I’m in Marfa this week, at El Cosmico with AC+D. Last night I was reading up on Judd; the section of that reading that stuck with me as we toured the Judd Foundation was this: the piece that catalyzed his realization that his work no-longer needed to be mounted on a wall (<—this was big).
Judd first realized that format should be form in 1962. He built untitled (1962), but found it hard to hang and left it down for a while. Down it made its own place. “I left it on the floor,” he told an interviewer in 1971, “and that didn’t seem to bother it much.” Judd created this work, lived with it, and attempted to understand how it was different from the paintings and reliefs he had made up until that moment.
—The Writings of Donald Judd, Chinati Foundation
And then, not long into our walk-through, our guide pointed out this piece and I felt like I was in the presence of a celebrity—named untitled 1962. [Photos of very similar piece here, no photos allowed at Judd.] I like the way he says “…that didn’t seem to bother it much” as if it made the decision to be work that lived on the floor. If only it were that simple.
Alan Shepard waiting for liftoff
Here’s a portrait I just made of Kevin Spacey as Frank Underwood in House of Cards. How much of Season 2 did I watch this weekend? All of it. Wassup.
In this week’s New Yorker, Sarah Larson reviews NYC bar Attaboy. What fascinates me is this bit:
"Attaboy has no menu; you suggest a mood or a flavor and the bartenders improvise…"
I love the idea of a bar or eatery that has no menu and responds directly to the mood that you’re in.
Portland, please let’s do this.
The Winter Olympics are well underway in Sochi. You’re watching them right? I certainly am—being snowed in this weekend helped that along.
So, how crazy/great/interesting/weird is curling? I know, right?! A sport that involves sweeping as part of the competition is pretty neat as far as I’m concerned. HOW DO I GET ON A CURLING TEAM?
Design Week Portland 2013 starts on October 7!
Portlanders Carl Alviani, Jen Delos Reyes, Gary Robbins, Eric Trine & Namita Wiggers will read portions of essays on design they wrote specifically for the event. These have also been published in a small book edited & designed by Burt & Lavelle that was printed here in Portland by Brown Printing.
Can’t make it? You can order a copy of the book from our website here.
"It’s a shame that the phrase ‘tempest in a teacup’ is tied to the idea of triviality," writes Burt in his introduction. "It would otherwise wonderfully describe how designed objects each contain a cacophony of stories. The essays in Share Document demonstrate that point. They illuminate how objects like surfboards, refrigerators, books, and bike lanes can be understood quite differently when their context is revealed to us.
By contributing these essays, the writers in this book have graciously granted us access into the thinking that goes into their practice. In doing so, they have provided us with a cross-section of design-thinking at this moment in Portland. They have given us a ticket into their world. It’s our job to enjoy the ride.”
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linkcave v. on social media, the act of begrudgingly clicking on a link after holding out for as long as possible. Usually most acute when the link is posted by contacts with reliable track records of posting first-rate content.
"Have you seen the Werner Herzog thing about texting? I haven’t watched it yet but I’m about to linkcave; everybody’s linked it up. It’s supposed to be really good.”
Somehow, purely by accident, cliftonburt.tumblr.com has existed for five years; a half-decade.
Five years ago, the U.K. was flooding and Bangkok was rioting. The space shuttle was still working and kicking ass for America. Usain Bolt set another world record, and the Leaning Tower of Pisa was stabilized for the first time. Sameer Mishra was winning the 81st National Spelling Bee, with the winning word of “guerdon”, a noun meaning “a reward” and a word I’ve still never seen or heard in use. And somehow, for reasons unknown even to me, all of this combined to create the perfect time for me to post this, the triumphant first post to cliftonburt.tumblr.com:
WebShell is a web-based ssh shell.
Wow, thrilling. I have no idea why that captured my attention so much that I thought “What a great first post for my new tumblr!” But there it sat for a couple of days until, apparently, I started posting all kinds of shiny objects that were catching my attention.
I did, eventually, begin to post things that are pretty interesting to look back on. Here’s a short list of my favorites in no particular order:
Rob Brydon and Steve Coogan facing off with their Michael Caine impressions. Please do watch this clip if you’ve never seen it.
What in the hell IS THIS?
This five-year birthday kind of came out of nowhere. It seems like I just began. I guess it’s time to get to work on the next half-decade of cliftonburt.tumblr.com.
I got some new shoes. Not out of choice, but out of necessity. I tend to wear my shoes, especially my Chuck Taylors, until there are holes worn in the bottom of them. The holes don’t bother me much in high summer, but it’s not summer yet, it’s late spring, and in Portland that means a lot of rain. Rain and holes-in-shoes is not an acceptable situation. I kept joking, to Kate, about bringing my chucks to a cobbler—there are still cobblers, but I’ve never been to one. But when a particularly rainy system parked itself over Portland for the past week, I broke down and got a brand new pair from Zappos. In fact, they arrived the day I was forced to use duct tape as an emergency measure on the old pair. Classy, I know.
So this new pair of Chucks arrived and I didn’t think too much about it. But wow. It was like my feet were getting hugs. There’s a device for dogs called a thundershirt that provides the feeling of a non-stop, reassuring hug. That’s what my feet feel like this week, like they’re each wearing a thundershirt. And these aren’t even *good* shoes, these are just crappy chucks! Imagine how good a decent pair of shoes would feel. It would probably make my head explode.
Not only do my feet feel good, but my whole body feels refreshed. My legs have more spring, I have more energy, and I swear that my head is clearer. All because these shoes are new. In a few more days they won’t feel new anymore and things will return to normal, but for now I’m amazed at what their newness is bringing to my life.
Therefore: go get yourself a new pair of shoes. Get a little spring in your step. Not only will your feet be better, but everything will be better. It’s kind of amazing.