newyorker:

A Labor Day cartoon by Danny Shanahan.

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findeatdrink:

Ready for showtime #OutstandingInTheField Dinner @out_inthefield #Berkshires #berkfarmtable

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cross-connect:

One of my ALL TIME Favourite Photographers Hengki Koentjoro from Jakarta,Indonesia

Hassleblad Master 2014

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As most New Yorkers know, the subway system is the lifeline of New York City. In 1946 Stanley Kubrick set out as a staff photographer for LOOK Magazine to capture the story of New York City’s subway commuters.

Not really. I read very slowly. I’m a good listener. If they’d had books on tape back then, I would be the best-read person in the world. When I had to do a report on Measure for Measure, I went and got the records, and I listened to John Gielgud do it. My dad read Mark Twain to us at night. I loved “The Stolen White Elephant” and “The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County.” And The Prince and the Pauper, oh my God, did I love that. I read Mad magazine and stuff, but my parents were always yelling at me, You need to read more! Crack a book already! I was not really a reader until I left college. My favorite form of writing is still the short story. Winesburg, Ohio was the first book that I read where I recognized the people in it. I knew the teacher who was sort of gay and couldn’t control his hands. I recognized everybody in there. And then, with John Cheever, I recognized myself in the voice of the narrator. His voice sounds like the voice in my head—or what I wish it sounded like.

litquake:

Books predicting the future: prediction or influence? fact or fiction?

Or both?

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jenbekmanprojects:

iSketch104 by Jorge Colombo

Paired: Jorge ColomboLizzie Skurnick 

Grand Central, Track 23

I forgot to tell you it’s almost time to go.
The sun has distilled its particular worn essence
And the glittering trout is flipped on the bow.

A man asks me what time it is. I don’t know.
I have emptied my purse and wept in the presence
Of onlookers. I forgot to remember to go

Before eleven, when the steely arrow
Shot swimming to its underneath, tense
As a stream of salmon in reverse below

The laureled, relentless clocks. The sceptered row
Of columns dreams one o’clock, immense,
Inviolate. What time is it? I don’t know.

This story concerns the night I tried to go—
Though many times I flopped into the silence
Of orange plastic seating like onto the bow

Of a lonely ship, and felt my breathing slow.
The frail, retreating stand of columns prevents
The clocks from telling me time and time again to go.

At my feet, a glittering trout swims past the bow.

Lizzie Skurnick



In celebration of National Poetry Month, we’re introducing a new series called Paired, which will feature a 20x200 edition alongside a poem selected by a team member, friend, or collector each day in April. Submissions are welcome! Please write us at hello@20x200.com.

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jenbekmanprojects:

Hay Harvest, New Jersey by Shuli Hallak


PairedShuli Hallak + John Updike


Hoeing

I sometimes fear the younger generation will be deprived

of the pleasures of hoeing;
there is no knowing
how many souls have been formed by this simple exercise.

The dry earth like a great scab breaks, revealing
moist-dark loam—
the pea-root’s home,
a fertile wound perpetually healing.

How neatly the green weeds go under!
The blade chops the earth new.
Ignorant the wise boy who
has never rendered thus the world fecunder.

John Updike



In celebration of National Poetry Month, we’re introducing a new series called Paired, which will feature a 20x200 edition alongside a poem selected by a team member, friend, or collector each day in April. Submissions are welcome! Please write us at hello@20x200.com.

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nostalgia4thefuture:

Why I Want the Veronica Mars Movie to Make a Billion Dollars

A year ago this week, the Veronica Mars Kickstarter campaign was launched. As big, huge, enormous fans of the show, Jeffrey and I were early backers, and watched with giddy anticipation that first day as the contributions poured in. He wanted to go in on the movie premiere package, but I talked him out of it because money was tight. 

Jeffrey died a few months later. Both our friend Marybeth and I mentioned during his memorial how unfair it was that he would miss the Veronica Mars movie, and how bummed he would be. 

Imagine how blown away I was a couple of weeks later when a personal message signed by Kristen Bell and the rest of the cast arrived in my mailbox. A little birdie tipped off @IMKristenBell on Twitter and I will be forever grateful for this act of thoughtful kindness.

We had already started watching the series with our daughter Celeste. Celeste and I continued watching the rest of the three seasons in the months that followed. In addition to being a smart, witty kick ass feminist hero, Veronica, in mourning for her friend Lily, was modeling grief for us. Maybe Veronica, Logan, Eli and their peers weren’t always grieving in the most healthy or “correct” way (whatever that means), but seeing them get through it, bit by bit, and even find moments of happiness and love, gave me hope. 

The months crawled by. I would see the Kickstarter updates from creator Rob Thomas whenever I checked Jeffrey’s email, and every time I would feel a wistful pang. There were contests to win tickets to the movie premiere, but I just didn’t have the wherewithal to enter. I’d see the film along with everyone else and I’d continue to watch the excitement around the run up to the premiere from afar. 

Then I got a series of texts from my good friend Susan. If she could get me to the Veronica Mars panel in L.A.’s Paleyfest, could I make my way down there? Thanks to my wonderful generous sisters I could, and I did! 

The panel started with the documentary about the making of the Veronica Mars movie (which will be included on the DVD release). If you couldn’t see the self-effacement and gratitude of Thomas, Bell and the rest of the cast in their interviews these past months, you haven’t been paying attention, but this documentary will dispel all doubt. They are thrilled to have the opportunity to work together again, they LOVE their fans, and they did absolutely everything in their power to make a movie the fans would love. There are several genuinely touching moments in the documentary.

After months of fan events at ComicCon, SXSW and elsewhere, Rob and the cast still made time to sign autographs and pose for pictures at Paleyfest. I even got a picture with Ryan Hansen (who, by the way is SUPER nice and nothing like Dick Casablancas).

I’ll be watching the digital download of the Veronica Mars movie we got with our Kickstarter contribution tonight with Celeste. I hope you will see it in the theater or via digital download on iTunes or Amazon or Flixster. If the determination, heart, decency and kindness of Rob Thomas and his cast can translate to box office success, Veronica Mars will be a smash.

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