The Whig Dining Room

This is one of a very few spaces in the museum with columns, and the Met’s floor plan renders them as tiny dark blue dots. It’s a place where I can imagine mustachioed men of power complaining about the burden of being very, very rich, while servants roll their eyes and wonder just how difficult it would be to fatally poison a member of Parliament.
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Part two of our room-by-room review of the Met.

Edward Hopper > ads for Bravo shows

Those hip motherfuckers over at The Happy Corp beat us to the punch reporting the news that MoMA has finished installing a project in the Atlantic/Pacific subway station. The Happy Corp got a preview tour of the installation yesterday. We got high and watched The Talented Mr. Ripley again. Spoiler alert: Jude Law smolders.

Eagle-Rape

In the first entry of our thousand-part series, Josiah feels the pull of lurid Macedonia, stone drapery is pulled back and a myth is busted.

With camera-phone pictures and a macro’d Google Map! More after the jump.

The Metric System

Assuming you’re not a cretin—and, this being the Internet, I think that’s fair to assume—you love the book From the Mixed-up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler. We are embarking on a mission! Read more after ye olde jump.