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Ladies and gents, it's time for another quick playlist to start your weekend off right. Lord knows I'm going to need it, making my way in a sorry station wagon full of other exhausted lunatics, from VT to RI, at 4am this morning. We've somehow managed to convince ourselves after Bonnaroo 2011 that doing this again, in the middle of jobs and school and visa applications, will be chicken soup for the insomniac's soul. Hence interrupting our glamorous research assistant/baby grad student lives for a pilgrimage to Newport Folk 2012. The whole thing should generally be considered a fit of youthful foolishness, in which we'll do our best to channel Dean Moriarty minus the casual misogyny and drug addiction. Expect updates in re our success or failure on our return. Sorry if it's not your speed--I'll mix it up next time, pinky promise.
  7/27/12 by NYC METROPOLIS on Grooveshark

1. Lost Kid- The Apache Relay
2. Six Weeks- Of Monsters and Men
3. Little Toy Gun- Honeyhoney
4. I Found You- Alabama Shakes
5. Boy With a Coin- Iron & Wine

Despite the recent shooting of innocent moviegoes at the Dark Knight premiere in Aurora, Colorado, I was still willing to see the film when invited by a friend. Yes, I found the incident random and horrifying, but at the time little was known about the killer's motives. I was thinking, a crowded confined space is what it is. The nature of the film is just coincidence. It was only in sitting through the movie's first few minutes that I began to recognize the creepy violence of this series and coincidence began to seem more like causation.

Recently got some film developed that I shot in the city this May. I like this Only in NY because (for once) it could actually be many many places where green things come up in spring.

New York
Some of the first buds coming up in Morningside Park, May 2012

New York City
Early Spring 2012 in Riverside Park

Now that I am officially out of school and have been given the majority of my days to squander at my leisure, I have been increasingly voyaging into Brooklyn, namely Park Slope. I will admit that I was, at first, a little skeptical of our neighboring borough and its endless rows of grand but understated brownstones. Why were they all content to be the same size? Where was that virile drive for power and dominance that charged the heart of William Van Alen causing him to send the Chrysler Tower thrusting into the sky?
I soon found that this sort of understated elegance permeates the majority of Park Slope. Everything is a little closer to the ground, it’s a little more woody, rustic, and organic. People walk slower, their sunglasses are a little less mirrored. The main prediciment this environment causes for your average tourist is that it becomes hard to find the key destinations. There are no major commercial intersections marked with clusters of screaming fluorescents to direct you to the thrills of a blob of Justin Bieber-shaped wax or a plastic tube of $10/lb. M&Ms. So people get lost in Park Slope, wandering aimlessly around, walking around in circles, poking their heads in random boutiques and organic food markets, searching for the excitement. Luckily, for you fortunate readers, veni, vidi, vici, and I’m willing to share the spoils.

Officially, the new Spiderman film also has a new name-- "The Amazing Spider-Man"-- separating it from its predecessors. Personally, though, I anticipate it being remembered as the Andrew Garfield Spiderman. The plot and aesthetics of this version differ in no discernible way-- it is only the actors' unique interpretations of their characters that make it a film worthy of a trip to the local cineplex.


A year or two ago Bon Iver was still the stuff of small clubs and All Songs Considered, skirting mainstream music and shunned by Billboard charts. But after two Grammys and months of buzz you now have no excuse to be ignorant of Justin Vernon’s singular crooning on Skinny Love (I mean, Pitchfork gave their self-titled second album the No. 1 spot on their Best of 2011 list. Come on! Not that it stopped the confused American masses). That’s why the indie folk outfit is the If in this resurrection of If You Like, Then You Like (as a bonus, my money’s on Ed Sheeran for a similar rise to stardom, just saying). The Then this time around is the much smaller and equally talented Ben Howard, English singer-songwriter who’s only just begun to sell out American rooms. His May show at the Bowery was incredible—don’t think twice the next time he’s in town. So there you have it: If you like Bon Iver, then you’d like Ben Howard.

Hello New Yorkers and fellow exiles! I've been revising some thoughts I put down this spring about going back to my high school job, and decided that giving it to you might make me leave it alone for once and for all. Longer than usual, but I think you'll like it (it's about you, after all. Sort of, anyway. It might mostly be about me. But I'll leave that open to debate).

Read me ramble under the cut:




1. ROCKAWAY TACOS
2. THE MOSAIC WHALE
3. BOARDWALK

A WANDERLUST SIDE NOTE:
Rockaway Beach is a truly unique experience. It is, first of all, very strange to me that you can access it for only $2.25 by subway. It feels somewhat surreal, like that children's television show where a bunch of terrible children are launched into space on a rogue school bus.




1. RICKSHAW DUMPLINGS, MANHATTAN SKYLINE
2. S. AMERICAN CULTURE PARADE
3. ASSORTED SWEETS, CHINATOWN, BAY RIDGE

I am sorry to say that I have recently been relatively disappointed in film. It started when I went to see Magic Mike in theaters-- a film which does not possess even the smallest fetal skeleton of plot or character development. And continued with a slow night spent in my dorm room watching a bizarre Netflix biopic.

So, relatively resigned to bad movies in general, back on my Netflix account, I began Michel Gondry's Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. My first thought was "well, if it's got nothing else, it's got the beautiful Kate Winslet." At the time it felt like a superficial throw-away, but, in retrospect, I realize that a lovely, talented actress is nothing at which to scoff.