
If you’d like to look at some art that actually is good, check out this detail work.
Want real real art? These arches take the cake.
Also I love rainbows! Maybe I should have grown up in the 70s when it was okay to walk around in tie-dye. Except the only tie-dye I have ever really loved was that one creamsicle shirt I made myself that always prompted my dad to go out and buy sherbert.
Along the dessert train, tere is an entire website devoted to the care and keeping of Crème brûlée. Flan is better. I made flan this week. Discuss.
In things that you’d think wouldn’t be around anymore but they are, here is a computer playing Jeopardy. The one thing i liked about this show was that it was basically gimmick free. Why’d they have to go make it all new wave?
I will say that I’m not consistently into these videos where people inspire us to love the gays, but this one is actually super cute and it’s about IOWA and proves that it is a state full of lots of different types of people.
Justified if back on the air, but not back on Hulu. Tears of a clown. Still, it’s pretty good. Elmore Leonard’s books really do translate amazingly to the big and small screens; just watch George Clooney and Jennifer Lopez in Out of Sight. Do it. Really.
Roseanne is coming back to TV! “The program, from 3 Ball Productions/Eyeworks USA (The Biggest Loser), will look at Barr’s recent newfound life managing a fully-functional 40-acre macadamia and live stock farm on Hawaii’s Big Island alongside her long-time writer-musician boyfriend Johnny Argent and son Jake.” It’s The Biggest Loser cred that’s got me hooked, not the fully-functional 40-acre-macadamia farm, in case you were wondering.
I love Tootsie. There may have been one afternoon that Jessie and I biked along Lake Michigan, which was exhausting because I was out of shape and I had borrowed KB’s bike which was very rusty and then promptly lost the key somehow which I never do (lose things) and her bike remained locked to our back gate for approximately six months before I paid a very cute, awk young man too much money to saw it off and then she got it all fixed and it was stolen like two weeks later. What gives universe?
Anyway, that one day, we also got amazing sandwiches at Z&H before they were close to campus and were more of a luxury item and then came back to her apartment and ate them while watching this movie. It was perfection, summer-style. Tootsie has some “interesting feminist themes” according to Tony Scott. What doesn’t, Tony. What doesn’t. Also Teri Garr plays another lovable ditz (see Phoebe’s biological mother in Friends).
The Gehry building in downtown Manhattan is actually okay, though I don’t know why they couldn’t have made it seamless and had him design the school below as well.
For architecture that actually tells the test of time, look no further than this book The Complete Architecture of Adler and Sullivan. When I took the AP Art History test in high school, they totally had a Sullivan building on it and you had to identify the architect, but it was a really unfair question, because it was a completely nondescript building. Okay, it might have actually been the Schlesinger and Mayer Department Store, but it was a bad angle and I am certain basically no one got that right. I went on to rock that thing, in case you were wondering and you consider a 4 “rocking.”
Pixar again! Can’t get enough. I would sell my right, non-animating arm for a chance to go back and rewrite my history to be good enough to animate for them. Also, does anyone else have a feeling that Melena Ryzik sticks out like a sore thumb in California? “What’s up Michael Cera?”
Michael Moore is an idiot and is trying to get more money from the Weinstein’s off of Fahrenheit 9/11. While I will say that I did sob silently during that movie, it was definitely due to the footage and not the film. It’s good to know that a dude who made an film entitled Capitalism: A Love Story is asking for an increase in his due profits. America at it’s finest.
Between Two Ferns is back, this time with perfectly paired Tila Tequila and Jennifer Aniston. Dad always said she was the most talented Friends cast member, and despite my soft spot for Ross (and Chandler in the early years) he may be right.
Lightening never strikes the same place twice, but it does strike the same general area repeatedly.
Listen to David Oshinsky discuss his Pulitzer Prize–winning book Polio: An American Story, because Jonas Salk was incredible and I once made a highly realistic looking clay sculpture of him in fourth grade.
Computer Rosie the Riveters are not what you think they are, but are still very very cool, and show us that women can rock it in tech.
Unfortunately, the South Street Seaport Museum, one of the only indications that the South Street Seaport Historic District is an actual neighborhood, has fallen on some hard times.
Dylan performed at the Grammys, which some people liked and some people didn’t. I say, just remember the old days:
Like father, like son: Two interviews with Teddy Thompson and Richard Thompson. The best part of Teddy’s interview is when he says, “I would never like to be compared with Michael Bublé. Ewww.” And here’s a good duet of the two of them:
New Paul Simon is pretty bomb, I’ll say. Stereogum is saying the Vampire Weekend fans will like it, but maybe it’s more historically accurate to say that Paul Simon fans might like Vampire Weekend?
Listen to Jame Blake’s cover of Case Of You, one of the best love songs ever.
This piece on not drinking and dating is actually nice, honest and not total bullshit.
Let’s leave it with James Dean and Brigette Bardot, who said it best when he said “If a man can bridge the gap between life and death, if he can live on after he’s dead, then maybe he was a great man.”
Playboy, July 1964.