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...fine in its history--$500,000--for saying of the head of NBA officiating: "I wouldn't hire him to manage a Dairy Queen." Challenged by the company to manage a DQ for a day, Cuban gamely showed up at 6 a.m. to learn how to curl soft ice cream, then hustled to serve the 1,000 fans in line. Cuban briefly recruited basketball bad boy Dennis Rodman, inviting him to live in the guesthouse of the $15 million Cuban mansion. Rodman didn't last, either at the mansion or with the Mavericks, but Cuban calls the courtship an "experiment...
Ranging from cubic block constructions to perspectival black-and-white grids to colored images of shaving cream, Bochner’s work is essentially discursive and involves a response or conversation with certain ideological and visual contradictions. In what seems like a cold, bloodless and scientific artistic expression, there is actually an underlying and fundamental exuberance—a fervent obsession with ideas and a perpetual fixation on objectivity...
...series “Transparent and Opaque,” Bochner seems to abandon his flirtation with perspective and use textural nuance as the springboard for further photographs. By photographing glass surfaces smeared with either Vaseline or shaving cream and brightly colored with filtered lights, these photographs transform mundane, household accoutrements into stunning artistic landscapes. While the Vaseline acted as a shiny, phosphorescent light trap of transparency, the voluminous viscerality and lush corporality of the shaving cream reflect light, recording the light without the presence of its own physical existence. Bochner distills and separates the reflected color as imposed...
...Miss: Pelmeny: steamed dumplings, traditionally stuffed with meat, now branching out even into smoked salmon, and eaten with broth, sour cream and chopped garlic. A plate in one of the small stand-up eateries costs around...
...hair, a lawn mower would have been easier to use than my Gillette Mach 3. The night before the pageant, as I stood naked in the bathtub, warm water running, I watched inch-long hairs peel off into a watery mélange of foamy white shaving cream and occasional drops of blood. I awkwardly maneuvered my body as I shaved the rear of my thighs, only breaking more skin in my futile attempt to be careful and precise. An analgesic layer of lotion, though, assuaged the dry areas and the numerous cuts. I had legs, but I didn?...