Archive for the ‘Photography’ Category
Since I’m on a long holiday weekend, you’re getting the week’s reading a little early.
- In my opinion, Mary Carillo is the best tennis announcer on television. This weekend, of course, she’s covering the Wimbledon finals for NBC. She’s too artful to say anything negative about grass-court tennis during this fortnight, and all that serve-and-volley tennis is definitely fun. But grass-court tennis can be a little too much about power and quick points for me. And apparently for Carillo, too. A few years ago, she explained—in a piece called “Living Life on Clay”—why she wanted her children to live like clay-courters. Here’s a taste:
[M]y wish for them is to dream in different languages, to build a character that translates well everywhere in the world. I want them to live their lives as though they were playing them out on clay.
. . . .
There is great comfort in consistency-always having someone, or something you can trust.
Life demands great discipline and deep daring.
And a fatigued mind makes bad decisions.
Don’t get easily depressed. It’s amazing what a stout heart and a nimble mind can do if you’re resilient enough to stay the course.
The reward is the journey.
Read the whole thing. It’s one of the most literate, moving pieces I’ve seen a TV sports journalist produce.
- ChaliceChick of The Chaliceblog has actually printed up an FAQ sheet to hand people who ask about her new SmartCar. Really. As I said in CC’s comments, it’s brilliant.
- Would you like to see how the Humpdome was transformed over a few hours from a baseball to a football stadium? Of course you would. And when you’re impressed with photographer John Loomis’s work, you’ll want to check out his portfolio. Loomis blogs, too.
- Everywhere, I suppose, men can’t be trusted on the internet to give their correct ages, heights, and—euphemism alert—”intimate details.” We now have confirmation from Pakistan, anyway. (NSFW?)
- Tell me I don’t need this wallet, or this one, or this one. But, er, if I was going to buy one of these wallets I don’t need, which one should it be? Advice, please. Oh, wait. What about this one? (Link via Josh Spear)
Well, I’m writing it at the end of this weekend, but here’s what captured my attention this week:
- Fittingly, since we’re in the middle of the Wimbledon fortnight, a NYT article looked at all those strange on-the-court habits of the top tennis players. Novak Djokovic bounces the ball up to 25 times before the ball toss, and Maria Sharapova tucks hair behind each of her ears. But my favorite? The way Rafael Nadal obsessively towels off between each point. And, then, of course, there’s the way he’s always digging his clam diggers out of his, er, butt crack.
- When I was a kid, I resisted—fiercely—the afternoon nap. I didn’t understand why grown-ups wanted to waste any part of the day. Now, I’m downright grateful for this advice from the Boston Globe on the art of napping. (Link via SteveP)
- Before Bloomsday gets too far away from us, this accurate, but oh-so-brief summary of the plot of Ulysses sure made me smile. (Link via Prettier than Napoleon, who wonders why Joyce captivates some of us so)
- Speaking of little obsessions, this NYT article on casino chip collecting was sort of fun. But I don’t really need one more excuse to love Las Vegas. That place has gotten under my skin.
- Dustin Fenstermacher is a talented photographer. Be sure to check out his gallery of images from the cat show. Highly recommended! (And I’m allergic to cats.)
This week’s collection of what interested me:
- It’s not clear who the author is, but this long essay dissecting the last episode of The Sopranos is pretty darn impressive. Are you persuaded? (Link via Kottke)
- This NYT article explains where you can find some Gaelic football and hurling in the NYC area. I’m keeping that in mind. By the way, if anybody knows of any hurling or Gaelic football action in the Philly area, let me know.
- Also in NYT‘s “sports” coverage: hunting feral hogs. Really. (Note to Yankees: Not many Southerners actually spend their time doing something like this. I swear.)
- At FILE Magazine, you can—and should—see a gallery of photographs by Massimo Cristaldi. “Refinery Flock” consists of some amazing images of a flock of birds converging on a refinery. If you like “Refinery Flock,” and you will, you’ll want to check out Cristaldi’s online portfolio, too.
- R. Pollack, a (soon-to-be-ex) teacher in Jackson, Mississippi, tells how the student body collectively reacted to the administration’s undue concern about what a group of boys wore one day. “[I]t’s symbolic middle fingers all around,” Pollack writes. Power to the people, you know?