As Google retools its Glass experiment, researchers at Stanford are using the device to help autistic children recognize and classify emotions. In a small office buried inside an administrative building at Stanford, Catalin Voss and Nick Haber are pairing face-tracking technology with machine learning to build at-home treatments for autism. The Autism Glass Project, a part of the Wall Lab in… Read More
A quick Google search tells me that indie sweetheart Jenny Lewis (or as us 80s chirrun call her, “Hannah from Troop Beverly Hills”) and Bill Murray have been friends for a while. They’ve gone to basketball games and shows together, etc.. etc… Now Page Six is saying that 65-year-old Bill Murray and 39-year-old Jenny Lewis are humping on each other. Hmm… I wonder if he screams, “COOKIE TIME,” before he goes down on her? You know what else I wonder? I wonder why I wondered that.
Page Six has basically zero details. And they call themselves serious journalists! They referred to Jenny as Bill’s “current younger love interest” and said that she showed up to the after-party for Rock the Kasbah at a club in NYC on Monday night. At the end of the night, Jenny and Bill got onstage together (pic above) and danced with the band.
Spotted arriving to meet Murray and jumping onstage, too, was former child actress Jenny Lewis, 39. “Jenny is Bill’s special friend,” a source said. Flame-haired Lewis, who’s been linked to singer Johnathan Rice, was also at a Hamptons screening of the film, and the pair was seen together after at the Huntting Inn. She’ll appear in Murray’s upcoming holiday special and popped up in a faux rock doc to promote “Rock the Kasbah.” Her rep said, “No comment.”
Another quick Google search also tells me that Jenny and Jonathan Rice have been “linked” for over 8 years.
I don’t know. I’m going to need more proof than this. But if Jenny and Bill really are dating, all hipsters can stop trying to be the ultimate hipster. Jenny gets that title if she really is doing Bill Murray full-time. And this coupling is so hipster and so twee that if Jenny got knocked up by Bill, she’d give birth to an actual otter and that otter would come out of the womb knowing how to play the ukulele. Sorry, Zooey.
I’m fascinated by the way our past experiences and knowledge can intertwine with and inform our present. Artist Tracie Cheng originally went to school to study architecture, but after graduating with her Bachelor of Architecture degree from UT Austin, she realized that her love of art and design extended to painting and drawing as well. She is now a successful fine artist whose paintings and drawings have been shown in galleries across the United States. Looking at Tracie’s work, it’s clear to see where her incredible grasp of form and structure come from and all the ways in which her degree in architecture influences and gives shape to her stunning paintings. Read on below to learn more about Tracie and her work. xo, grace
Artist: Tracie Cheng About: Tracie received her Bachelor of Architecture degree from The University of Texas at Austin in 2009. She is now based in New Haven, Connecticut where she lives and works. Work: Tracie’s background in architecture lends inspiration to both her drawing and painting. I love the structural nature of her drawings and the way they interact with the otherworldly qualities of her painting. On her website Tracie says she is, “fueled by a passion for good design and beauty in the everyday” and that her work “calls to mind natural phenomena with a playful, dynamic quality.” More: You can follow Tracie on her website, Instagram feed and Facebook page.
Chanel #5 (Abigail Breslin) wants to convince Jennifer to vote Zayday as new president of the KKT Sorority House, so as to bring Chanel Oberlin down. She reveals one of Chanel’s luxurious habits (burning Diptyque candles once and then throwing them away), promises all those candles to Jennifer, who obviously freaks out, ready to vote whomever she is asked to.
In Chanel’s closet there’s a number of candles, burnt once and then put aside. They’re not real Diptyque candles, but prop masters did a good job in reproducing the main features of the famous French candles – oval label, glass vase and names. None of the names (Iris, Lilac, Lily, 23) is the real name of a Diptyque candle, but they are reminiscent of them. 23 instead of 34? Nice try! Someone in the prop department has done his/her research.
Pro tip: if the sound of children’s laughter on a Sunday afternoon makes you curse the sky in rage, you might want to check yourself before you turn into a full-fledged cartoon villain. It might be too late for the “concerned” notewriter below.
Last week we took a spin over to Ft. Collins CO for their First Annual Tour De Corgi. But, as we mentioned in that post, that wasn’t the only Corgi action to be had. The Stumpers returned this past Saturday to San Francisco’s Ocean Beach for Nor Cal Corgi Con (The Fall Edition.) Photos from Gabrielle Lurie/SFGate.com: “Cuteness Overload at Corgi Con at S.F.’s Ocean Beach.” (Nice headline!) They had races….
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Hello Everyone. I'm here today to introduce you all to Farmacy Beauty. They were nice and sent me over there hydrating coconut gel mask to try out. This is the first gel mask I have ever tried out in my lifetime.
Which I have to tell you all. I loved this mask for many reasons. Number 1 it has coconut in it which I love eat and drinking. Number 2 this mask is super easy to use. Steps below on how to use it
Cleanse and tone your skin
Remove the blue protective film from the mask
Place the mask on your face and smooth over surface
Then remove the clear film
Set time for 20 to 25 minutes
After timer goes off remove make and gently massage excess formula into your skin.
After you take the gel mask off. Your skin will feel nice and cool. Also it will feel smooth as well. Which was another thing that I liked about this mask.
In Noo Yawk, and that’s all we’ve got to go on! Well, the year, the location, AND a pearl-handled revolver in that cowboy belt. The next Hopalong Cassidy? From the Twitter of @AwwwwCats.
Remember how turning everything pink helps cure breast cancer? Right, it doesn’t. Apparently the Massachusetts police didn’t get the memo. Jezebel reports that in honor of October, National Breast Cancer month, the MA police will use pink handcuffs to raise awareness for breast cancer. Yes, you got that right. Pink handcuffs.
What, exactly, do these cops think is going to happen? Why officer, I’m sad you’re arresting me, but could you please tell me the story of the pink handcuffs? Oh! Thanks for the reminder! I’ll do my monthly breast exam as soon as I have use of my hands again and find a five minute break from navigating the labyrinthine criminal justice system.
These handcuffs might take second place only to pinkwashed fracking — which, you know, causes cancer.
One of the many, many ironies here is that health care in American prisons, and particularly women’s prisons, is abysmal. The best way for the cops to keep a woman in good health is probably just to let her out of those handcuffs.
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ALICE ROOSEVELT WAS HARDCORE. “She was known as a rule-breaker in an era when women were under great pressure to conform. The American public noticed many of her exploits. She smoked cigarettes in public, swore at officials, rode in cars with men, stayed out late partying, kept a pet snake named Emily Spinach (Emily as in her spinster aunt and Spinach for its green color) in the White House, and was seen placing bets with a bookie.
So what I’m reading here is, she was a Roosevelt?
Well I have a new hero.
Her whole wikipedia article is gold
“When her father was governor of New York, he and his wife proposed that Alice attend a conservative school for girls in New York City. Pulling out all the stops, Alice wrote, ‘If you send me I will humiliate you. I will do something that will shame you. I tell you I will.’”
“Her father took office in 1901 following the assassination of President William McKinley, Jr. in Buffalo (an event that she greeted with “sheer rapture.”)“
“During the cruise to Japan, Alice jumped into the ship’s pool fully clothed, and coaxed a congressman to join her in the water. (Years later Bobby Kennedy would chide her about the incident, saying it was outrageous for the time, to which the by-then-octogenarian Alice replied that it would only have been outrageous had she removed her clothes.”
“She was dressed in a blue wedding dress and dramatically cut the wedding cake with a sword (borrowed from a military aide attending the reception)”
“When it came time for the Roosevelt family to move out of the White House, Alice buried a Voodoo doll of the new First Lady, Nellie Taft, in the front yard.”
“Later, the Taft White House banned her from her former residence—the first but not the last administration to do so. During Woodrow Wilson’s administration (from which she was banned in 1916 for a bawdy joke at Wilson’s expense)…”
“As an example of her attitudes on race, in 1965 her African-American chauffeur and one of her best friends, Turner, was driving Alice to an appointment. During the trip, he pulled out in front of a taxi, and the driver got out and demanded to know of him, “What do you think you’re doing, you black bastard?” Turner took the insult calmly, but Alice did not and told the taxi driver, “He’s taking me to my destination, you white son of a bitch!”
“To Senator Joseph McCarthy, who had jokingly remarked at a party “Here’s my blind date. I am going to call you Alice”, she sarcastically said “Senator McCarthy, you are not going to call me Alice. The trashman and the policeman on my block call me Alice, but you may not.”
I love this woman.
WOMEN WHO NEED FUCKEN MOVIES.
This is Alice as an older lady. The pillow says “If you can’t say something good about someone, sit right here by me.”
Whenever I hear people talking about fine art, I find they tend to focus most often on painting and drawing. But one of the things I wanted to do with this column was explore other areas of the fine art world like jewelry, ceramics and fiber art. I was first introduced to the world of textile and fiber art when I went down to Savannah to visit SCAD back in 2007. I’d never seen fiber art, embroidery and weaving up close and in person, and seeing what those students and professors were making really opened my mind. So I was thrilled when Ana Na wanted to talk about fiber artist Ana Teresa Barboza today. Ana creates incredibly compelling artwork with textiles (visually and through its messages) that focuses on the relationship between humans and nature and humans and animals. Read on to learn more about Ana and her work. xo, grace
Artist: Ana Teresa Barboza About: Ana was born in Lima, Peru in 1980. After studying painting at the Faculty of Art at Pontifical Catholic University of Peru (PCUP), Ana set up a studio in Lima where she now works and lives. Work: Ana has produced two formal bodies of work so far. The first, Modos de Vestir, focuses on the human body. The second, Animales Familiares, looks at the way humans interact with animals and what those relationships mean. Ana often combines 2D and 3D methods to tell stories, working with embroidery on top of photographs, collage or illustration. In Animales Familiares she also employs traditional embroidery hoops as “frames” for her work, which often spills off of the hoop dramatically to mimic bodies of water and plant material. More: You can read more about Ana via her website, at It’s Colossal, Ignant and ArtNau.
Bryce Dallas Howard and Matthew McConaughey spotted filming scenes on the set of their upcoming movie “Gold” in New York City. ” Howard plays the girlfriend of McConaughey’s character, a failed prospector who is on a last-ditch effort to find gold in the jungles of Indonesia.
Dear GOD. McConaughey really wants that next Oscar, doesn’t he? You’ve got to respect the commitment and lack of ego. His face looks too thin for that padding, though. If they wanted to make him look chubby and middle-aged, they might have wanted to use a few facial prosthetics to fill him out.
There is so much late ’80s/early ’90s goodness going on here, from her entire look to the cut of his suit and print of his tie to the utterly AMAZING hair on some of the background players. Without even looking at the film’s description, we knew instantly the period it was set in. We pegged this at about 1992 or so.
As much as my days of all black dress, dark heavy eye makeup and ultra gothy vibes have passed me by, I still get pangs of excitement deep in my chest whenever I see anything styled remotely Gothic and Medieval. So it’s no surprise these images in Vogue Italia made me stop dead in my tracks. Valentino always, always brings out some of the most stunning garments that seem more works of art than actual articles of clothing, but it no less makes me wish I was the type of person who had a place to wear gowns of such luxury. The starting point for this particular collection was Rome, which feels like the most suitable place to adorn intricately embroidered gowns and heavy metallic accessories with a stoic disposition. I wish I could transport myself into these images so I could be a part of this gothy, sullen world. When in Rome, right?!
Photography: Fabrizio Ferry Models: Leila Nda, Sofia Tesmenitskaya, Grace Simmons & Yana Van Ginneken
I met you in the rain on the last day of 1972, the same day I resolved to kill myself.
One week prior, at the behest of Richard Nixon and Henry Kissinger, I'd flown four B-52 sorties over Hanoi. I dropped forty-eight bombs. How many homes I destroyed, how many lives I ended, I'll never know. But in the eyes of my superiors, I had served my country honorably, and I was thusly discharged with such distinction.
And so on the morning of that New Year's Eve, I found myself in a barren studio apartment on Beacon and Hereford with a fifth of Tennessee rye and the pang of shame permeating the recesses of my soul. When the bottle was empty, I made for the door and vowed, upon returning, that I would retrieve the Smith & Wesson Model 15 from the closet and give myself the discharge I deserved.
I walked for hours. I looped around the Fenway before snaking back past Symphony Hall and up to Trinity Church. Then I roamed through the Common, scaled the hill with its golden dome, and meandered into that charming labyrinth divided by Hanover Street. By the time I reached the waterfront, a charcoal sky had opened and a drizzle became a shower. That shower soon gave way to a deluge. While the other pedestrians darted for awnings and lobbies, I trudged into the rain. I suppose I thought, or rather hoped, that it might wash away the patina of guilt that had coagulated around my heart. It didn't, of course, so I started back to the apartment.