Anonymous asked: hi

oh hello!

Like many New Yorkers, I could map out my life in the city as a series of taxi rides. They have bookended significant events: trips to the airport, to job interviews, and home from dates. The typical taxi trip is under three miles and lasts twelve minutes, and, in a way, it contains all the highs and lows of city life: it is at once solitary and intimate, claustrophobic and liberating. A pessimist might fixate on the dollars clicking away on the meter in rush-hour traffic, or on being body-slammed by another citizen in a grab for an open cab door. An optimist might focus on the rare opportunity a taxi ride affords for reflection, or on what the writer and cabbie Melissa Plaut refers to as “mystical slipstreams”—the long runs of green lights that, on streets like Tenth Avenue, can bring on a feeling of exhilaration. F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote, in the essay “My Lost City,” “I remember riding in a taxi one afternoon between very tall buildings under a mauve and rosy sky; I began to bawl because I had everything I wanted and knew I would never be so happy again.
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]  Download

my new favorite!

catchong:

(via the Pots, the Rob Pots)

catchong:

(via the Pots, the Rob Pots)

the morning benders - excuses.

also new yorkers, also bay area transplants!

It struck me that distant cities are designed precisely so you can know where you came from. We bring home with us when we leave. Sometimes it becomes more acute for the fact of having left.
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]  

i do this stupid thing where i regularly make big lists of “songs + artists that look interesting!” all complete for listening and judging, but never get around to actually listening to them regularly. instead, once a month or so, i decide i’m not in the mood for anything familiar and turn to this massive list of songs. and every month, i kick myself in the head for taking so long to discover things that i really like.

this is one of those cases. gorilla vs bear posted this really lovely rogue wave song, covered by still corners, that i really wish i hadn’t waited a week to try. i’m probably going to listen to this over and over again, and by the time i’m ready to listen to something else, the holidays will have come and gone.

maybe i should stock up on valentine’s day music preemptively. whatever that means.

library wisdom

from a survey of library + museum digitization projects.

question fifty six: “What has been your experience with digital asset management software? Have you developed in-house solutions? Purchased commercial software? Used open source? What do you recommend?”

answer (one of many): “Recommendation: Take this soft you need to do, but do not rely on a special soft. The most important is the identification of the source and the trial to get along with the necessary system. Never let you grip from any side. Use your mind to be critical against everything, be free to choose.”

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]  

yet another track from teen dream, which i firmly believe to be the most excellent of excellent albums from the year. 

today, i received some information in the form of a flyer about ethnic food power rankings.
i hope one day, after i learn to make good mexican food, to be able to make mexcian food too. (i am, as you might imagine, a little intimidated by its lofty rating.)

today, i received some information in the form of a flyer about ethnic food power rankings.

i hope one day, after i learn to make good mexican food, to be able to make mexcian food too. (i am, as you might imagine, a little intimidated by its lofty rating.)