Jon Stewart breaks down the bombast of Fox News and the dramatic national consequences of Tuesday's election of our new president, Scott Brown.
Kingman says the events he hosts are community art. The city says they are dangerous parties.
"It just so happens my medium is people," Kingman said the other day while his newest artwork played on a computer -- a video of naked people dancing while he "painted" them with colored lasers. "I try to bring people out of themselves."
I've attended one of them. The live music was very good. The crowd, diverse, although maybe self-selecting for a tolerance of pretentiousness. The food was ample and high quality and the beer was free.
The wood fire was too smoky for my taste, but his braziers were cool looking, and I never felt close to being endangered. The few commenters on the Strib column seem to agree.
Here's one where Jeff and I probably agree, too.
Then, there's this story, where an artist goes without fire altogether.
SERIOUS cold, Justen Ladda said, is when the sponge in the kitchen sink feels like wood or the toothpaste freezes or the refrigerator turns itself off, as it did one particularly frigid day last winter. Not that Mr. Ladda, a 56-year-old sculptor who has lived heat-free in his Lower East Side loft for three decades, is bothered by such extremes. “Winter comes and goes,” he’ll tell you blithely, adjusting his black wool scarf and watch cap. (Along with fingerless gloves, long underwear and felt slippers, they are part of Mr. Ladda’s at-home uniform when the mercury dips.)