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Eyebeam Atelier
45 Main Street, 12th
Floor
Brooklyn,
NY
(718)
222-3982
The
Eyebeam site
A central aspect
of Eyebeam’s mission is “to initiate, present, support, and
preserve artworks created with computers and other digital
equipment.” Happily, they put their resources where their
bytes are, with exhibitions, educational programs, and
artist-in-residence programs. Cutting edge technologies in the
service of art? Putting the means of (creative) production in
the hands of the people? Sounds pretty subversive to us. Where
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Madagascar Institute
127 Butler
Street
(between Nevins and Bond)
Brooklyn, NY
website
Brooklyn’s
own fire-breathing, metal-working, non-profit art shop. The
place operates like an art collective, with a focus on metal
sculpture, machine art, and street performance. Hey, who can
forget 2001’s sweet, family-friendly “DUMBO Drive-By Arting,”
featuring a big flame-throwing GMC pick-up with a scary clown
head mounted to the cab, rolling through the streets, belching
hellfire? If that sounds at least a little bit like something
from the Bay Area, a la the mighty Survival Research
Laboratories—well, fine. But this is Brooklyn. And don’t
forget it. (Yeah, you can join. Call ’em up. Just expect some
agit-attitude. You know how welders and guerilla street
performers can get.) | |
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Cathedral of St. John the
Divine
112th and Amsterdam,
NYC
(212)
316-7540
The
SJD website
It’s the largest
cathedral in the world—and maybe the friendliest. It’s an
international icon—and an integral part of its neighborhood.
It’s one of New York’s most sacred sites—and a place where
elephants sometimes poop on the floor. St. John the Divine is,
simply, one of the world’s great treasures. With all it
offers—mind-boggling craftsmanship; the annual Blessing of the
Animals (see “elephants,” above); an active role in the
community; and even a sense of almost self-mocking fun
(stained glass windows depicting sports, like baseball,
bowling, and hockey)—now’s the time for a visit. It’ll do you
good. | |
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Holga Mania
Image galleries
Funny
how inspiring a poorly constructed gizmo can be. Take the
Holga, a plastic camera that would strike most people as more
toy than artist’s tool; but to lots of people it’s an adored,
poeticized, inexpensive point-and-click wonder. Cheap
construction—light leaks in at the seams; the lens itself is
plastic; the shutter works on a dinky little spring—is exactly
its appeal. One never knows quite how a Holga picture is going
to turn out. Double exposures, weird borders, and freakish
floating globes of light around subject’s heads are just a few
of the surprises awaiting the shooter. Happily, the Web has
its share of image
galleries. Say ’cheese’! | |
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Ghost Tour of
Philadelphia
5th and Chestnut
streets
(next to Independence Hall)
Philadelphia, PA
(215)
413-1997
The
tour website
Now, there’s
no reason to be scared. After all, you don’t even
believe in ghosts. Right? So, where’s the harm in
taking an hour-and-a-quarter candlelight walking tour of
“America’s most haunted city”? Hey, it could be a real hoot
for a rational, spirit-debunking soul like you. Plunk down the
twelve bucks (six for your brave little
squeakers)—reservations are required—and laugh at that
sighting of Ben Franklin last week at Faneuil Hall. After all,
you’re too old for that sort of story to give you the creeps,
aren’t you? Sure you are. | |
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