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by Jonathan Blaustein I’m binge-watching “Marco Polo” on Netflix. Talk about entertainment. I was just lecturing my students, not two weeks ago, on the Southern Song era in Chinese art. (Long one of my favorites.) It produced landscape paintings of staggering beauty and influence; perhaps the first to use negative space as a positive compositional […]
by Jonathan Blaustein There’s a bar at the Lafayette Hotel called the Red Fox Room. The name alone evokes the 70’s. I can practically hear Fred Sanford yelling at Lamont, “Hey Dummy!” I can see George shimmy on “The Jeffersons” while Weezy clucks her tongue. I imagine Carroll O’Connor’s face right now, scrunched up, as […]
by Jonathan Blaustein In the 90’s, Michael Jordan was a god. He could fly, like Superman, and his ubiquitous Gatorade commercials implored us to “Be Like Mike.” Back then, we had a kid on our soccer team named Mike Belasco. We teased him by singing that Gatorade song, and at one point, I bought the […]
by Jonathan Blaustein I was just talking to a friend about comment sections. Ours, in particular. It seems like a hundred years ago, but was really only 4 or 5, when anonymous trolls insulted me each and every week. My god, did I hate that shit. It’s easy to say, “Don’t take it personally,” but […]
by Jonathan Blaustein Allow me to gather my thoughts. In the last month, as your emissary, I’ve been in Albuquerque, Chicago, Denver, Manhattan, Brooklyn, Albuquerque again, Los Angeles, and now San Diego. In my 6.5 years writing for this blog, I’ve never had a travel schedule like that. My brain is like a gelatinous bowl […]