July 2008 Archives

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another uniformed thug, saving our streets for cars


Around 9:30 on Friday night, a bicyclist pedaling down Seventh Avenue veered to the left, trying to avoid hitting a police officer who was in the middle of the street.

But the officer, Patrick Pogan, took a few quick steps toward the biker, Christopher Long, braced himself and drove his upper body into Mr. Long.

Officer Pogan, an all-star football player in high school, hit Mr. Long as if he were a halfback running along the sidelines, and sent him flying.

As of Tuesday evening, a videotape of the encounter had been viewed about 400,000 times on YouTube. "I can't explain why it happened," Police Commissioner Raymond W. Kelly said on Tuesday. "I have no understanding as to why that would happen."


These are the first short paragraphs of a longer Jim Dwyer piece, "When Official Truth Collides With Cheap Digital Technology", published on line by the NYTimes a few hours ago. The site conveniently supplies a side box, a history capsule of some recent arrests in New York City. It focuses on the dramatic discrepancies between police accounts and what was captured by cameras, and there are also links to texts and videos.


New York's bicyclists have seen the future of the city, and they are already a part of it. Unfortunately the NYPD is operating somewhere in the early twentieth century: They may be our "[girls and] boys in blue", but when there's a bicycle in sight they act like Brownshirts.

See video evidence from this past Friday of the latest violent assault in the NYPD's continuing illegal campaign against bikes here, and for more history, see this video report.


[bystander's video stills from the New York Post]

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Are we going to be taken for another ride?

This NYTimes headline and story is of a kind once available only inside The Onion, "America's finest news source", but my benighted countrymen have been honing their skills as jokesters lately:

Drop in Miles Driven Is Depleting Highway Fund; Loan From Mass Transit Is Urged

WASHINGTON - Gasoline tax revenue is falling so fast that the federal government may not be able to meet its commitments to states for road projects already under way, the secretary of transportation said Monday.

The secretary, Mary E. Peters, said the short-term solution would be for the Highway Trust Fund's highway account to borrow money from the fund's mass transit account, a step that would balance the accounts as highway travel declines and use of mass transit increases. Both trends are being driven by the high price of gasoline and diesel fuel.

Money collected by the federal gas tax goes to the Highway Trust Fund. Most of it goes to highway construction and repair, but a very small percentage goes to help fund what we continue to flatter ourselves in calling our "system of public transportation".

Silly me, that I should have ever thought the Republicans really believed in the beauties of the free market.


[image from ronin691]

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artists and curators, barkers and rubes hanging out on 27th Street yesterday afternoon


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the purgatory section of Jacques Louis Ramon Vidal's sideshow/funhouse "The Gamble of Life",


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Color Wheel performs in front of the Museum of Miniature Art's table


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"Bobo's on 27th", installed inside Foxy Production, linked seamlessly to the street outside the door [image includes artist/co-curator Nick Payne, center, via iChat from Bobo's on 9th in Philadelphia]


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Jade Townsend and William Powhida sold their own "lemonade n' shit" all afternoon


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Little Cakes had an extremely focused bake sale benefit for the medical expenses of two abandoned and rescued turtles; these stand-in beauties were very, very tasty


I captured a few, too few, scenes yesterday at "NADA's County Affair". The good old hot time available on West 27th Street wasn't just the work of the weather: If every art fair exhibited the kind of creativity, energy and fun at large (and small) on those ancient paving stones yesterday, the organizers would have to ration the public's access with prepaid time slots.

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It's Mulberry time, but it seems that today mostly only birds know about the delights available for the taking on these beautiful trees native to the Northeast. My first delicious Mulberry experience was in Rhode Island, where I spotted one many years ago on the street with the fitting name Benefit. It was planted directly in front of my favorite library, the Providence Athenaeum. I think it's still there.

The branch shown above is part of a tree in Bushwick, where it dominates the little garden behind Pocket Utopia.

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waiting for dinner


The larger of these four heirloom tomatoes were just too weird to pass up at the Norwich Meadows Farm stand at the Union Square Greenmarket yesterday. At least half of them will be giving their all tonight.

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two cult leaders, getting along famously


Why does this photo of McCain's meeting yesterday with Tenzin Gyatso not surprise me? But then, maybe it really should have surprised me:

"I hate the gooks," McCain said in 2000. "I will hate them as long as I live."
This trip down memory lane was brought to us by Eyeteeth.


[image by Carolyn Kaster from AP; and thanks to Barry for the Eyeteeth citation]

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Louise Fishman Angry Louise 1973 acrylic, charcoal and pencil on paper 26.5" x 40.25"


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Louise Fishman Angry Bianca 1973 acrylic on paper 26.5" x 40.25"


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Louise Fishman Angry Bertha 1973 acrylic on paper 26.5" x 40.25"


I captured these installation images during a visit Barry and I made to PS1 in May, on one of the last days during which the museum hosted the historical show of feminist art focused on the 1970's, "WACK!: Art and the Feminist Revolution". We had eagerly acquired the book long before the show opened in New York; I have no idea why we waited so long to get to the show itself.

It was even more exciting than we had expected, and one of the biggest thrills for both of us was the opportunity of seeing Louise Fishman's 1973 seminal piece, "Angry Paintings". We had heard about it/them almost from the time we met the artist eight years ago and came to know her work, but we had never seen even a representation of any of the 27 dramatic medium-sized works on paper. At PS1 they were shown as they should be, in one installation and on a dedicated wall.

While these remarkable sheets of paper look fresh enough to have been made last month, they could and should be in permanent exhibition in a major museum already. They're gorgeous, but they're also as "angry" as they ever were.

Fishman had begun her career as an abstract expressionist working with acrylics on canvas, but by the 70's she was experimenting with forms only remotely related to traditional painting. Like many of her contemporaries in the flourishing women's movement she had began to create forms related to traditional "women's work". No samplers or scarfs, but rather peculiarly-muscular abstractions "drawn" through sewing, weaving or stitching, sometimes twisting or cutting canvas and other materials, often thin, soft, unstretched cloth. Paper was next.

In a 2004 essay, "Vitruvian Woman", David Deitcher wrote about the artist:

Unable to see how her paintings could speak to the social upheaval of the early 1970s, Fishman gave up painting and embarked on a period of experimentation . . . . [But] Fishman maintains that she felt "jealous of the writers' camaraderie [of many within the radical feminist group Redstockings], of their ability to write doctrine and keep journals." In 1973, she gave poetic shape to those longings, and to the anger and frustration that accompanied them, in a series of forceful paintings on paper that were dominated by the word "ANGRY," which Fishman followed with the given name of one or more women she either knew directly or knew about.

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Responding to the boldness of these text paintings, [the academic and critic Catherine Lord] maintains that "the 'Angry Paintings,' with their confusion of letters and color, their overlays of slashes and loops, their fields of muddied pigment, their rough edges and archaeological slices, were Fishman's route home. The choices she would follow in her later work are almost all prefigured here. It may fairly be said that the explosions recorded in the series enabled Louise Fishman to return to painting." However, it would take Fishman another five years before she would again take up painting on stretched canvas; and almost three decades before she would finally claim as her own the daily practice of monumental gestural abstraction.

We feel very privileged to be here in time to see it.


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The building was a very dignified mid-nineteenth-century Red Hook Brooklyn warehouse/factory built on the waterfront with local stone. The brick-surrounds of the old windows on the street side had later been filled in, some with the same cut stone used for the walls and others, much more recently, with cement blocks. When I saw them last week the blocks were painted a very gay bright blue; the stone-filled openings hadn't been touched. I have no idea what purpose the rusting wire had served, but their lines looked real nice.

There must be light and air coming into the building from other openings, as it appears to be in use today.


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there goes the neighborhood (single-family houses visit midtown)


How many more suburban mini-estates do we really need? How many more can we bear?

It was a long time ago, and the details are a bit hazy, but I'm sure that my first love was the art of architecture and all its wonderful works. I remember the shapes and structural details of every room and every back yard in which I found myself as a very young child, even those I knew when I was barely able to walk, and Frank Lloyd Wright was my first artistic hero (well, I did grow up in the plains of the Midwest).

To this day architecture is second to none among my passions, and it's a long list.

And so it was that on Tuesday I found myself getting up at the crack of dawn in order not to miss the press preview for the Museum of Modern Art's new architecture show, "Home Delivery: Fabricating the Modern Dwelling". In truth, Barry and I got there just after 11:30, but that's an exceptionally early hour for either of us to be abroad, and we were just in time to hear the group addressed by Barry Bergdoll, the museum's new Chief Curator of Architecture and Design. I had already noted his intriguing bio, and that was another incentive to make it up to 53rd Street that morning.

The show is fascinating, at least as much for a historical survey as for a review of the latest innovations. On Tuesday we were whisked out by one o'clock. There was hardly enough time to learn more than that I have to go back for more; this post isn't a review, by any means. I was also excited enough about the show to buy the catalog on my way out, and I already know that it's going to make me want to know more.

But I confess to one serious misgiving about the show.

In a world whose population is exploding, whose natural environment is threatened and whose resources are diminishing (including especially the resources which have supported cheap transportation of all forms), it would seem to me that if a modern museum's show about architecture is focused almost entirely on free-standing private dwelling units, regardless of all the sexy bits about computer design, pre- or modularly-fabricated structures, and revolutionary ecological breakthroughs, it is at least half-dead in the water already and unlikely to be remembered as a landmark achievement by any future generation.

The American model of single-family homes, occupying plots of land preferably as large and as isolated as possible, is an exception elsewhere in the world, and it is about to become obsolete here as well. This ideal could only have been realized on a rich underpopulated continent. This bountiful wilderness was "tamed" by people who had learned everything they would need to know to satisfy their remarkable misanthropic compulsions from the genius generated by the far more amalgamated civilizations, mostly of Europe and Asia, from which they had fled.

To this day the average American disdains apartment living and in fact virtually any kind of shared space. We don't really like each other very much. We don't like living near other people and we don't like traveling with them either. We must have our own houses and our own cars; except for those of us who already live with and thrive with them, we almost universally loathe the idea of apartment buildings and all forms of public transportation. Most of us don't even want to share a free-standing house (regardless of how large it is and how big the home spread) with relatives not part of our own nuclear family, and even within these families we insist on having our own separate rooms; we also want our own cars, beginning at age 16, and until now these vehicles had to be big (trucks, really) even if we didn't intend to take anyone else along for the ride. We basically want to be alone, and in both our hankering and the reality we've achieved, we really are alone.

We deserve to be by ourselves and we can afford it, or so most of us have been thinking until at least recently.

With its new architectural design show, "Home Delivery", MoMA seems to have received the wrong delivery, since in spite of the fascination of both its subject and the attractions of its installations, its fundamental focus on the single-family dwelling is the same as that identified with the mid-century modern age which produced many of the historical projects to which it gives homage. For New York it was an age dominated in popular projects by the problematic vision of Robert Moses, and we know now that the salad days of the profligate suburban American "ranch" (in whatever style or pastiche) are finally over, everywhere.

Five temporary, very different "model homes" have been erected on a vacant lot just west of the museum; while each of them is a delight to read about and explore, only a single structure (with the possibility of one other) has been designed so it could be a part of a multiple-dwelling structure.

Frank Lloyd Wright didn't have any use for apartment living either, but in fairness I would say that when he was born in 1867 there was still a real American frontier and both Europeans and Americans were marveling, even then sometimes in very different ways, at what seemed to be the unlimited possibilities of an industrial age. Also, in the mid-nineteenth century the world's population was only about one sixth that of today's figure of 6.7 billion, and the projection for 2050 is for close to ten billion. If we haven't learned to live in sophisticated multiple dwellings by then, those who have somehow managed to survive are likely to be sheltering inside mud huts.


ADDENDUM: I may be reading too much into its significance, but the architects involved in the design of the full-scale, free-standing houses are almost all Americans.

Except for the special case of the very cool "micro compact home" of Horden Cherry Lee Architects/ Haack + Hpfner Architects (U.K. and Germany), and the elegant and very flexible solution called System3 by Oskar Leo Kaufmann and Albert Rf (Austria), all of the projects in MoMA's vacant lot were by architects who appear to be based in the U.S.

The office of Kaufman and Rf is located in the pretty Voralberg town of Dornbirn, in the center of an Alpine province not known for population density.

Construction geeks of all kinds will want to watch the stop-time video I just came across on Treehugger showing the assembly of System3 inside MoMA's back yard. The "module" arrived on 54th Street in a single Hapag-LLoyd shipping container and was assembled in one long morning.

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Bruce Conner Untitled 1960 mixed media, pearls, nylon, mesh, wire, etc. 20" x 24.5" x 2.5"


I included this image in the first post I did about work I'd seen at the 2005 Armory Show. I remember how excited I was at the time, particularly as I had known nothing (or thought I knew nothing, since I had actually experienced his art for years) about Bruce Connor before I came across this piece, and he certainly wasn't newly-arrived on the scene. My excitement continues, sadly mixed with the news that Connor died on Monday at his home in San Francisco.

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Barack Obama plans to expand Bush's "faith-based" initiative.

That just about does it for me. The flag pin he decided to add to his lapel should have been a warning, but I really found myself distanced from the man after enduring his "adjustments" on fundamental issues like gun control, government surveillance, trade policy, and getting us out of Iraq. Now I'm also supposed to go along with his call for escalating the government's financial support (my taxes included) for the most powerful institutions of superstition, obscurantism, prejudice and hate in the nation.

Haven't we and the world already paid far too much for the mistake of giving religion the free pass it enjoys now (and I'm not referring only to its tax-free status)? If organized religion were capable of benignly and impartially ministering to the welfare of everyone we wouldn't have had to invent government. And if religion could possibly be described as fundamentally caring and nonpartisan, there'd be only one of them out there.

Obama still has four months to continue turning off many of his most enthusiastic supporters. Does he think the big money he will attract by doing so will smell better than the mites coming from those with little to spare? Does he actually believe in the junk positions he's assuming, or does he do it because he has to do in order to get elected? Either way, I wouldn't hold my breath waiting for any president to move to the left once she or he slithers into the Oval Office. The creditors wouldn't stand for it.

I should pay more attention to what I've already written: We really do have only one political party.

George Carlin was right.


ADDENDUM: This excerpt is from a post by Huffington Post blogger Barry W. Lynn, an ordained minister and Executive Director of Americans United for Separation of Church and State:

The problem with the faith-based initiative is that it's a euphemism. We used to call such things "taxpayer-supported religion." Of course, no one would support it if it were called that. After all, the idea of taxing people to pay for religion is scary. It's what got folks so riled up back in the colonial period. No one wanted to pay taxes to support some other person's religion.

No one wants to pay them today, either. Yet increasingly we are being asked to do so. Eager to appear faith friendly, candidates in both parties are increasingly upping the ante for how much they plan to dole out to religion if elected.


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