How Many Billboards is an Los Angeles area art project. From director Kimberli Meyer: Los Angeles public space begs for smart art to break up the monotony of everyday media fare, and the billboard provides a fertile position for artists who work critically and site-responsively to test their ideas in urban media space. Contemporary art [...]
More than anything else, sitting in the carport cruising through a milk crate or two of old albums — I mean albums, as in: on vinyl — will bring you face-to-face with your past lives. This is a product, I’m sure, of being in my forties. Simply having old albums is, of course, a product [...]
Except not right now. I’m at a loss.
I point at people in convertibles. The weather is beautiful and their soft top is up and I say, They shouldn’t be allowed to have those cars. I haven’t written in a while because I’m at a loss as to what to say. Three weeks ago — I think, time is a blur — Southern [...]
Maybe it’s just that, at this particular moment in time, perspective is my hammer. Southern Girl and I watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Along with Station Agent and In America, Eternal Sunshine is one the best movies I’ve seen in the last few years. Here’s what did it for me: the opening scene, [...]
At the Beyond Baroque Monday night fiction group, my fellow attendees would ask why I wrote about the same thing so often. Relationships, they said. Brothers, they said. And I didn’t have a good answer. It was about fiction. About circling around a topic until I felt I understood it. On ext337, I do the [...]
"He stopped commenting on this oddness of hers. She said the news clippings she sent to friends were a perfectly reasonable way to correspond. There were a thousand things to clip and they all said something about the way she felt. He watched her read and cut. She wore half-glasses and worked the scissors grimly. She believed these were personal forms of expression. She believed no message she could send a friend was more intimate and telling than a story in the paper about a violent act, a crazed man, a bombed Negro home, a Buddhist monk who sets himself on fire. Because these are the things that tell us how we live." -Don Dellilo, Libra