What time is the Cocktail Hour? Any time for the Westport crowd!
The drinking on Bewitched was as ubiquitous as the magic, so we've collected an intoxicating array of photos for your consumption. As always, everything in moderation.
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What time is the Cocktail Hour? Any time for the Westport crowd!
The drinking on Bewitched was as ubiquitous as the magic, so we've collected an intoxicating array of photos for your consumption. As always, everything in moderation.
You kids keep worrying about what tools you should use for making design. You know what I used? A pencil, a dry martini and some balls.
I’m tired of taking an abacus with me every time I go out for a meal. I’d like an app that allows me to plug in the cost of my supper and then automatically calculates a reasonable 4% tip. The app should always “round down” and have the ability to be reset to 3% or lower if my soup was watery or my waiter had a nose ring and gave me some sass.
Racy, granted, and not entirely to my taste but the boys at the senior’s center are clamoring for it and would gladly part with 99 cents in order to see some tasteful swimwear snaps of the lovely Bea Arthur.
I can’t understand anything these damned young people say and desperately need an app that will translate moronic greetings like “Yo cappy wuzzup nig” into the proper English phrase “Hello, sir, how are you today?” It may not close the generation gap but at least I’ll be able to tell if someone is asking me for directions or trying to mug me.More cool apps at The Problem with Young People Today Is…
Angelitos Negros, a ballad protesting racial discrimination, was written in 1948 by legendary Mexican actor and singer Pedro Infante. It is the title song of one of the classics of the golden age of Mexican cinema.
In addition to Eartha Kitt, Angelitos Negros (also known by its English title, “Paint Me Black Angels”) has been covered by Roberta Flack and Cat Powers.
Eartha is mesmerizing, relying upon nothing more than her extraordinary presence. As she weeps, she sings:
Though the Virgin may be white,
paint me some black angels,
for they go to heaven, too
as all good black people do.
Paint me some black angels now
We like to shake our cupcakes in a cocktail glass using colorful melted frosting for the mixer. You can garnish your cupcake cocktail with candy and sugar to look like your favorite Mojito, Daquiri, Cosmo, or even a Shirley Temple.
A coin operated machine from 'The Under the Pier Show, Southwold, made by Tim Hunkin. You load the reactor with fuel using a remote manipulator arm, and then take away your 'edible nuclear waste'.
A map of New Jersey based solely on Bruce Springsteen lyrics. 200+ references on a 23x32 newsprint poster.
Procrastination from Johnny Kelly on Vimeo.
For those with genuine champagne tastes, The Lebua Hotel at State Tower offers a dessert with you in mind. The base (strawberry chocolate mousse adorning chocolate cake) is common to a commoner’s dessert. It’s the adornments (champagne sherbet, crème brûlée with Perigord truffles, gold-flecked leaves for garnish) that put it in the lap… or on the plate… of luxury. Don’t expect to experience this caliber of decadence on a “beer budget”; a single slice has a price tag of $640.
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The impact of The End Of History is a perfect conceptual marriage between taxidermy, art and craft brewing. The bottles are at once beautiful and disturbing – they disrupt conventions and break taboos, just like the beer they hold within them.
Back in 2004, an art collective called La Mexicaine de la Perforation (LMDP) was in the news for creating a true "underground" cinema 60 feet beneath the streets of Paris. The spokesperson for La Mexicaine de la Perforation was Lazar Kunstmann, who has since revealed that LMDP is just one part of a large urban exploration group called UX. Kunstmann recently documented the secret society's efforts in a book titled La culture en clandestins: L’UX. The literary journal brick profiles Kunstmann and his co-conspirators' clandestine adventures, including their efforts to repair The Paris Panthéon’s 19th century clock, broken since the 1960s. From Brick (photo from National Geographic)
Rome is abuzz with news about Caravaggio in the past weeks! The Baroque bad boy — who died 400 years ago this month — has been in the spotlight for months as the Eterna marks the anniversary of his demise and capitalizes on an ever-growing fascination with the artist. From February to June, fans flocked to the Scuderie al Quirinale to admire an exhibition of Caravaggio paintings brought from museums around the world; in June a team of scientists announced the discovery of a body that may be that of the artist; and just last weekend, the Borghese Gallery and three Roman churches stayed open all night to let Caravaggio fans admire his works on the 400th anniversary of the Italian Baroque artist’s death.
At the heart of Kashgar is the so-called Old City. Of tremendous historical value, the twisting alleyways and haphazardly built houses clump together and spring out of the city’s terrain in an organic and natural way. After sporadic uprisings and fighting between Uighurs and Hans, the Beijing-controlled municipal government has unveiled plans to completely renovate the Old City. Uighur families who’ve lived in the same location for, in some cases, hundreds of years will be uprooted and resettled in cookie cutter apartment blocks built according to contemporary Chinese building standards. More at GAIA PHOTOS
Last August I drove to Isabella Rossellini's apartment in Manhattan from the little town of Elora Ontario where I live, armed with a laptop and a mic. There we recorded her narration for two tracks for my album The Maple Mountain Sunburst Triolian Orchestra. She was as gracious and wonderful as one would imagine.
The words are from Laura Archera Huxley, widow of Aldous Huxley. She died in 2007 at the age of 96 at her Hollywood Hills home.
Godspeed, unicorns.
Twelve Ways to Commit Suicide,” from the American Medical Journal, reprinted in the Manhattan and de la Salle Monthly, 1875:According to this article I should be dead (see numbers 2, 4 and 5).
- Wearing of thin shoes and cotton stockings on damp nights and in cold, rainy weather. Wearing insufficient clothing, and especially upon the limbs and extremities.
- Leading a life of enfeebling, stupid laziness, and keeping the mind in an unnatural state of excitement by reading trashy novels. Going to theatres, parties and balls in all sorts of weather, in the thinnest possible dress. Dancing till in a complete perspiration, and then going home without sufficient over-garments through the cold, damp air.
- Sleeping on feather-beds, in seven-by-nine bedrooms, without ventilation at the top of the windows, and especially with two or more persons in the same small, unventilated bedroom.
- Surfeiting on hot and very stimulating dinners. Eating in a hurry, without masticating your food, and eating heartily before going to bed every night, when the mind and body are exhausted by the toils of the day and the excitement of the evening.
- Beginning in childhood on tea and coffee, and going from one step to another, through chewing and smoking tobacco and drinking intoxicating liquors, and physical and mental excesses of every description.