Agreed//

Scientists can publish solid, clear research like this until they're blue in the face and it won't matter. You're still going to have the middle-aged or older parents who insist that their affluence, their education, their careful (over)attention to their young child outweighs any issues with age. They simply won't believe parental age is connected to any health issues - health issues that parental affluence, parental education levels, and parental (over)attention can't control, treat, or avoid.The denial level with this issue is unbelievably strong.

Perfection//

Artsy//Hayal Pozanti

...Pozanti was in the middle of this new work, which, at the time of our visit, existed solely as blank wooden panels. It was the perfect occasion for a start-to-finish rundown of her process and an explanation of the bold, interlocking abstract compositions that have recently caught the discerning eye of the art world. From the language of unique shapes she’s invented—a 31-letter “alphabet” from which many of her forms are derived, to the considerations behind the shape of her paintings, which are square, like an Instagram icon, or rectangular, like an iPhone 5—Pozanti talked us through the realization of her work and a day in the life of one of New York’s emerging art stars...

TEDTalks//Brené Brown

What It Was//

I Couldn't Agree More//

...Hoffman’s assembly of Trumanhood was dazzling, from the bow tie to the dainty gait and the Looney Tunes contralto, but the dazzle was unrelieved and unrelaxing, like the glare of an arc lamp, and, in the end, some of us, at the risk of sounding ungrateful, found it, as Capote would say, de trop. No, for preference—for Hoffman at his height—I would go for Freddie.

Freddie Miles is a friend of Dickie Greenleaf (Jude Law), in “The Talented Mr. Ripley” (1999). Freddie is trouble, and, more to the point, he can sniff trouble when it emanates from other folk. Everyone who admires the film remembers his arrival—one of the great arrivals, indeed, in the history of cinema, as he jumps from an open-top Alfa Romeo in an Italian piazza, bops toward us, kisses Dickie, pours a slug of wine, and throws it down his gullet in a single draught. But try a more legato scene, on Dickie’s yacht, when Law ducks down, belowdecks, to make waves with Gwyneth Paltrow. Freddie is left in charge of the boat. Once more, Hoffman’s technical display, if you look carefully, is off the scale, with Freddie nursing his cocktail, nibbling the olive on its stick, and casually laying a soft hand on the tiller, as if any harsher effort would be an insult to his loucheness. By now, however, he is so invested in the character, and we are so lost in his thrall, that we don’t look carefully. We just bathe in the ease of it, and we snicker along with him as he jeers at Tom Ripley (Matt Damon), up in the bow, who is spying on the lovemakers down in the hold. “Tommy, how’s the peeping?” Freddie cries, with glee unconfined. He repeats the line, with less punch, and then, in a speedy patter, adds, “Tommy Tommy Tommy Tommy Tommy.” I know of no more graceful diminuendo, at least in the comic realm. (King Lear says “Never” five times, before he dies.) It is the sound of a man who is entirely at home in the world, chuckling at another man who is still exploring it, and still amazed at the deliciousness of its sins...

Le Muffs//

This Seems Appropriate//

“Whiteout,” by Brian Stauffer, March 1, 2010

I Can't Stop Laughing At//

RIP//Doppler

I Can't Stop Laughing At///

I'd Rather Be Wearing//A Detacher Fall 2011

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RIP//PSH

He did not care if we liked any of these sad specimens. The point was to make us believe them and to recognize in them — in him — a truth about ourselves that we might otherwise have preferred to avoid. He had a rare ability to illuminate the varieties of human ugliness. No one ever did it so beautifully...

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