★★★★ Mildness blanketed the street, as relaxing as the day before had been stimulating. The light was tinted in grimy but lush shades, gold tones bruising into purples.
Self-delusion is one of the most important survival instincts you have: If you were always aware of just how awful you are you’d have cranked up the gas and emptied out the medicine cabinet long ago.
Last week, members of WeWork, an office-space concern based in New York City and most recently valued at ten billion dollars, were invited to an event on Tuesday, at 7:30, on the fourth floor of WeWork’s 18th street location.
“Games are consumed actively in a way that is very different from encounters with books, movies, or other art forms: by definition, one’s time with a game is time spent taking actions, making decisions; and video games generally require a long time to play—dozens, even hundreds of hours, spread out over weeks or months.
Gunga Had Steady Work You can do it. You just can’t do it again. What shall we do if the no stays no, if the no keeps coming, and goes on no?
Is our need to turn David Foster Wallace into some kind of secular saint detracting from our ability to appreciate him purely as a writer of grandiose, impenetrable literature?
I declare October 10 to be Patti Smith Day-grateful for her artistic contribution, leading the way for women in rock.
The fleeting illusion of belonging is made more cruel by the inevitable realization that you remain alone.
★★★★★ The clouds kept easing out of the way of the sun. When they were an almost-full sheet in the morning, the light came in below them from the east, and it continued unimpeded all day.
Sometime between early February and late May, the proprietor of a yoga studio read a “Best Yoga Studios” list that I had compiled as an intern at the Sun Times Network.
This track is like one of those lights that gets increasingly bright over a set period of time so that you emerge from your slumber gently and with a sense of serenity rather than abruptly and full of homicidal rage.
★★★★ A bird cheeped and trilled somewhere along Broadway. A shine was on the asphalt; the sky had attained a still deeper blue, making the buildings look close at hand.
What’s that? You won’t be able to get through the rest of the day without a video centered on the theme of Morris dancing from one of the year’s best albums?
There are two stories about Twitter that are really just one story told from two different points of view.
Joy is the name we give the fleeting moment when we somehow forget how unhappy we are. This is why we spend so much time seeking out distraction.
★★★★ Light bounced off glass in great flooding sheets, glanced off the quilted side of a food cart to make twisting figures on the sidewalk.
I’ve been thinking a lot about murder. Not committing one, but a few of them from a few decades ago, so my playlists have become filled with murder ballads.
Here is an excellent piece by Emily Nussbaum about “what advertising does to TV” at a time when the two are necessarily clutching each other closer and closer: Viewers have little control over how any show gets made; TV writers and directors have only a bit more—their roles mingle creativity and management in a way that’s designed to create confusion.
I rather like this. Perhaps you will too. The whole thing seems like a good soundtrack for a long walk, so if you’ve got something like that in your future click on the “Resident Advisor” bit at the top for the rest of it.
Steve Jobs is a three-act play written by Aaron Sorkin and directed by Danny Boyle, whose facts, such as they are, largely come from Walter Isaacson’s authorized biography of the same name.