Nick Cave’s HEARD•NY starts tomorrow!! The ‘Crossing’ performance in Grand Central Terminal will take place at 11AM and 2PM every day this week. Slowly and majestically weaving through the bustling crowds, 30 life-size, mulit-color horses will invite commuters, tourists, and passersby to stop in their tracks as they encounter these otherworldly figures. As you pass through GCT during this magical week remember to take a picture & hashtag #IHEARDNY
I picked the wrong week to stay in DC
* in which a realization tarnishes pinkie forever.
my sister and i recently traveled to the huntington library, where we snapped pictures, basked in the incredible beauty and detail of early children’s book illustrations, and walked amongst the gardens in a fervent search for shade. it was hot. damn sun.
anyway. when i was a child, i had a small reproduction of this thomas lawrence portrait (sarah barrett moulton, a.k.a pinkie, 1794) hanging on my bedroom wall. i never particularly liked it, and i still don’t. her right arm seems weirdly and uncomfortably strained, and the perspective is off. she looks like she’s floating, which is kinda cool, and the dramatic sky, evocative of the time, is quite lovely. she could be a jane austen heroine, except pinkie died the year austen was born, so…
alas, nothing could have prepared me for what followed my initial analysis of the painting. standing there, in a room full of gainsborough portraits, surrounded by flat-footed, badly dressed tourists, i gazed upon her face, and it hit me. it is a realization that will forever tarnish this painting, regardless of my aforementioned feelings, henceforth.
indeed, dear pinkie here is a dead-ringer for michael cera.
sweet. baby. jesus.
oh my gosh you’re right.
Just when it seemed that having a weird, guilty attraction to Michael Cera couldn’t get any weirder or guiltier.
Work is never wasted
— Aisha Tyler. This is one non-funny note in the Girl on Guy long, amazing string of podcasts of her talking being funny with other funny people I love.
Jane Curtin and Dan Aykroyd doing Point-Counterpoint on Weekend Update, 17th March 1979.
This feels familiar.
You’re a dairy now
— Thing I just said to a friend who had a baby last month.