nabbott blog

i know that the "authorities" tell me not to blog in such a personal way. but whatever, heres some stuff. today is a very important personal day. and like other july 3/4's before, i can't sleep. so here's some pics from last week. my friend took me to see Japanther and the waterfalls that Olafur Eliasson made in New York.

Incredible. I also crashed my bike, had my Blackberry stole and tore up my knee. But all is well and I'm back in touch. So send me a txt with your phone number and I'll call you back or maybe next week I'll be back on the BB and send you a txt back. Honestly, at this moment, I miss everyone. Wishing the best to you.

-N.

PS. an EDIT, before I get to my images. we should all read this: http://bernardavishai.blogspot.com/2008/07/dream-palace-of-arabs.html

(I know, too many and too below par, but I'm too tired to edit this any more...)

I went to visit my Grandparents and see my niece and my sister. I miss them all terribly.

Clouds. Since I just hung out with them and didn't take any pictures. Except of the clouds on the way there.

And when I saw that they had the checkbook out for John McCain. I still love them.

The sun was setting over the nabe where I live. But I don't live in that high-rise.

That's the Williamsburg bridge.

These people were in love and not paying attention to the waterfall under the Brooklyn Bridge.

This waterfall was in front of an old building and a new building.

Brooklyn Bridge. With waterfall. And flag.

Take a picture. Brooklyn Bridge.

Financial District.

Liberty. 2008.

Statue. Sucky picture. 2008.

Japanther crowd. (1) 2008.

Japanther crowd. (2) 2008.

Two pints of Jameson later, I made it back to my bed in Brooklyn. 5am, on the Fourth of July, I'm still awake and wondering.

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Working my butt off or more specifically, giving myself a fat ass and getting Carpal Tunnel Syndrome. I guess, in the midst of this I am resigned to being a consumer of culture and art even as I am producing. Anyway, watch and read and listen.

The Itch (PS. I love thinking about perception even if I don't have/get it...):
The article is at NewYorker.com, but go buy the magazine and read it in a park or a coffee shop.

Beautiful:
Bon Iver, Skinny Love

Funny (and also smart):
Show cookie pride by eating...coooooooookie!

Ciao for now...

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I've been sick, like my brain has been hurting because my sinuses have been so fucked and I really have accomplished approximately nothing all week. Anyway, despite not doing anything positive, sucking saltwater up my nose, taking 3 showers every day just for the humidity and losing two to three pounds every time I blow my nose (along with, possibly, 15-20 points on my fucking SATs, or IQ, which means basically nothing) over the last 6 days, I did manage to watch some movies, read some magazines, look at some pictures and listen to a bunch of music. And all I want to do is sit outside with friends and laugh, then go for a nice if overpriced dinner, and out to some dark and dirty bar, wake up smiling at my headache and foggy memories, and go for brunch. Instead, I write the lamest blog post in history.

This story, of a guy who collected a Polaroid every day for about 18 years, is so over-blogged I wasn't gonna post it. But the images are very good, and the story collected is well crafted and the images from the last year of his life are something else.

It also ties into one interesting story of dedication, love, focus and partnership. This one I saw yesterday while I tried to not infect anyone whilst wandering around MoMA. You kind of have to see it in person to recognize the sheer madness of spending 30 years taking pictures of then curating and printing a geometric and fucking weird survey of industry around the world. But Bernd and Hilla Becher have done something that just tears apart my mind.

Go rent the movie Control, about Ian Curtis of the band Joy Division. Movie was made by Anton Corbijn who is a legendary music and portrait photographer. You should really look around his website and at his photographs.

Hercules and Love Affair Blind.

Cut Copy.

Justice. (I was gonna post this, but then I saw it on Anthony's Joystick blog, but I'm posting it anyway. Great minds don't fall far from the tree of Apples?)

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From Surfline Last Week:

"More moderate scale reinforcement SW(200-220) groundswell joins in during the first half of next week, keeping waves in the waist-head high range from Monday through Wednesday. Slow fade by next Thursday.
High pressure over the Central SPAC and a low off South America is currently setting up a large fetch aimed our way. Solid, long-period SSW(195-210) groundswell being whipped up by those winds is due to fill in next Friday, May 9th, then peak over the following weekend with more overhead waves."

Was going to gloat on that before I left, but I got busy and forgot to post. Even in the absence of electronic info, I went down to Mexico, I surfed, I hung out with old and new friends, I read, I celebrated the birthdays of two close friends, I ate a couple drinks, I remembered, I surfed, I got some sun, I took a few pictures, I played some asshole—you know the deal.

Modelo. Two birthday boys.

Timmy Shred.

R-G. 3-0.

Another Runway (DIA).

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I'll see you at the salad bar, Whole's Foods Union Square. Tomorrow night. Be there!

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Random political and economic thought of the day. Only one of the three candidates left in this race is still basing decisions on what IS the best policy. He may lose because he isn't doing a great job of pandering, but he has my respect. Tom Friedman in the NY Times

Also, read this one over eggs at the Sunrise Diner this morning. Bill Clinton isn't that bad, but I just like Hillary less and less every day. Ryan Lizza in The New Yorker

"Do you realize—that everyone you know someday will die?"

Someone Twittered this song lyric—from a favorite song of mine—and I found this beautiful bit of writing. Ted Jillson in McSweeney's

Back Window View, Brooklyn, NY.

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