Monday, May 07, 2007

The New Yorker and this week's highlights according to me

LOST IN THE STARS by Hilton Als
By the time she was fourteen, young Karoline was expert at becoming whoever her johns paid her to be. But she always kept her eyes on the stars: she dreamed of becoming a performer. To that end, she moved to Zurich, in 1914, where she studied classical movement and the Dalcroze method of dance—a bit of modern gymnastics whipped, like an egg, into the soufflé world of tutus.Determination marked her days. (“As soon as my feet hit the stage—I am safe,” she wrote.)

INTO THE SUNSET: HORSE TALK
by Roger Angell
Horsepresence took another hit last month, when the ancient Claremont Riding Academy, on West Eighty-ninth Street, closed its doors, reducing our equines to that redolent line of tourist-pullers on Central Park South. A few older city types (this writer among them) can remember cloppier times. The appearance of flower venders, with their brilliantly hued horse-drawn wagons of blooms, was once a certain sign that another city spring was at hand.

BANKSY WAS HERE by Lauren Collins
Whoever he is, Banksy revels in the incongruities of his persona. “The art world is the biggest joke going,” he has said. “It’s a rest home for the overprivileged, the pretentious, and the weak. In February, Sotheby’s presented seven works by Banksy in a sale of contemporary art. “Bombing Middle England” (2001), an acrylic-and-spray-paint stencil on canvas, featuring a trio of retirees playing boules with live shells, was estimated to bring between sixty and a hundred thousand dollars. It sold for two hundred thousand. (click here for slide show)

CRASH COURSE by Elizabeth Kobert
Just as it is possible to convert mass into energy—as in a nuclear explosion—the reverse is also true: energy can be transformed into mass according to the Einsteinian equation E=mc2 (c being the speed of light). In this way, new particles can be produced that are more massive than those that entered the collision in the first place. The process might be compared to smashing two high-speed Priuses into each other and finding that they have rematerialized as a tank.

2 comments:

melusina said...

These are all totally online, or do you have to have a subscription?

They don't have The New Yorker at the International Press here, unfortunately. I'd pay the 10 euros it would probably cost to get it, too.

By the way, I tagged you for an international restaurant meme. Feel free to ignore it, I usually don't tag folks, but I found this one interesting, and I wanted to include someone from Nashville.

chez béz said...

They still keep a lot of the content available only through the magazine, but a lot of the good stuff is online.

I happen to subscribe also. It's just one of those important things that will always find a home in the budget.

I'll check out your meme tonight. Not much of a foodie here, but I'm sure I can come up with some good answers.