Unfortunate Links
Scarfed from MetaFilter, my favorite ‘lil blog in the whole Wide World:
GeorgeWGirls.com
Maybe it should be called “Unron”
UnderstandingUSA (actually, not so unfortunate)

I saw The Cruise last night, on video, at home. In the background, my wife was taking care of the baby, and I felt guilty.
But at the same time, this was really the movie to see in February 2002. It’s an incredible documentary – an expose about one man’s determination to see the world clearly, through his own eyes, and to admire a nation’s cultural mecca (New York City) in a way all his own. The film is also a mediation on one man, a tour guide on the double-decker buses in NYC, and his anger and discerning of self. He’s brilliant and the film is brilliantly filmed.
It’s not a brilliant film, however, leaving too much to the viewer in fact. But look at the end of this movie, when Bennett goes to the World Trade Center and the camera admiringly floats below those towers, where they spookily hover above, like too-tall ghosts. The WTC towers never looked more beautiful, more sacrosanct, more clean and better architected than they do in this movie. I was at the WTC site (“ground zero” – huh?) the other day to look at it from that odd viewing platform. And all you can see is the towers’ inverse. A huge concrete hole in the ground, where once was all that power and magnificence and subject matter.

Some links are better than others:
a day late and a :: dollarshort.org Very nice looking site. That’s all I care about these days.
and also:
Sew Wrong: Mama didn’t raise a seamstress. Part of the same Moveable Type collective, which looks a little bit like they ripped me off.
and also this:
Old Time Candy (for the sweet tooth I was and will continue to become).

BROWN
I’m really fascinated at the way in which UPS has appropriated the color Brown now that the color has become “hip” to the masses. I remember for years, brown was like the last color anyone would be caught dead in. I went to Brown and it probably goes without say that the hippest color there was that of no color at all (uh, black). Of course, I should say that UPS and its employees had to suffer through many years of wearing brown uniforms. This is their comeuppance, finally, fatally, happily, I hope. Good luck, UPS.
In honor, or dishonor, of UPS’ new branding campaign, here are some weird Brown links:
Things that are Brown
UPS’ boring press release
On the University’s home page, they contrast what looks like a gang of youths and a lonely student walking in winter. Guess which one I was?

So George Bush wants to avenge the father to go to war with the evil-doer. Why do I find this fascinating? Perhaps because it is (Foreign Policy link).

Some interesting links that should be posted right about now:
The Golem — it’s up, finally, for whatever reason, thanks to those crazy Canadians with whom I accidentally hosted.
LinkPopularity.com — A good place to get all critical information about who is doing what to your site with regard to links. Strong.
American Book Congress — Great design and good content, so far. Very much a kindred spirit, I’ll be happy to see where these guys go with it.
Coming soon to the Featured Artist area, Fred Betz, painter.

If anyone is interested in seeing what a burka really looks like, you can take a look at this image (large download time):
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It’s pretty unbelievable. A friend of ours, brave soul, came back from Afghanistan a few weeks ago and showed us this incredible instrument of beauty and repression. It’s beautifully crafted. In fact, I was so amazed at the quality of the fabric and the color and the heft of the thing that I couldn’t stop looking at it. Our friend asked if I wanted to try it on, and I did.
I could not see a thing.

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September 11, 2001, CNN.com Memorial — The site lists everyone who was killed in the attacks, along with photos (where available) and biographical info.
As powerful, if not more, than the New York Times’ Portraits of Grief.