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"The side effects of the chemo wouldn’t kick in for at least a week, so she spent her days with Delia powering through a TV pilot they were writing for Scott Rudin… Because of my mother’s tremendous sense of will and a modest dose of steroids, the script was finished before the chemo was."

— Jacob Bernstein writes about his badass mother, Nora Ephron, in this great New York Times piece "Nora Ephron’s Final Act"

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Apple now offers something called Final Cut Pro X (pronounced “10”). But don’t be misled by the name. It’s a new program, written from scratch…

The bottom line: The rewritten Final Cut is much, much easier to use than the old one, and its immediacy keeps your creative flow going.

But not everyone will fall in love. Switching to the new Final Cut from the old one is like coming home from college to discover that your parents remodeled your bedroom…

The biggest disappointment is that Final Cut X can’t open old Final Cut projects. They’re now orphaned, stuck forever in the old program.

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It’s happening all over, in all sorts of families, not just young people moving back home but also young people taking longer to reach adulthood overall. It’s a development that predates the current economic doldrums, and no one knows yet what the impact will be — on the prospects of the young men and women; on the parents on whom so many of them depend; on society, built on the expectation of an orderly progression in which kids finish school, grow up, start careers, make a family and eventually retire to live on pensions supported by the next crop of kids who finish school, grow up, start careers, make a family and on and on. The traditional cycle seems to have gone off course, as young people remain un­tethered to romantic partners or to permanent homes, going back to school for lack of better options, traveling, avoiding commitments, competing ferociously for unpaid internships or temporary (and often grueling) Teach for America jobs, forestalling the beginning of adult life…

Even if some traditional milestones are never reached, one thing is clear: Getting to what we would generally call adulthood is happening later than ever. But why? That’s the subject of lively debate among policy makers and academics. To some, what we’re seeing is a transient epiphenomenon, the byproduct of cultural and economic forces. To others, the longer road to adulthood signifies something deep, durable and maybe better-suited to our neurological hard-wiring. What we’re seeing, they insist, is the dawning of a new life stage — a stage that all of us need to adjust to.

very interesting article proposing that just as the idea of “adolescence” came about in 1904, we should call the 20s “emerging adulthood” and accept that as a new stage of life. a few years ago, i worked with a renown psychologist on his book which basically claimed that ~adolescence~ is bullshit and that if you give a a teen enough responsibility, they can live up to the tasks required of them and become adults. while i do agree that labels seem to have a self-fulfilling prophecy quality to them and aren’t really necessary, you can’t just flat out say that transition into mature adulthood from your teens will be a seamless, specifically given the complexities of our societal and economic structure. besides, the phenomenon of aimless 20-something slackers isn’t just a Gen Y thing, it happened to “the oldest members of the baby boom generation—the parents of today’s 20-somethings.” but you know what, let’s not give this life stage a technical tag. let’s just reference Clueless and know it self-deprecatingly as the “post adolescent idealistic phase.”

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so as "to avoid colloquialisms, neologisms and jargon."
ah newspapers, such charming vestiges of ages past.

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sculptures by Giacomo Serpotta surround a photograph of a stolen Caravaggio in the San Lorenzo oratory in Palermo, Sicily. photographed by Domingo Milella for the New York Times magazine.

sculptures by Giacomo Serpotta surround a photograph of a stolen Caravaggio in the San Lorenzo oratory in Palermo, Sicily. photographed by Domingo Milella for the New York Times magazine.

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Alexander McQueen photographed by Hendrick Kerstens for "General Lee" in the September 1999 issue of The New York Times magazine.

Alexander McQueen photographed by Hendrick Kerstens for "General Lee" in the September 1999 issue of The New York Times magazine.

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Jeff Bridges signs autographs outside the American Cinematheque, photographed by Peter van Agtmael for the New York Times.

Jeff Bridges signs autographs outside the American Cinematheque, photographed by Peter van Agtmael for the New York Times.

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Penelope Cruz and Daniel Day-Lewis photographed by Inez van Lamsweerde & Vinoodh Matadin for the New York Times.

Penelope Cruz and Daniel Day-Lewis photographed by Inez van Lamsweerde & Vinoodh Matadin for the New York Times.

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Christoph Waltz photographed by Inez van Lamsweerde & Vinoodh Matadin for the New York Times.

Christoph Waltz photographed by Inez van Lamsweerde & Vinoodh Matadin for the New York Times.

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the New York Times thinks ‘douchebag’ is ‘douche bag’…

and ironically ends their article on the use “bad words” during primetime tv with d-bag psychology professor Timothy Jay saying, “i would bet most kids today couldn’t tell you what a douche bag is.”

if you say so, douchebag.

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i’d been thinking a lot about bicycles lately. maybe it has to do with the fact that i currently lack a car of my own, but recently, for some reason, they just seem to pop up randomly in conversations, images i happen to see, etc.

is the universe trying to tell me something?

and then i came across this article discussing how people are paying hundreds to thousands of dollars for bicycles (though mainly because they refuse to buy from big brands/retailers). that’s astounding to me, especially since we’re currently wallowing in an economic clusterfuck.

"The guy in the store asked me how much I wanted to spend.

I sort of stuttered my way and ultimately refused to answer the question because I was embarrassed to say something like ‘less than a hundred dollars,’ for fear of coming off like Borat inspecting the Hummer before buying the ice-cream truck.

Yeah, the bike guy answered, he had something super-cheap for me, an old road bike that they’d fixed up. It wasn’t exactly my size, but it would do. It was a 1991 model, a Trek, I think. It was in good working condition, it had some newer components, and it came with a warranty. I could have it, he said, for $475.”

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