The Apollo 11 astronaut makes the case for a permanent settlement on the Red Planet.
I just interviewed Buzz Aldrin for work. Breaking Bad creator Vince Gilligan was standing a few feet away, and we were at a landmark Beverly Hills house best known for standing in as Jackie Treehorn’s pad in The Big Lebowski. Aldrin is in his eighties and more spry and active than most people half his age. And the interview turned out great.
Jimmy Carr is by no means the first person to run into trouble putting on a gig in Dubai. In the 90s there were attempts to stage a Cure concert in the Emirate. All was going well - tickets selling briskly, venue booked - until the Ministry of Culture asked to hear some of the band’s songs.
'Killing an Arab' was the first song on the CD unthinkingly sent from London by the record label. The concert was cancelled.
FYI: Russell Brand intended to kick off his Messiah Complex world tour in Abu Dhabi last year. As soon as the authorities got wind of what he would be discussing, plug pulled.
”—Popbitch explains the difficulties of setting up concerts in Dubai.
There’s no common center to Los Angeles life. Los Feliz, Downtown, West Hollywood, Santa Monica, Burbank, etc. are self-contained entities where people don’t really mix and every neighborhood exists autonomously.
Come on, Los Angeles. We can make common spaces for the city. We can make this happen.
“One of the most offensive critiques of the argument for paying reparations to African-Americans is the notion that black people are owed nothing because they are better off in America than they would be in Africa.”—
I’m mostly working in images these days because Los Angeles is a insanely fun place to take photographs. Also, the exquisite strangeness of the Los Angeles Basin and the Valley can’t be expressed 100% on words. So, yes, follow me on Instagram.
“I think now of every war memorial I ever yawned through on a class trip, how someone else’s past horror was my vacant diversion and maybe I learned something but I didn’t feel anything. Everyone should have a museum dedicated to the worst day of their life and be forced to attend it with a bunch of tourists from Denmark. Annotated divorce papers blown up and mounted, interactive exhibits detailing how your mom’s last round of chemo didn’t take, souvenir T-shirts emblazoned with your best friend’s last words before the car crash. And you should have to see for yourself how little your pain matters to a family of five who need to get some food before the kids melt down. Or maybe worse, watch it be co-opted by people who want, for whatever reason, to feel that connection so acutely.”—The Worst Day Of My Life Is Now New York’s Hottest Tourist Attraction