A spread from my forthcoming imaginary book, Pilgrims and Converts: The Sublime Loves of Terrence Malick. To the Wonder (2012). Song to Song (2017). Knight of Cups (2015).
Filed under: imaginary books.
A spread from my forthcoming imaginary book, Pilgrims and Converts: The Sublime Loves of Terrence Malick. To the Wonder (2012). Song to Song (2017). Knight of Cups (2015).
Filed under: imaginary books.
A spread from my forthcoming imaginary book, Steering into the Skid, which examines automobility and interiority in filmic (anti)heroism.
Delon in Le Samourai. Bacon in Footloose. Gosling in Drive. De Niro in Taxi Driver.
I really like the whole mood and vibe of this review. A smart writer who’s not super-invested in the industry or the product in general, but still curious and open-minded, talking about a new-to-them thing.
I pulled the car — it resembles a growling alien insect — into her high school’s parking lot, and I half-accidentally revved the engine as I came into view. The resulting snort of sound made six dozen pairs of eyeballs swivel in our direction. The only way I can describe this blast is to borrow a phrase from the rock critic Lester Bangs: “imperative groin thunder.” I felt like an idiot. But I went with it.
Last year, Midas, the muffler company, in honor of its fiftieth anniversary, gave an award for America’s longest commute to an engineer at Cisco Systems, in California, who travels three hundred and seventy-two miles—seven hours—a day, from the Sierra foothills to San Jose and back. “It’s actually exhilarating,” the man said of his morning drive.
There and Back Again: The Soul of the Commuter – The New Yorker
Atlanta by car, 1991. As Pecanne Log points out: killer soundtrack.
There are some things nobody needs in this world, and a bright-red, hunch-back, warp-speed 900cc cafe racer is one of them – but I want one anyway, and on some days I actually believe I need one. That is why they are dangerous.
A VICTORY OF SORTS : a newspaper blackout poem by Austin Kleon
This was nicely juxtaposed in my tumblr stream.
I couldn’t make it up if I tried. I saw this tonight. Only about 30 feet separates this from the worst parking I’ve ever seen incident earlier this year. There must be some sort of psycho-electro-magnetic field in this parking lot that disrupts human motor functions.
Drivers of cars with bumper stickers, window decals, personalized license plates and other “territorial markers” not only get mad when someone cuts in their lane or is slow to respond to a changed traffic light, but they are far more likely than those who do not personalize their cars to use their vehicles to express rage — by honking, tailgating and other aggressive behavior.