Over the weekend my mom and I drove the 5 and a half hours to Taos, NM. She got us this book on tape to listen to. We got really into it, listening literally every second on the way there. Then we realized that, in the time it took us to get to Taos, we weren’t even close to half way through the 14 disc’s. We spent the rest of the weekend trying to squeeze in time to listen everywhere, so we could finish before the trip was over. We ended our road trip sitting in the Good Times parking lot in Boulder to finish the book. It was a pretty beautiful mother/daughter moment.
This is a song that I first heard in Denmark, tried to popularize at Mt. Holyoke, and I still think about all the time. It’s sort of embarrassing how all my most played songs on itunes are the dirtiest though…
Think “Call Me Maybe” will be the song of the summer? You may be right. But we are totally behind dark-horse candidate “I Love It,” by Icona Pop.
Chris Richards ponders both songs, and other summer contenders, here.
I crashed my car into the bridge, I don’t care; I love it.
Academic Snobbery
I am editing the text for an exhibition catalog that is curated by a professor. In the beginning of his forward he says he wants this to be a catalog written by an art historian, but understandable beyond the reaches of art history.
We were going over the edits I recommended, and I had added a reference before the names of certain art historians, theorists, architects, because I’ve always thought that was a good thing to do. If the reader isn’t familiar with the person, they get some context, and if they are, they get to pat themselves on the back for knowing something. We got to a certain part where I had added “architect” before Rem Koolhaas’s name and the professor laughed and said “I don’t think we need that, everyone knows who Rem Koolhaas is.”
