Do I even need to tell you the setup for this show? I’ve watched three episodes on Netflix so far and it’s pure Galifianakis. If he’s your thing, welcome to your next binge. If he’s not, I still recommend giving it a try because he’s likely a lot sweeter and mellower than you imagine, especially at this age and on this topic.
-DW
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I stumbled upon these artisanal chips while lightly stoned and wandering the stalls of an annual street fair in Carroll Gardens a couple weeks back. The vendor was deeply generous with her samples (a smart play) and let me try a chip from almost all of her flavors, which resulted in me forking over the cash for three bags of my own (Pink Sea Salt, Savory Garlic, and Rosemary & Olive Oil, if you're wondering.). I can confirm that they are just as delicious eaten stone-cold sober in the comfort of your home. And yes, she ships.
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Public benches have been surprisingly controversial for years now. Where they’re placed, what they look like, and, most polarizing, who gets to use them, are hot button issues touching on political debates like private vs public property, visible homelessness, and individuals’ civil rights. (I realize this previous sentence has two instances of the “rule of three” which is allegedly a giveaway that something was written by AI, but I assure you, I’ve been a rule of three guy long before it became a red flag). Anyway! Moynihan Train Hall has become the latest battle in this bench fight. The great hall has a twelve-foot geometric clock, a vaulted glass ceiling, steel trusses from its past life as the city's main post office, yet nowhere to sit. A place where people, including children and the elderly, are supposed to wait for long periods of time with heavy luggage and shopping bags has nothing for you to rest on. To some, including myself, the lack of benches in the station—and the removal of untold others in places all across the country—is a misguided attempt to thwart minor anti-social behavior at the cost of chipping away at society itself. This piece in Places by Gabrielle Bruney does a good job of how we got here, and what the downstream effects of removing something as simple as a bench can be.
-DW
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I was excited to see this post from Francis Gallery in Los Angeles announcing its first-ever open call for painters, and not just because of who’s behind it. Rosa Park founded Cereal magazine back in 2012. and if you’re at all familiar with the print magazine, then you already know the quality of her eye. With the gallery, Park has quietly built a pretty impressive program that’s as distinct as it is inclusive. This particular call is open to any painter based in Los Angeles, at any career stage, and offers two $15,000 cash prizes—one for figurative work and one for abstract. The judging panel is an intentionally varied mix of curators alongside designers, collectors, historians, and cultural strategists. Entries are due by April 30th, so there are still a few days left if you or anyone you know fits these relatively wide parameters. A show featuring submissions from the call will also be on display later this summer.
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After a few months of relatively easy sleep, I found myself wide awake at 3 AM the other night, with an alarm set for 7:25—too soon to take a prescription medication but just enough time for my anxiety to build. Instead, I took a dropper of Dusk and, when I woke up a few hours later, was reminded of why we created this formula in the first place. It’s easy on your system and non-intoxicating, while also effective enough to work in an emergency (though it’s most effective when taken consistently). It’s our #1 best seller across the site for a reason.
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You have just one week left to see Elizabeth Saloka’s “Snacks and the City” show at Gotham Chelsea. Saloka’s work consists of painting rocks she finds in and around New York and turning them into snacks and home goods. The nostalgic nature of her medium and the subject matter make these pieces disarmingly approachable and fun, but what she chooses to paint speaks more deeply about how our memories work and how our consumerism can literally shape what we see. On the most basic and cerebral levels, it’s the perfect show for a dispensary to host.
-DW
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