I gotta add another, see if they don’t notice.
— Lily on ceiling devices
Because of corporate secrecy, because of laziness.
— Michael Gordin
She’s just at the market, she’ll be back in an hour.
— Stewart Menzies, The Imitation Game
What a plus.
— Adrian Cronauer, Good Morning, Vietnam
Santa Claus is coming to town.
— Christmas Music
You sit on a throne of lies!
— Buddy, Elf
This is our favorite play date.
— Lily
I see only the overwhelming indifference of nature.
— Werner Herzog, Grizzly Man
Can she kick it? I don’t want her to hurt herself.
— Public Safety on Lily stuck in Firestone elevator
Google’s not screwing around, when they’re mapping, they’re mapping.
— Lucia
We happen to be in one of the ones we can be in.
— Michael Gordin
Lady, running down to the riptide.
— Vance Joy, “Riptide”
What I’m grandly and abstractly calling “works of art” are more concretely and prosaically books, songs, movies, plays, television series, environmental installations, paintings, operas and anything else that falls into the bin of consumer goods marked “Culture.” These goods are bought and sold, whether as physical objects, ephemeral real-time experiences or digital artifacts. Their making requires labor, capital and a market for distribution. The money might come from foundations, Kickstarter campaigns or retail sales or advertising revenue. The commerce between artist and public is brokered by the traditional culture industry (publishing houses, television networks, record labels and movie studios) and also by disruptive upstarts like Amazon, Netflix, Google and iTunes. But the whole system, from top to bottom, from the Metropolitan Opera House to the busker in the subway station below it, is inescapably part of the capitalist economy.
— A. O. Scott, “Is Our Art Equal to the Challenges of Our Times?,” The New York Times
Hanging out with highschool friends at Midwestern prices: priceless.
— TKP
It’s a lie. Everybody’s dependent on somebody. Nobody gave birth to themselves. Everybody gets a language from somewhere else. And so the notion of self-made men, from Henry Clay and Abraham Lincoln-even Frederick Douglass went around the country giving lectures on being self-made. It’s an American lie that anybody’s self-made.
— Cornel West, TIME
Commercial use of drones is also largely prohibited in the United States, largely because of the perceived risks of unleashing swarms of them into the skies.
— Nick Wingfield, “Now, Anyone Can Buy a Drone. Heaven Help Us.,” The New York Times
You only need to theorize the thing that you’re talking about.
— Lucia
When Noel Coward, whom Paepcke had met casually in the twenties, jocularly inquired of him in the year CCA’s corporate image took form, “What is a container and what does it contain?” Paepcke might have replied, “It is a box designed to be seen. It might contain nothing at all.”
— James Sloan Allen, The Romance of Commerce and Culture
Here is the irony of the twentieth-century relationship between commerce and culture. By so successfully allying their cultural aspirations with commercial techniques, artists and intellectuals helped unify modern culture, but at the risk of turning art and ideas into commodities, things so readily and casually consumed that they must lose much of their power to criticize life and to change it.
— James Sloan Allen, The Romance of Commerce and Culture
Pushup!