Photasmic—A pair of magnifying glasses is tacked to the wall with strings. One can be used to examine David Hoyt's “Yin,” the other his “Yang.” This is thoughtful of Hoyt, because his pair of black and white photos, encased in matching elaborate gilded wood frames, is minuscule. “Yin” depicts a vase of blooming flowers with tiny naked baby dolls floating in the air above the petals, too tiny to even notice without the aid of the glass. “Yang” depicts the same flowers, withered, the baby dolls crashed to the ground around the base of the striped vase.
It's impossible to understand the long-lived mystique of Ye Olde Route 66 without chomping down on a good bit of historical Americana. These days, when you want to get somewhere fast, you wheel your Corolla on to an Interstate or, faster yet, buy yourself a plane ticket. Back in 1926, options were far more limited.
After a two-decade absence, Janet Grace Riehl returns to Albuquerque to read from and discuss her newly released debut poetry collection, Sightlines. She will be at the Harwood Art Center (1114 Seventh Street NW) on Sunday, July 16, at 2 p.m. The volume is a reflection on home, family and memory, all of which come together following a tragic accident that shook Riehl and her family. This painful event inspired the author to write a six-generational family memoir told through story poems. Sightlines is one woman’s search to find meaning in a senseless tragedy. By exploring this event, Riehl has revealed cycles in human life, such as caring for parents, aging, death and the ways in which these things can strengthen a family's spirit. 242-6367.
Want to know why Stonehenge sucks, what cities to avoid in Greece, where not to relax in the U.K.? British humor magazine The Idler, “The Periodical of Easy Living,” whose editorial staff is responsible for such titles as How To Be Idle and The Idler Book of Crap Jobs, has once again compiled a handful of horror stories from its readers and contributors. Fans of vignettes, snippets, blurbs and bathroom reading can be both entertained and informed by this cynical little square-shaped book, which sheds an atypical light on vacations as an industry, and as an antithetical getaway.
A dozen years ago, in one of its trademark alarming cover stories, Time magazine announced a "Battle for the Soul of the Internet." Well, the war rages on. Sometimes the Web feels like nothing more than an online strip mall, littered with advertisements, corporate homepages, porn, celebrity gossip and day-trading portals. And yet, where else can one access the complete text of Shakespeare's plays—free—in less than a second?