"Truth is fragmentary at best: we love and betray each other not in quite the same breath but in two breaths that occur in fairly close sequence."
-Tennessee Williams
Woman, writer, editor, geek, redhead, new yorker, brooklynite, consummate culture consumer and critic.
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Give me what you've got: taylorlong at gmail dot com.
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Print by Rauschenberg, who passed away today, which made me a little upset, because I respond very strongly to his work. One of the best things that came to Hofstra was a series of his prints, which we had to write about for my Alternative Processes photography class. It’s the way I was introduced to his work, and I was thrilled when I went to the Museum of Contemporary Art in Nice and they had a bunch, as well. Like a lot of truly great art, it’s quite something to see something like this in person.
WHERE ARE THE HOROSCOPES?
First Vanity Fair takes theirs away, now you - next thing you know tarot.com will take away their iGoogle widget, and then I’ll really be screwed!
“ There is nothing more dreadful than imagination without taste.
— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (who has the same birthday as me: August 28th)
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FriTunes
FriTunes was doing the online mixtape thing long before muxtape - they update every friday using a theme and you can download the songs. It was down for a couple months, but now it’s back!
These will be mine in 2-4 days.
“ In our time, we were clamorous and vain. I speak not only for myself here, but for all those with whom I shared the era and what I think of as its attitudes. We wanted it all; sometimes we confused self-destructiveness with virtue and talent, obliteration with ecstasy, heedlessness with courage. Worshiping the doctrines of Hemingway as we did, we wanted constant grace under constant pressure, and stoicism before a disillusionment that somehow never went stale. We wanted to die well every single day, to be a cool guy and a good-looking corpse. How absurd, because nothing is free, and we had to learn that at last. Every generation must—be it romantic or pragmatic, spiritually striving or materialistic as a copper penny. We learned what we had to, and we did what we could. In some ways the world profited and will continue to profit by what we succeeded in doing. We were the chief victims of our own mistakes. Measuring ourselves against the masters of the present, we regret nothing except our failure to prevail.
— Robert Stone, Prime Green
caramel brownies, red wine & the new Death Cab album,
Narrow Stairs (on a CD, NOT the leak).
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Is There a Real Woman in This Multiplex?
Dargis made this point (very quickly and in parentheses) in her review of There Will Be Blood, and I was really hoping she’d expand it into a separate piece. Luckily, she did.
Good god, I love this city.
I don’t mean to be an asshole when I say this, but it is truly difficult for me to comprehend how anyone could not want to live here.
It’s that time again: seasonal mix time!
Ok, ok, so I know that in the letter with the winter mixes, I said that I love winter music, but I really, really love spring music.
Anyhow.
For those of you who don’t know the score (though you totally should by now!), I make mixes for every season, basically, and send them out to whomever wants one.
If you’d like a Spring-themed mix from yours truly, just send me your most current mailing address via an e-mail to taylorlong AT gmail DOT com. (Please don’t make me hunt it down, even if you’ve already sent it before. Yes, I’m lazy. Deal.)
This is open to everyone, even you, person that hardly talks to me. So if you’re interested, don’t be shy. You can always make me one in return if you feel weird asking.
