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Emanuel Ax Presents a Diversity of Variations
United States Copland, Haydn, Beethoven, Schumann: Emanuel Ax, Carnegie Hall, New York, 17.5.2012 (SSM)
Copland: Piano Variations
Haydn: Variations in F Minor, Hob. XVII:6
Beethoven: Fifteen Variations and a Fugue on an Original Theme in E-Flat Major, "Eroica Variations," Op. 35
Schumann: Études en forme de variations, Op. 13 (with posthumous etudes)
Variations upon a theme informed Emanuel Ax's choice of works for this recital at Carnegie Hall. A variation itself is really no more than a formal numbered structure that is the basis of music. From early music on, the idea of playing a theme and then varying it runs through forms like chaconnes, fandangos, dance movements, fugues, the sonata with its development section and cadenzas with their improvised riffs. In fact, the most basic of any musical form would be A-B or, in da capo form, A-A-B-B, "B" being a variation on "A."
Composers have written variations from the most simplistic (e.g. Mozart's keyboard variations on "Ah, vous dirai-je, maman" or "Twinkle, Twinkle") to those great monuments of keyboard music, Bach's Goldberg Variations and Beethoven's Diabelli Variations. In most variations the theme is apparent in every movement; in rare instances they are not audibly recognizable (as in Bach's Goldberg Variations where only the formal pattern A-A-B-B and harmonic infrastructure of the theme connect the individual variations).
In Copland's Variations for Piano, the five-note opening, while varied in numerous ways, would be difficult to break down formally into numbered movements. The notes that form the motif are handled as if they were a shortened Schoenbergian twelve-tone scale. It was clear that Ax was attempting to perform this work as a lyrical, tonal composition, making even the parallel seconds and ninths seem normal. He respected Copland's sometimes odd expressive requests, such as "threatening" in reference to a run of arpeggios or "simply, naively" to a group of chords. The poetic approach Ax took here with Copland was applied to all the other pieces which followed in the program. If the audience expected a flashy, virtuosic recital like many others in this series, they didn't get it from Ax. His playing was not the type to draw attention to itself: the piano was never pounded, and he never made manifest the fact that there were passages that required substantial prowess.
Haydn's Variations in F minor were played with a very gentle touch, the volume barely rising except in a few passages marked forte. Even the excellent acoustics of Carnegie Hall could not help this performance which would have been better suited to a much smaller venue. If I were asked to give brief description of the interpretation, it would be "small sounding."
Ax's take on Beethoven's "Eroica" variations was also small-voiced, and not until the fugal variation did it sing out loudly. These variations lack the wildly imaginative quality of Beethoven's Diabelli Variations, and in no way do they approach their later orchestral counterpart, the last movement of Beethoven's Third "Eroica" Symphony. Although some of the variations are nearly the same in both works, the piano version wants for the instrumental color inherent in an orchestra. Ax's performance perhaps tried too hard to find the soul of this work. He would have been more successful emphasizing differences in dynamics and tempo between variations rather than searching for a musical depth that isn't there.
Schumann's Symphonic Variations were given a more sensitive and lyrical reading than the muscular versions one hears in recordings by Pollini, Richter and Horowitz. When a work as demanding as this is chosen as part of a recital, you can be sure that it will be used to showcase a performer's ability to handle the work's massive chords and challenges. The "Agitato," "Presto possible" and Allegro brillante" all require formidable technique. Ax has all this ability but, as in the other works on the program, he chose to let the music speak for itself. The result was a fluid, romantic interpretation more suited to Chopin's works.
Ax's first encore was Liszt's Valse Oubliée, No.1, which he played with panache. The Chopin that followed, the Grand Valse Brillante, took me back to the first time I heard him perform. Ax had just won the Artur Rubenstein International Piano Competition, and recorded an all-Chopin program for RCA. It was one of those LPs that I played so often it was eventually scratched beyond playability. Elements of Ax's performance on that record were still apparent in this recital.
Stan Metzger
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Well, we all survived the weekend. Ryan and I attended a marriage conference in Kerrville- we had some good talks about the future of our family, slept two uninterrupted nights without dogs in our bed and a baby monitor by my ear, and got a private tour and wine tasting at a vinyard/winery near Fredricksburg. Grayson had a great time with his Grammie and Grandaddy and even slept 13 1/2 hours on Friday night! He does have some kind of a bug- not sure what, but he has a rash on his face, loss of appetite (grrr, I need this kid to EAT), and has kept me very busy with diaper changes today (ick). We saw the pediatrician last Thursday because I was worried he might have an ear infection- nope. We will see her again this Thursday for his 9 month checkup- my goal is to not have to see her between last Thursday and this Thursday. We'll see.
We had our follow up appointment with the neurologist today. The good news is G's EEG and chromosomal bloodwork are normal. However, Grayson still has some of the newborn reflexes, indicating something is not working correctly in his nervous system. The doctor ordered MORE bloodwork (grr) and wants us to see a genetic specialist. Hey, what's one more specialist, right?
Interesting. And pretty accurate I think. Grayson's "upgoing toes" are pretty funny- his little toe just sticks our from the rest of his foot- bizarre.
I'm also struggling with something else. Now that Grayson is 9 months old, everyone who asks how old he is and doesn't know his "story" asks if he's crawling yet or says something like, "oh he must be crawling all over the place now." Mmmm- not even close. Most of you know he's not yet sitting up on his own, although we are working really hard to get there!
So when people ask, or comment, on crawling, I don't know what to say. It doesn't bother me or make me feel bad, but if I tell them he's got some developmental issues, I feel like it makes them feel uncomfortable- like they shouldn't have said anything (and I don't want that. I love when people ask me about my baby). So should I just say, "Not yet" and leave it at that or should I say more? I mean, realistically, he's not going to be crawling for quite a while, and then there's walking, and talking, and all other big milestones that we just have no idea when Grayson will meet.
But he will get there- he will!
I'm off to a weekend retreat with the hubby today, but wanted to announce my giveaway winners. I am so excited because they are both friends I've met through this blog!
Congratulations girls! Be thinking of what you want me to paint you and I will email you on Monday when I get back!
I started this blog last August, about a month before Grayson was born. I was hesitant to start a blog because I figured I would never stick with it and write regularly and no one would want to read it anyway. Well, I was wrong, about the first reason anyway. Turns out I did stick to it- and no one is more suprised by this than me!
I love blogging- and I do realize my blog is all over the place. Sometimes it's a "let me show you how cute my baby is" photo album, sometimes it's my lame attempt at being funny, and sometimes it's me just being honest about my life- it's a good life, but there are struggles. And as I continue to share my life in this little corner of the internet, I just want to keep being real.
make myself feel like a super-cool big-time blogger, I'm doing a giveaway!
Some of you know that I paint whimsical children's artwork. I definitely do not consider myself an artist, but I like to be creative, and sometimes some of my stuff doesn't turn out half bad. I've actually made a good amount of money on my stuff over the years, and am toying with the idea of revamping my "business" sometime soon.
I'm giving away one of my signs to 2 lucky readers. If you win, I can do whatever you want- a theme, match bedding, a footprint picture (if you are in the Houston area or if you want to mail me a canvas with your kid's footprint), whatever! (See below for some examples). The sign will be 11X14 canvas with a ribbon hanger and pom pom trim. I can also add glitter glaze and even rhinestones (if you're really nice to me).
To enter- leave a comment on this blog or on Facebook. I'll number the comments and then use a fancy Random Number Generator on the internet to pick 2 winners. I'll announce the winners on Friday. Sound good?
I'm excited- thanks for reading my blog!
Tension. There's been a lot of it in our house lately. And the tension has been over…stuff. Material stuff. Stuff we can't take with us when we die. Stupid.
We have a house. We have two paid-off, reliable cars. We have clothes. Mostly outdated and unfashionable clothes, but clothes nonetheless. Our son has more toys and baby contraptions than he really needs, and an adorable nursery (yes, I admit, I am very materialistic when it comes to baby decor).
Every evening we straighten up the living room and it takes a good 15 minutes to put the stuff where it goes. It's annoying, and I wish there was less of it. So why do we want more when we wish there was less?
Our Sunday school lesson this morning was on contentment. We discussed how greed is just a vicious cycle- we think, "If I just get ___, then I'll be satisfied." Um, no we won't. There will always be something bigger, something newer, something more trendy then what we have.
I want to stop that cycle. I wish it was possible to just decide that. Just to say, "I'm now content- I don't need anything else." But then there's the month that's left at the end of the money, and contentment is nowhere to be found.
The thing that is most frustrating to me is most of the "stuff" I really want I don't see as frivolous. I want Grayson and all our future kids to go to private school (I was a student and teacher in both private and public school and in my experience, private is better). I want my kids to be able to to do stuff like go to summer camp, play select sports, and go on school trips to Europe. I want to be able to go on vacation with my family. I just want options.
But right now I just want the tension to be gone. I want to enjoy the rest of our summer without the stress of how we are going to pay for ________ five years from now. I'm tired of the arguing, the hurt feelings, and the frustration.
I just had to post these pictures of Grayson because they made me giggle. His vision teacher suggested the other day that we start working with him on associating objects and positions with things he likes. G has become quite the little high maintenace man lately- he just wants to be held ALL the time, instead of working on his sitting or his self-soothing (AAA!).
Anyway, G's vision teacher brought a rubber fish for him to borrow so we are having him sit in his Bumbo several times a day, with the fish, and are playing his Fish Song.
Just a little video to show the amazing progress my little dude is making! A few weeks ago he couldn't have grabbed this spoon, and now he's making music!


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From the moment it was published, rainbow paper became one of our most popular activities. Today we get to turn this science activity into a uniquely colorful and meaningful Mother's Day surprise.
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Men's Hockey RPF
William Nylander/David Pastrnak
William Nylander
Alex Nylander
Breaking Up & Making Up
they both can't get their heads out of their asses for a bit
but it gets resolved
pink skies (twisted up with the blues)
down_the_road
Willy's sitting in an airport, luggage hand in hand with a flight Cabo in his back pocket when his brother calls to tell him that there'd been a change of plans.
"What the fuck do you mean you don't have tickets? No, I can't change the date! I'm at the airport right now Alex! I'm fifteen minutes from boarding!"
Alex, who sounds a little too nonchalant for someone who had somehow booked the wrong flight date, just sighs at him through the phone. Willy wishes he could reach through the screen and strangle him.
aka willy tries to go on a relaxing vacation with his brother. nothing goes as planned.
title - pink skies by wiley from atlanta
nothing too heavy in this one - a few verbal fights and some bad decisions that are fairly easily resolved. mostly just miscommunication. some recreational drug use in the beginning.
fair warning - i wrote this over the course of a month and really only when i couldn't sleep, so idk how coherent it is. enjoy anyways!
(See the end of the work for more notes.)
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"I don't know what to tell you, Will. I'm not going to be there until the twenty-sixth. Tickets are sold out already."
"I'm on my way back on the twenty-sixth!" Willy squawks back, indignant.
"Look dude, I'm sorry. I didn't realize until just now. We can meet up in the States next month instead."
William feels a headache budding in the back of his skull. Alex doesn't seem to get the memo.
"Look Will, I gotta go. Just enjoy the beach, have some fun. Relax for once."
Oh, Willy's mom will definitely be hearing about this. He begins crafting the text as soon as Alex hangs up. Luckily for his brother, his flight gets called for boarding before he can send it. It takes every bit of Willy's restraint not to finish the deed on the plane ride over.
He lands in Cabo eight hours later, alone. After finding his rental, and his luggage, Willy does what he thinks anyone alone in a foreign country on vacation should do when they're stressed. He finds some weed.
He's propped up on one of the beach chairs in the back of the beach house he found on Airbnb a few months back, looking at the sunset over the water and rolling a fat one in no time at all. The tension is all but gone from his body after the first few hits, and the text to his mother is long forgotten.
Willy almost feels like he's actually on vacation. It's nice.
He lets his mind wander to the season as he watches the pink skies mix into the blue, music humming softly from his speakers. They did well this year, he supposes. Comparatively. It's hard to rationalize though when the season ended with yet another game seven ejection, the ever-elusive second round just out of reach.
He watches as the clouds light upon the horizon and tries to discern the colors. Magenta. Rose. Blush. Coral. Tomorrow, he thinks as the smoke billows lightly around him creating an almost pink haze in the sunlight, he should go to the beach. Maybe he can find a girl to spend the week with. Or a guy. He's never been picky.
The sky shifts to a dark red, lighting the ocean beneath it up with rich oranges and purples. Willy closes his eyes and lets the sound of the ocean wash through his mind. Feels the splintered wood underneath his feet, still hot from the day before. Yes, the beach sounded nice. Maybe he'd go have brunch in that little café he saw when he was taxied in. Tomorrow would be good. He could feel it.
Tomorrow was not good. Not in the slightest.
Sure, it had started off alright. Willy had gone down to the beach, walked along the shore, even got in the water, and just floated for a little. He'd sat on the back porch some more, reading one of the trashy novels from the bookshelf inside the rental. He'd even gone for a run.
All in all, the morning had been decent. It was the afternoon that had wreaked havoc on his day. He had gone to go get an early lunch after the conclusion of his run, walking a couple of blocks to a little café he had seen coming in. The smells of warm food had reached him before he could even spot the joint. Willy had gone to sit down at one of the tables after placing his order and pulled out his phone. He was scrolling through Instagram when the man walked in.
The man, of course, being David fucking Pastrnak.
Willy did a double-take, and then quickly snatched a newspaper off the table next to him, tearing it open and covering his face like he was in some sort of spy movie he and Alex had watched when they were kids. He stared at the boating adverts, most in Spanish, in disbelief. Why the fuck was David here? Why couldn't he just leave Willy alone for 5 seconds?
To be fair, though, David hadn't spoken to him since the incident, so he really couldn't have been aware of Willy's plans. In fact, the last thing David had said to Willy was in anger, both of them screaming about commitment in the hotel room on their last vacation together. They had gone to Seattle, so Willy could see the space needle. They didn't even finish the trip.
It had been for the best though, or at least that's how he had rationalized it after he was done crying on the airplane back home, sans-David. NHL schedules were hectic, and Boston was a long way from Toronto. Whatever he and David had had, it obviously wasn't meant to last through that kind of stress. Could Will have had handled it better? Of course, but in the end, it was a long time coming.
It didn't matter that Willy still found himself reaching for David on nights when he got high in his bedroom, even after four months of radio silence from him. Didn't matter at all.
Willy peeked around the corner of the newspaper. Yep, definitely, David, with his beautiful hair and strong arms, dressed in a pair of shorts and a Hawaiian shirt undone to his navel. He seemed to be ordering breakfast. God, what was Willy going to do?
As it turned out, it didn't really matter. David ordered, and then turned into the restroom before sitting down. Willy paid the bill and left his half-eaten eggs on the table as he dashed out of the restaurant. He felt jittery, his heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. Stupid vacation. Stupid Alex. Stupid David.
Stupid William.
He lights up as soon as he gets back to the rental, hands shaking ever so slightly as he rolled the blunt. Thinks about calling Alex to bitch at him. Or Mitch, to cry at. But, his brother doesn't pick up, and he's already bothered Mitch about David enough. He ends up falling asleep in the chair outside instead, lulled by the waves once again.
They're in the hotel room in Seattle, and Willy wonders how long it'll be before the noise complaint.
He and David have been at it for going on an hour now, and he can't even remember what brought it on. His voice is raw, and he can vaguely register in the back of his mind that this is not good, that he should step out and get some air, but the anger clouds his mind and pushes the thought back down before he can act on it. David is gesturing wildly, with a look in his eyes that Willy hasn't seen since their fight about Willy's contract issues.
"Are you even fucking listening to me, William?" David's voice has reached its full crescendo. "Can you seriously not get over yourself enough to even fucking listen to me?"
"I can hear you just fine," Willy spits as he heads towards their shared room in the suite. David follows him, feet hitting the carpet with force."
"What the fuck are you doing?" David continues, anger wrapping around his voice and tangling through the air. Willy feels like he's going to suffocate. "Are you really packing? Are you really that childish that you can't sit and have an adult conversation about this? About us?"
"This is hardly an adult conversation David!" Willy screams back, haphazardly throwing his stuff into his suitcase. "Don't you fucking blame me for this. You can't have adult conversations with someone who refuses to do so."
"Oh you would know something about that, wouldn't you," David bites back, venom in his voice. "How can you tell me that I'm the bad guy here when you're the one running away from any confrontation we've ever had like a fucking coward. How the fuck am I supposed to have an adult conversation when you're out the door as soon as tensions run even a little higher than usual? Well, guess what William! Talking, and disagreement, that's all part of a relationship. Working things out together is part of a relationship! And if you can't fucking do that, then maybe it's time for us to move on from this shit!"
"Fuck you." Willy seethes, finally stuffing the remainder of his stuff into his bag. He heads for the door, and David looks on from his place in the bedroom. Willy slams the door extra hard on the way out, tears biting at his eyes as he calls an Uber to the airport.
He wakes up in a cold sweat in Cabo, tears wet on his cheeks and reaching out once again for a body that isn't there.
"Look, I know you two didn't end on good terms, but don't you think you're being a little overdramatic? I mean, what are the odds you run into him again? Slim to none, I guarantee it."
Willy is regretting his ill-informed decision to call his brother last night. Alex is proving to be basically useless in consoling Will about his run-in with his ex. To top it off, Will can hear other people in the background, one girl shrilly complaining about a hangover. Stupid Alex, abandoning Will in his time of need to go party in not-Cabo without him.
"He was at the same café, Alex! He's probably staying somewhere near my rental!"
Alex, who is beginning to sound increasingly distracted by his secret visitors, just hums into the phone.
"Look Will, it's been a few months now. Maybe you just need to get out there?"
Alex pauses like he's waiting for Will to say something. Willy stays sullenly silent instead, because screw Alex, and Alex sighs before continuing.
"All I'm saying is maybe you've been too hung up on the guy for too long. You should go out and find someone else, nothing serious. Stop moping around that beach house you rented, and actually, go do something."
"I am doing things!"
"Sure, you are."
Willy thinks about arguing some more but decides against it. Instead, he huffs and hangs up. But his mind is still turning. Maybe Alex, for all his lack of tack, is on to something. Willy's in Cabo, for fucks sake! And he deserves an actual vacation. Not whatever he's been doing for the past forty-eight hours.
By noon, Willy has made up his mind. He's going to go get incredibly drunk tonight, and maybe go dancing. And if someone finds him, then so be it.
For now, though, he's going to go sit on the beach and watch the clouds. Try not to think of all the times he and David would do the same thing outside the rink after practice when David was in town. Try not to think of David at all.
Some things are easier said than done, but Willy gives it his best try. Whether he's successful remains to be seen.
He gets dressed up later that evening, in a Hawaiian shirt that would have made David chuckle a few months back. After a few searches online, he finds a club that looks like he could have some fun in, orders an uber, and gets going. By the time the sun has set, he's bouncing around on the dance floor, a few drinks in and feeling the best he has in a while. He doesn't complain when the pretty brunette who'd been eyeing him from across the bar slides up to him, instead of placing his hand on her back and gently directing her to the dance floor. He vaguely registers her resemblance to David in the back of his mind as she grinds down on him but dismisses the thought immediately. There was no room for David tonight. Willy was having a good time, and he wasn't going to let him ruin it.
The brunette - he thinks her name was Monica? - eventually leaves him for another guy, and Willy heads back to the bar for more drinks. God, he was going to be feeling it tomorrow. He scans the crowd as he sips on his final drink of the night, eyes searching through the haze of the club for anyone who might pique his interest before he gives it up and hauls himself back to the house. He's lost in the atmosphere, thinking about how he may be a little drunker than he intended to be, so it startles him when he feels someone slide up next to him on the bar. He almost jumps out of his skin when he sees who it is.
"Willy? Is that you?"
David. Fucking David, who can't seem to let Willy have a good time by himself. David, who's looking just as hot as ever. David, who's looking down at him, his face all scrunched up like it used to be when Willy did something that concerned him. Willy fucking hates him. He tells him as much, lightly slurring his words. David has the audacity to look affronted. It makes Willy more annoyed, alcohol and self-righteous anger pumping through his veins. He pushes his finger into David's chest, ready to give him a piece of his mind, but falls into him a little in the process. David grabs him before he hits the floor, steadying him and Willy's protests are long forgotten.
"You're fucking drunk William."
William shakes his head. Stupid David. "Obbbviouslyy," He slurs. "Wouldn't talk to you otherwise."
David looks a little sad, and Willy feels a tinge of remorse, but not quite enough to keep his mouth shut.
"You jus' had to ruin my good time, didn' you. Can't jus' leave me 'lone."
David just shakes his head. "You need to go home Will. Where are you staying?"
"'m not tellin' you. You'd ruin it."
David manages to gently manhandle Willy out of the club. Willy can see the furrow further settling on his brow, and he has the urge to reach up and smooth it. In the haze of his mind, he vaguely registers that he's being kind of a dick. But he had just wanted to have a good time on his shitty vacation. He'd just wanted to think about something other than David.
"William." He's startled out of his thoughts by David and lolls his head to the side to look at him from where he's holding Willy up like a limp rag doll. "You need to tell me where you're staying so I can get you home."
"Why're you calling me that? You nev'r call me that."
He can see the frustration building upon David's face. Good.
"If you don't answer the question, we're going to mine. I can't leave you like this." David grits out, as he hauls Willy into an Uber. That's strange. Willy doesn't remember him calling an uber. He tells him as much, and David looks ready to scream. Serves him right, Willy thinks, as he falls back under in the backseat of the uber, lulled by the sway of the car and David's voice as he softly instructs the driver on where to go.
Willy wakes up in an unfamiliar hotel room, with a pounding headache. He's in the clothes from the night before he notes, but his shoes are missing. He's also the only one in the bed. Go figure.
He gets up and sees his shoes, placed neatly beside the shut door to the bedroom, and tries to rack his brain for any memory or recollection of last night. Did he go home with Monica? Willy can't imagine that he had pulled her back away from the dude with the mustache at the club, but it wouldn't be the first time he'd gotten lucky. He heads for the door, determined to figure out the mystery, and maybe get some breakfast.
It all comes rushing back to him when he opens the bedroom door and sees David, sleeping on a couch that must be a few sizes too small for him.
He's all scrunched up under what looks like a towel, and his face isn't quite as relaxed as it should be. As relaxed as Willy remembers it being, all those months ago. He feels like crying, frozen in place as he realizes that he's in David's hotel room. David must have taken him home last night. Oh god, how did he fuck this up so badly?
He contemplates running. It wouldn't be the first time, his brain snaps cruelly, that he'd run away from David. Oh god, what was he going to do?
David stirs, and Will turns around to grab his shoes. He's halfway to the door when a raspy voice calls out from the couch, a slight accent marring the words as David's sleep-addled brain tries to make sense of English. The sound brings on a wave of nostalgia so strong it stops Willy in his tracks. Tears prickle in his eyes as he remembers the mornings spent in David's Boston apartment in bed, looking out through the big windows over the city.
"William. You're up?"
David shifts more, peering over the couch, and Willy turns away. Busies himself with putting on his shoes.
"I'm on my way out. I'll be out of your hair soon."
He can hear David getting up off the couch, can hear his feet padding across the tile floor of the hotel room. He tries to tie his shoe quicker, in a vain attempt to still make his getaway.
"You don't have to. Can stay for breakfast."
"I don't think so." Willy grits out. He's almost there. He knots the second shoe and takes the last steps to the door. His hand is turning the knob, he can get out of here and go back home and maybe cry. Definitely cry. Oh god, this was bad. What had he done?
"Damn it, Willy. For once in your life, can you just stay? Just once?"
He stops, once again rendered speechless by David Pastrnak. What a fucking life.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
David is looking at him with disbelief in his eyes. If Willy really searches, he can pinpoint the hurt behind them. He tries not to let himself dwell on it.
"You know what it means William. You always fucking run. From me, from us, from everything. Why can't you just stay, just once? It's not a fucking promise, a fucking commitment to stay for breakfast."
"Why should I?" Willy spits out. "I don't owe you shit! I didn't choose for you to come pick me up at some bar! I came here to get away from you!"
"Why is that even something that you needed to do?" David matches his tone. Willy feels like crying, his head going back to that night all those months ago in Seattle. He doesn't think he can handle another hour of screaming. David, who is oblivious to his plight, continues. "What is so fucking terrible about me that you feel the need to get away! The need to leave!"
Willy can feel his anger getting the best of him, and he's not entirely sure that it's not misplaced. It's too late anyway, he thinks. The train has already left the station.
"Is that what this is about," he sneers. "You want some closure? You come and pick me up at a bar, drunk out of my mind, so you can get some confirmation? Fuck you Pastrnak."
"What the fuck is your issue?" David says, suddenly deathly calm in a way that scares Willy a little more than the rising tempers. "If I had left you out there, who knows what could have happened. You were so fucking drunk you couldn't even walk straight. I didn't take you here to fulfill some need. I took you here because you wouldn't tell me where you were staying, and if I had left you there and something had happened, I could have never forgiven myself." David's voice cracks at the end and Willy clears his throat to try and butt in, but David continues, raising his voice as he does.
"And so what if I want some fucking closure? Do you ever think that maybe I deserve it? You just fucking left me in the middle of our vacation! I had to call your brother to make sure you weren't fucking dead in some ditch somewhere!"
Willy can feel himself shaking. "Don't you try and blame this on me, David. I did what you wanted."
David turns to him in shock. "What the fuck made you think I wanted you to leave me in the middle of fucking Seattle?"
"You fucking told me too! You told me that maybe we should end this, that it wasn't going to work out! You don't get to blame me for pulling the trigger when you were fucking screaming at me to do it!"
David looks like he could cry. He reaches out towards Willy, but Willy backs up, breathing heavily.
"You fucking told me to, David." He repeats quietly, voice wet with unshed tears. "You fucking told me to, and I did, and it's hurt every day since, but I did it. For us."
"I never wanted you to leave Willy," David says quietly, eyes wet and focused on the floor. "I wanted us to talk about it. And I didn't go about it the right way, I guess. I fucked it up bad. But I just wanted us to talk about it, and you left."
Willy is crying for real now, he realizes, hot tears running fast down his cheeks. David keeps his distance but offers out his hand. An olive branch, Willy's brain registers. He takes it, and David pulls him close, his other hand reaching up to rub up and down on Willy's back like he used to do when Willy was stressed all those months ago. Willy buries his head into David's shoulder and stays there.
"I'm sorry." He whispers.
David squeezes him a little harder. "Me too."
They stay like that for hours, Willy in David's arms. Eventually, Willy untangles himself from them when his stomach growls – a reminder of the lack of food in it. David offers breakfast again, quiet and almost insecure, and Willy accepts, despite feeling like David's hospitality is probably the last thing he needs or even deserves.
He sits in silence at the table next to the suite's kitchenette as David orders room service, and tries not to start crying again when David orders his favorite hangover meal without even asking. David joins him after hanging up the phone, sitting across from him at the table.
"We need to talk about this, Will. For real this time."
Willy nods. His heart feels like it's about to jump out of his chest, but he forces himself to stay seated. He's done enough running from everything, he thinks. Enough running from David. He looks up from his focus on the pattern of the linoleum on the table to face David. He looks a little rough, eyes red-rimmed and hair messed up, but he's still David. Still beautiful.
"I don't know what to do," David starts, letting out a long breath. "I don't know where we stand anymore Willy, I'll be honest. But I know we need to fix whatever it was that happened in Seattle. We both need closure."
Willy nods again and tries to collect his thoughts. David stares back at him, and Willy can't quite read the look in his eyes.
"I was scared," Willy settles on after a few minutes. "I don't even remember what the fight was about, but I was scared, and I just needed to get out." David keeps looking at him, almost egging him on with his eyes. Willy swallows the lump in his throat. "I guess it was easier to hurt you than to face the reality of being hurt by you. We'd been on thin ice for a while, since my contract, and I was so scared the cracks would break and I would finally fall through. So, I ran."
David reaches across the table, and Willy lets his hand drop down into David's waiting one. "I'm sorry," David says. "I shouldn't have let you feel like that. Should have kept my temper in check. Should have checked in more."
"We both did things we shouldn't have," Willy concedes, dropping his head back down to stare at the table. "You're not the only one to blame here. I was being childish. And selfish."
A knock on the door has them both looking up. David goes to open it and comes back with breakfast. Willy steals a piece of bacon off David's plate before he sits down, and David swipes his hand away, smiling.
"So what now?" Willy asks when they're about midway through the meal. David peers back at him, and munches on his bacon.
"How long are you in town for?"
"Till the twenty-sixth."
David continues to eat, deep in thought. He swallows, and Willy waits in anticipation.
"If you'd like," David starts, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "We could try again. Finish that last vacation and see what happens."
Willy's face feels like it might split into two as he grins around his last mouthful of eggs.
"I might be amicable to that," He says, light and teasing, tentative in a way he hasn't been around David in a long time. It's a good tentative though, Willy thinks. It's the tentative of a new beginning.
"Well," David smiles back at him. "How do you feel about the beach? It's no space needle, but it could work."
"I'd like that," Willy smiles. "I'd like that a lot."
They're back in Seattle, looking up at the space needle. David's hand is in his, and Willy takes his Instagram picture. David chuckles as he posts it to his story.
"The CNN tower isn't going to be happy about that."
"It's the CN tower, you bozo. And she knows she's my number one." William glances back up at the tower one last time before elbowing his boyfriend in the side. David lets out a huff, but he's laughing, so Willy isn't concerned.
They go and sit on a bench nearby, and David leans his head on Willy's shoulder. It's a soft scene, Willy thinks. Softer than it has been in a while.
"I'm glad you're here," he tells David. David hums back and snuggles into him a little more. The breeze rustles through their hair, and Willy lets himself bask in David's presence. He feels happier than he has in a long time as he leans down to place a kiss on David's head.
"I'm glad you're here," he repeats. "I'm glad we got our shit together, and I'm glad you're here and I get to love you."
David looks up at him and grins, soft and happy. "I'm glad too. More than you're ever going to know."
Willy laughs. "Good. You want ice cream?"
ah i finally finished it! it didn't quite take the direction i thought it would, which i guess is to be expected when the whole fic is the result of a month of insomnia-fueled writing, but i don't think it's too bad. hope you enjoyed, and feel free to leave kudos or comments!
also, pink skies is one of my favorite songs ever, and i highly suggest giving it a listen!
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There is something about getting out into wide open spaces that is good for your soul. Not just to recharge the batteries, but to bring a sense of space and wonder back into your life.
Recently, my husband and I took our three children on an Australian outback holiday. We drove from coast to coast, starting at the bottom of Australia, in Victoria, where we live, to the very top in Darwin. Now, Australia is one big country and we travelled over 6000 km to do this. We were lucky enough to see the Flinders Ranges, Coober Pedy, Alice Springs, Uluru, Kings Canyon, Dunmurra, Litchfield National Parks, Kakadu and Darwin. Half of the time we stayed in accommodation and the other half in a campervan.
I know what you're thinking - this just takes, "are we there yet," to a whole new level. Yes, it did. There were definitely more than a few ehm, moments, and I now have a much higher appreciation for my bathroom, but there was so much more than that.
I have decided to share the key moments in this trip, and how they impacted on me. Why? Because I do hope that it inspires some of you to get out and take an adventure in your own backyard.
I don't want to sound like a space cadet, but I do believe that looking into wide open spaces gives you a feeling of more space in your own life. Personally, this experience has left me more inspired and ready to write. I distinctively remember the moment when we left civilisation and hit the open roads, where there is nothing to see, but animals, red dirt, a bit of scrub and those skies that go on forever. I didn't realise that I was craving this, until I had this experience. It was pure joy being able to look out and not have to think, just be. It was akin to meditation.
Like most people, we live our lives indoors. At night, we scurry around after our children, cooking, talking, eating, thinking. When we go to bed, we shut up our houses, checking everything is locked. Boy, are we missing out. When you are in the outback, you get the best view in the world. And, all you have to do is look up. There, waiting for you, is another dimension, a pathway into another galaxy. We were lucky enough to do an astronomy session at Uluru on our trip, so a little knowledge, a whole lot of interest and a star tracker app on your phone, the whole family can get involved.
I did have to laugh, after so much moving around, when one of our children said, "Well, at least the Southern Cross is familiar." And, she will always know due South now at night, which is I'm sure where she wanted to head at times!
Really, for us city folk, being in the outback feels a little like you are living on the edge. You never know what might run out on the road, what the places will be like where you are staying (particularly when you hear things like, "Don't worry love, we've never turned away anyone in twenty years), or what animal you might meet in the bathroom or sometimes, your bed. I kind of like this, it adds to the thrill. More than that, it gets the whole family talking and more importantly, laughing. Wondering whether your bed will have bed bugs can actually be rather amusing (as long as there's not), and listening to dogs/ dingos howling at the full moon in Kakadu was something I will never forget.
There is nothing in the world like being an a completely untouched, ancient part of the world. It absolutely has to be one of my favourite things. To look around and see nature in its raw form feels so rare, and so, so beautiful.
We were lucky enough to witness this a few times on our trip. Being near Uluru, feelings its energy, learning its story is a gift. Just being in the wilderness at Kakadu, being its witness, is beyond words.
Australia is an old country, and its stories and heart are hidden from those who do not go out in search of it. Exploring part of this great country helped me understand where I live, and not only its recent history and the tragic actions of the first white settlers here. But, also much further back, when Aboriginal people and their land lived together in complete harmony for 50 000 plus years.
It was a time when history was told in stories. Where elders raised their children with deliberate intent for the whole being. Where knowledge, not belongings and money, was valued. Where trees were not just trees, but gave shelter, tools or knowledge about the seasons, animals and food.
Learning a little about Aboriginal history was an important and extremely interesting thing to do. It gave us an appreciation for this beautiful culture and a thirst to learn more.
Seeing some of the social issues that some Aboriginal people are facing in the transition to this new world, is heartbreaking. I am dumbfounded that this is kept quiet and is not on the lips of our politicians or being discussed in mainstream media.
There are very real issues that needs discussion, attention, empathy, healing and a new way forward that is based on respect. For me, the word respect is what matters most. It's overdue, but is at the heart of this.
For example, hoards of people still climb Uluru, an ancient and important spiritual site for Aboriginal people. It makes my blood boil. If we were asked to take our shoes off to enter a church, we would. So, why don't we respect the traditional owners of this land, and do what they ask - in their church. Enough said.
Spending time in the outback as a family has been a gift, and one that I will always cherish. Sure, spending hours in the car and small spaces was not always fun, but there was fun to be had in so many unexpected ways.
Listening to our children talk to each other (because let's face it, they had nothing else to do) and get to know each other was a highlight. We laughed together over so many silly things, and I can honestly say, that was my favourite part. We all know each other more, and we still love each other.
As my husband said, this trip will just get better with time. One of my children literally covered her eyes when she saw a campervan in the street after our trip, so I am thinking it could take her a bit longer, but seriously, these memories are the gold of childhoods - the good, the bad and the ugly.
Best family memory from trip: Doing the chicken dance as a family in Dunmurra at the (proudly displayed) 2* restaurant lost in the 70s. It was one of the funniest things we have done. How did that happen? You will have to go and find out for yourself.
So, I leave you with this.
The days are long, the years are short.
Children lay in our arms one minute, and fill the bed the next.
Wrinkle, wrinkle on the wall, who is the fairest of them all.
So, get out there and explore your own backyard, or perhaps look over the fence, and wonder what they are having for dinner. It may not sound as exciting as Paris or Rome (okay, go visit there as well), but it will give you gifts and experiences in ways you don't expect.
Don't wait. Just go. And, enjoy, all of it.


Two people from Lancashire have been charged after a climate change protest in Manchester.
A total of eight people have been charged after the protest - which blocked a route through the city for several hours yesterday.
They include two people from Lancaster, who will now face a court date.
All eight were charged with Wilful Obstruction of the Highway contrary to section 137(1) of the Highways Act 1980 including 21-year-old Pernina Jacobs, of St George's Quay, Lancaster, and 23-year-old Anna Oakes-Monger, also of St George's Quay Lancaster.
They have been bailed to appear at Manchester Magistrates Court on January 3.
A spokesman for Greater Manchester Police said: "Shortly after 3pm on Saturday, November 24, police responded after a number of people were reported to be wilfully obstructing the highway on Oxford Street, Manchester."


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"Han Solo" Film Testing Tessa Thompson, Zoe Kravtiz Among Others for Female Lead
By Anya Crittenton on	 October 5, 2016 2 - FILM NEWS, Anya Crittenton
After it took months to find the actor for young Han Solo in Phil Lord and Christopher Miller's UNTITLED HAN SOLO STAR WARS SPINOFF PROJECT (expected to formally be titled Han Solo: A Star Wars Story after the Rogue One title), which eventually went to up and comer Alden Ehrenreich, Walt Disney Studios is now testing for the female lead.
Reports say they're looking at young actors like Naomi Scott (Power Rangers), Tessa Thompson (Creed), and Zoe Kravitz (Mad Max: Fury Road), with production slated to begin in early 2017.
The search for young Lando Calrissian, one of Han's friends played by Billy Dee Williams in The Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi, is still ongoing as well. Atlanta creator and star Donald Glover is still at the top of the list and more screen tests are continuing to happen.
Given the popularity of the character, this is one of the most anticipated films in Lucasfilm's extensive slate, which sees a film from the main storyline coming out every other year (beginning with last year's The Force Awakens) and spinoff films premiering in the years between.
The film is being written by Jon and Lawrence Kasdan, with Lucasfilm president Kathleen Kennedy producing. It's set to premiere on May 25, 2018.
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Anya Crittenton | Associate Editor
This news was first reported by Variety.
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Sacrilege - Season 1 Episode 16
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Catherine faced Tito fully. "You can't want her to accept defeat, Tito. That is not the Tito I know, the Tito I know is a fighter" she mouthed. "Now, yes, Deolu might have made a stupid mistake but he loves her, he loves Laura, we all know that."
Tito rolled her eyes. "I don't know that. Besides, his feelings stopped mattering the moment he cheated on Laura"
Laura shook her head continuously, wishing she could close her ears against the voices. They were both defending her, both trying to make sense of the situation at hand but they were only making things worse. If only she knew what to do… If only there was a sensible solution to all this. If only it wasn't so painful…
She swallowed, massaging her temples with her thumb. The voices of the ladies rang in her ears until she thought she might go crazy. If only she didn't love Deolu so much, maybe the pain wouldn't be this emphasized.
The pain increased in her wrist as tension overtook her but it wouldn't rival the pain numbing her heart. Her eyes watered but she blinked back the tears. She was tired of the tears, it wasn't washing away her pain.
The voices fell silent. "Are you okay?" Tito finally said in a low tone. "I knew we shouldn't talk about this yet"
Laura exhaled deeply. "I can never be okay."
Chris ran his right fingers over his head as he held his phone to his ear with his other hand. "Mum, how many times am I gonna say this?" he said in exasperation. "I am not getting married to Barbie, simple"
"Her name is Tricia, and yes, you are getting married to her. Just so you know, she is in Nigeria already"
Chris forgot the name the second he heard it, all he could think of was ending his call. "Good for her. I have work to do mum, I've got to go"
"Don't you hang up on me, Chris"
Just then, the intercom rang. "Bye mum" without giving a second to protest, Chris hung up. He moved to the table and picked up the intercom.
"Anita is here"
He smiled. "Send her in"
Seconds later, the door pushed open and a stunning tomboyish lady bounced in. "Hey workaholic"
Chris smiled. "Hey"
Anita moved in quick strides to Chris, planting a chaste kiss on his cheek before moving to a chair. Chris grinned. "Careful with the child"
Anita smiled as she sat. She gave her swollen tummy a gentle pat. "I'm always extra careful, if for nothing but for the heavenly massages my honeypie gives me"
Chris chuckled. It had been a while he saw Anita's husband. "How's he?"
"He's so happy we're having a girl after two boys" she grinned at Chris. "But how are you?" Her smile faded. "Is something wrong?"
Chris stared at her. "No"
She rolled her eyes. "Something is always wrong whenever I find you out of your chair"
Chris had even forgotten that he was on his feet. He sighed, pushing back his seat and sitting.
"It has to be a woman" she said, looking amazed. It wasn't everyday her flirty friend got hung up over a woman. "When was the last time you got worked up over a woman"
"Don't go there" Chris growled, running his fingers over his half bald head.
"Wait, that was several years ago…" she snapped her fingers. "The night after Deolu got married"
Chris shrugged out of the chair again. He wasn't ready for this. Anita was a close friend of his, he always avoided her most times because she had a microscopic gaze. She knew so much about him. She had got married and he had giving her a bit of space, not wanting to do anything to jeopardize her happiness.
"Tell me, who is it" Anita asked grinned.
Chris shrugged, turning to look at her. She looked at him, her smile slowly slipping from her face. "No" she gasped. "You can't be serious"
"I haven't said anything"
"You don't need to." she said, standing. "It's been years, Chris"
"I know. And that's why it's so stupid that I still feel this way about her." Chris paced gently.
Anita nodded gently as she moved to stand in front of Chris. "I heard Deolu and Laura are having issues, I don't know the details, and right now, I don't care." she whispered. "So, let me guess; you think it's fate?"
Chris swallowed. He took a deep breath. "I don't know what I think"
"Let me tell you what I know. I know Laura loves Deolu, and you deserve someone who loves you and only you. I know you are sorely tempted to pursue Laura but I also know you won't because you would never betray your friend."
Chris turned away, staring out of the window. "I think you have too much faith in me, Anita."
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Christina Quarles - photograph by Elliot Orona © Christina Quarles, Courtesy Pilar Corrias Gallery, London and Regen Projects, Los Angeles
Christina Quarles - Why I Draw
The Vitamin D3-featured artist describes the great accessibility of drawing, her childhood influences and how she knows when a picture is finished
Christina Quarles is candid about how her gender, sexual and racial identity have affected her day-to-day experience of the world and guided her approach to creating art. Quarles, whose fair skin is in apparent contradiction to her Black ancestry, is frequently identified as white. She expands, in a statement on her website: "As a Queer, cis-woman, born to a Black father and a white mother, I engage with the world from a position that is multiply situated." Quarles, who studied both philosophy and studio arts, takes a conceptual approach to image-making. Her drawings and paintings are informed by the ambiguity surrounding public perception and interpretation of her physical appearance, as well as by wider questions around personal identity as manifold and fluid.
Drawing and painting coexist in Quarles's practice, and she credits her work in paint with enabling her to find a way of expressing the drawn line. Her drawings inhabit the picture plane in engaging and challenging ways, inviting the eye on circuitous and occasionally devious pathways around the image. Her drawings often spread out to the edge of the paper, sometimes dissolving out of frame to hint at the porousness between what is contained within, and without of, the image. This permeability relates to the ways in which the human body is both contained by and exceeds its outlines, its skin.
Quarles is one of over a hundred contemporary artists featured in Vitamin D3: Today's Best in Contemporary Drawing, our new, indispensable survey of contemporary drawing. We sat her down and asked her a few questions about how, why and when she draws.
Christina Quarles, Untitled (Jus' Cause), (2018) © Christina Quarles, Courtesy Pilar Corrias Gallery, London and Regen Projects, Los Angeles
Who are you and what's on your mind right now? My name is Christina Quarles. I am an artist. I mostly paint and draw in the studio, sometimes I make installations. My mind is on the pandemic, injustice, and inequality. My mind is also on my wife, our pets, our loved ones and the plants I see on my walks.
What's your special relationship with drawing and how would you describe what you do? I've been drawing longer than I've been painting. I began drawing in the margins of my notebooks as a kid. When I was eight, I studied the book Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain and learned to draw what I saw rather than what I knew. At 12, I took my first figure drawing class, and I had an extensive classical drawing education by the time I was 18. I really didn't learn how to paint until my late 20s and I was still learning many basic principles of colour and paint while I was in grad school. Even though I am largely thought of as a painter, I still see my work, be it ink on paper or paint on canvas, as being rooted in gestural drawing.
Why is there an increased interest in drawing right now? Drawing threads its way through many artist's private practices, through our notes to one another, through our doodles during lectures, in sketches for paintings or sculptures. I can't think of an artist I've met who doesn't draw. Perhaps now, as we find ourselves entering the second year of a global pandemic and many of us are forced to remain isolated, we are turning to the intimate and personal qualities that can be found in drawing.
What are the hardest things for you to get 'right'? It took me a long time to know when a piece was 'done,' I think a lot of young artists struggle with that one. But lately I've begun to realise that a piece is done when I no longer look at the piece as it's maker but instead become immersed in the piece as a viewer.
Is the immediacy of drawing part of its appeal for you? Oh, for sure. Drawing, for me, is really related to the thought process. Maybe it's because I draw in the same scale and manner in which I write, but whenever I am drawing, I feel like there is a link from my brain to my hand. Painting can be very physical, and it is something you build upon which, to me, places it in the realm of time and space. But drawing feels uniquely connected to the mind and I maintain a drawing practice to have this direct access to a flow of thought.
Christina Quarles, Untitled (Shallow Ground), 2018 © Christina Quarles, Courtesy Pilar Corrias Gallery, London and Regen Projects, Los Angeles
Can you explain the difference between drawing as a child, something we can all relate to, and drawing as an artist - something most of us cannot? As a child we draw without inhibition, we solve the problems of visual representation with ease. Children are not yet bogged down by pressure of getting something 'right' (as you put it earlier), they can still be immersed by inventive play through drawing. As soon as we become aware that something is supposed to be a certain way, we become marred by perfecting the technical aspects. Many people become discouraged, frustrated, or simply just bored by this stage. An artist is someone who puts in the hours of practice necessary to master technique.
Christina Quarles, Untitled (Together, We'll Weather), 2018 © Christina Quarles, Courtesy Pilar Corrias Gallery, London and Regen Projects, Los Angeles
What do most people overlook when they attempt to 'assess' drawing? I think that there is still a lingering bias against drawing being able to hold up against other forms of artistic expression. Ironically, this bias may stem from what I find to be drawing's greatest strength: its accessibility. Drawing does not require a ton of material costs, it doesn't need a lot of set up or space, you don't necessarily create a huge mess, and you can get away without access to a sink or a fancy ventilation system. All of this contributes to the sense of freedom you can feel when drawing, the feeling of being uninhibited as you create.
When do you draw and what sort of physical, spiritual, mental or geographical place do you have to be in generally for it to work? I draw when I'm bored, I draw while I'm doing something else, I draw to concentrate, I draw to listen. I draw when I'm away from my studio, I draw when I'm traveling. I draw when I don't have a lot of time. I draw when I have all afternoon.
You can see more of Christina Quarles' work at Regen Projects in Los Angeles, and Pilar Corrias in London, as well as on her instagram @rcequarles. Meanwhile, Vitamin D3: Today's Best in Contemporary Drawing featuring over 100 artists including: Tania Kovats, Rashid Johnson, Rebecca Salter, Toyin Ojih Odutola, Deanna Petherbridge, Nathaniel Mary Quinn, Robert Crumb, and Emma Talbot is available now. We'll be running more interviews with artists featured in the book in the coming weeks.
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Phaidon's 'Vitamin' series has long proved an extraordinarily accurate predictor of tomorrow's stars. This latest instalment is a cutting-edge and indispensable survey of the very best of contemporary drawing, as chosen by a panel of the world's leading art experts
Over the past 50 years, drawing has been elevated from a supporting role to a primary medium, ranking alongside painting as a central art form. Since Phaidon's publication of the first such surveys (Vitamin D in 2005 and D2 in 2013), contemporary artists have continued to explore drawing's possibilities – from intimate to large-scale works, in a diversity of mark-making processes and materials. Vitamin D3 showcases more than 100 such artists, as nominated by a global panel of more than 70 international art experts.
The more than 70 nominators include such iconic figures as: Iwona Blazwick, Louisa Buck, Mark Coetzee, Thelma Golden, Laura Hoptman, Geeta Kapur, Pablo León de la Barra, Christine Macel, Kate Macfarlane, Hans Ulrich Obrist, and Zoe Whitley.
The more than 100 selected artists include: Miriam Cahn, Robert Crumb, Tom Friedman, Tania Kovats, Claudette Johnson, Rashid Johnson, Otobong Nkanga, Toyin Ojih Odutola, Deanna Petherbridge, Christina Quarles, Qiu Zhijie, Nathaniel Mary Quinn, Wael Shawky, Emma Talbot, and Johanna Unzueta.
Conceived and edited by Phaidon Editors. Phaidon Editors are grounded in both academic and professional expertise in a diverse range of subjects including art, architecture, cookery, and design. Working with a broad and diverse panel of contributors from around the world, Phaidon Editors have created many of Phaidon's classic publications, including 30,000 Years of Art, The Fashion Book, The Gardener's Garden, and the Atlas of Brutalist Architecture.
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"[Vitamin D3] showcases the best of modern drawing." - i paper
"The series continues to demonstrate the unique scope of medium - not necessarily as yet another exercise in disciplinary definition, but instead through the efficacy and diversity of mark making." - Burlington Contemporary
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Architect Daniel Libeskind, who has been awarded the commission to design a new Imperial War Museum in Manchester, England, has been attracting controversy for some time. His Jewish Museum in Berlin, Germany, will open on time and within budget in 1998, but has been the subject of widespread criticism. He has also found it hard to convince people that his design for the Boilerhouse extension to the Victoria and Albert Museum in London, England, will be successful. He has had to show great commitment to overcome the opposition which his designs have encountered.
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Publisher: Financial Times Ltd.
Publication Name: The Independent
Subject: Retail industry
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The new National Museum of Scotland, which is nearing completion in Edinburgh, Scotland, will contain more than 10,000 everyday household items from throughout Scottish history. Designed by architect Gordon Benson of Benson and Forsyth, the building blends in completely with Edinburgh's old town. Some elements of the design reflect the city's medieval castle, and other elements reflect Benson's desire to respect 18th and 19th century urban planning. The displays will be simple and direct, thus allowing visitors to experience the architecture too.
A design fit for a queen
The new River and Rowing museum in Henley, England, designed by architect David Chipperfield, will become a landmark in a town where change takes place only very slowly. The shape of the museum has been inspired by boats, with which the town is closely associated, particularly through the annual regatta. The building shows recognition of its historic site, but also contains modern elements and humour. In particular, its watery luminous light reflects the Thames.
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Q: Validate a form to ensure atleast one radio button is checked in a group I am making a form with radio buttons in it. I am able to validate all other input except radio button. I got a accepted solution for this in this site
Using JQuery to check if no radio button in a group has been checked
but this is not working for me
http://jsfiddle.net/ghan_123/trr185L2/2/
my code
<input type='radio' name='datetime' value='1'>1
<input type='radio' name='datetime' value='2'>2
<input type='radio' name='datetime' value='3'>3
<input type='radio' name='datetime' value='4'>4
<input type='radio' name='datetime' value='5'>5
<br><button id='buttonnew'>validate</button>

jquery
$(document).ready(function(){
    $("#buttonnew").click(function(){

        var selection=document.querySelector('input[name="datetime"]:checked').value;
    // my method
if(selection=='')
        {
            alert('please select a value');
        }
        else
        {
            alert('your selected value is '+selection);
        }
// end my method

        //  other method ( given in this site link above)

  if (!$("input[name='datetime']:checked").val()) {
   alert('Nothing is checked!');
}
else {
  alert('One of the radio buttons is checked!');
}
       // end other method

    });
});

when nothing is checked no alert message appears.
else both give alert message on select one of these.

A: Try this one. I think you want something like this.
$(document).ready(function(){
    $("#buttonnew").click(function(){

        var chek=document.querySelector('input[name="datetime"]:checked');
        if(chek!=null){
        var selection=document.querySelector('input[name="datetime"]:checked').value;
        console.log(selection);
    // my method
if(selection=='')
        {
            alert('please select a time slot');
        }
        else
        {
            alert('your selected value is '+selection);
        }
        }
// end my mehod

        //  other method
  if (!$("input[name='datetime']:checked").val()) {
   alert('Nothing is checked!');
}
else {
  alert('One of the radio buttons is checked!');
}
       // end other method

    });
});

jsfiddle example: http://jsfiddle.net/ghan_123/trr185L2/2/

A: The problem here was you were trying to get value of radio button when none was checked and it used to you error on console. So first you need to check whether anything is checked and if yes then assign the value else assign empty value as below:
DEMO
$(document).ready(function(){
    $("#buttonnew").click(function(){
        var selection=document.querySelector('input[name="datetime"]:checked')!=null?
                      document.querySelector('input[name="datetime"]:checked').value:"";
        //Conditional operator
       if(selection!='')
        {
            alert('your selected value is '+selection);
        }
        else
        {
            alert('please select a time slot');
        }
    });
});

A: Simply use this solution :
$(document).ready(function () {
 $("#buttonnew").click(function () {
    // variable for increament value
    var inc = 0;
    // loop over all of radio button
    $('[name="datetime"]').each(function () {
        // if any of radio button was checked
        // then increase inc variable to one value
        if ($(this).is(':checked')) inc++;
    });
    // if variable stay with 0 value
    // so, we know that no radio button was clicked
    if (inc == 0) {
        alert('Please check one');
        return;
    }

    // continue your another action
 });
});

DEMO

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Now that Avengers: Infinity War has been released digitally, directors Joe and Anthony Russo have used the commentary track to expand upon the creative choices made in the film. While offering their perspective on the story, the Russos revealed why the Hulk was so reluctant to resurface and expanded upon the physical price Thanos had to pay at the end of the movie. In today's Nerdist News, we're looking at the Russo's official explanation about Spider-Man's final Infinity War scene and how it came about.
Join host and the Black Order's last surviving member Jessica Chobot as she takes us back to the emotional sequence in which Thanos dusted half of the universe with a snap of his Infinity Gauntlet. Almost every hero who fell victim to the Snappening turned to dust within a matter of seconds. But not Spider-Man. Aunt May's favorite nephew managed to hold on for almost half a minute before succumbing.
During the commentary, Joe Russo indicated the scene was originally much shorter. However, it was expanded to pull more emotions out of Tom Holland's performance (he improvised in the scene). It had been previously suggested that Spider-Man's spider sense and his powers helped him temporarily fight off his demise. The Russos confirmed that theory and added Peter Parker's child-like reaction and refusal to simply accept his fate also played a part.
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