Nothing Lasts Forever

Shortly before Christmas, the Casablanca Restaurant in Harvard Square closed down, after being in business since 1955. I hadn’t been there in years but my first real job in Boston was as a graphic designer for a repertory film promotion company called Pollack and Thornhill. Thornhill was a character from North by Northwest. Pollack was JD, my colorful neurotic boss who taught me how to drink at lunch then go back to work in the afternoon. He chain-smoked in the office and I still have one of his old ugly ashtrays. He pretty much lived at the Casablanca bar until they shut him down for not paying his tab.

JD ran the Brattle Theatre, a quirky space near to the hearts of cinephiles since it turned Casablanca into a cult film in the 1950s. They were one of the many movie houses we promoted. Other theaters included The Orson Welles, The Nickelodeon and the Somerville Theater. The pay wasn’t great, but I had all the movies I could eat and I worked in Harvard Square as a designer, not bad for a 22 year old. This was the pre-digital era of graphic design. My tools were a sharp Xacto knife, an IBM Selectric and a Stat camera. I mostly created display ads for the local newspapers; The Boston Globe, The Herald, and of course, the Boston Phoenix, the indie paper.

Pollack and Thornhill, in debt and hounded by creditors, laid everyone off right before Christmas, 1983. I faced 1984 unemployed and uninsured, which seemed starkly Orwellian at the time. I began freelancing and found steady work at Fidelity Investments. Perhaps the repertory film business was in trouble but business was booming in the stock market.  I also put in time at the Boston Phoenix, working a night shift creating display ads. Meanwhile, re-born as Brattle Hall Associates, programming at the art house continued and I continued designing  for them and for the Janus Cinema, another small screen in Harvard Square they bought and renovated. Eventually, debt reared its ugly head again and the Brattle changed hands. This time, the employees took over and stopped trying to run a scrappy film rep company on caviar dreams and second-hand smoke.

Brattle Theatre 100th Anniversary BookletRunning Arts, created by Connie White and Marianne Lampke was founded in 1986. They steered the theatre through its financial maelstroms, its 100 anniversary, and restored its place as a great rep house. They also programmed indie performances, such as a Spaulding Grey residency. I continued to be their designer. When I eventually moved on to CVG and other publishing companies, I still created the Brattle flyer every two months. When I started Working Media, we brought them in as a client. Sometime around 1998 or so, ready to exchange graphic design for grad school, I handed off my designs and image archives to Ned Hinkle, who was working for Running Arts and eventually took over the Brattle in 2001. He, with Ivy Moynahan, still runs it today as a non-profit organization, the Brattle Film Foundation. (They recently raised money to install a digital projector.)

I was thinking about the Casablanca, and the Brattle Theatre, because the Boston Phoenix stopped publishing abruptly, two weeks ago. While its easy to be cynical about what a rag the Phoenix had become, it still was an important independent voice and it will be missed. For me, the Phoenix and the Brattle are intrinsically intertwined. They consumed part of me when I was young but thought I was old. I was a small part of their big thing.  And, it occurred to me that I haven’t been to the Brattle in too long. I have my excuses. Like many people, I watch most of my movies at home. However, I better get my butt into one of their seats soon – because it’s great to see a film on a real screen with other people, the programming is as imaginative as ever, the concession stand still puts real butter on your popcorn, the balcony’s open, and nothing lasts forever.

Running Up That Hill

I’ve been walking through the Tufts campus near my home – for the exercise but also because the pay off is so worth it. Tufts is built in a hilly area that straddles Medford and Somerville. Once at the summit, you can walk out onto the roof of the library and be greeted with an expansive view of the Boston and Cambridge skylines, some of the biggest sky to be found in the area.

Normally, the winters in Massachusetts are quite cold and snowy but this year, despite an early snowfall at Halloween and a few isolated show showers, winter never really arrived. Tufts Hill is also the prime sledding hill for the neighborhood. Bales of protective hay carefully placed in front of each large tree by the ever-busy Tufts maintenance crews just served as a reminder of how unusual this winter was.

The The Tisch Library rooftop garden and open lecture space is called Alex’s Place, named for a student who committed suicide in 2003. It is not an accident that the views from there are soul renewing and awe inspiring. The plantings and structures are simple and manage, at least in my opinion, to deftly tie this special place to the original brutal architecture of the library in an understated but perfectly conceived way.

Most of these images were just taken with my phone. I did bring along my new Nikon a few times. As this mild winter turns to spring, I will continue to trek up that hill and capture the changes. Maybe next year I’ll get to sled down.

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Rice Cookers and the Apocalypse

Roger Ebert uses new media well (he’s a voracious Twitterer) and always has something interesting to say, even if he can come off a bit curmudgeonly. He’s certainly earned that right. We both share a hatred for 3D movies and a love for Beyond the Valley of the Dolls

Roger Ebert on Rice Pot cooking and the apocalypse:
More Thoughts from Roger Ebert

… In the case of a truly grim situation, like months in a bomb shelter, I would lay in: bags of brown rice; dried onions, garlic and other vegetables; dried raisins; prunes and other fruits; TVP (textured vegetable protein); bottles of soy sauce, hot sauce or Tabasco, Thai red sauce, anything like Saigon Sizzle Sauce; and dried meats or fish. You’re going to have a problem with vitamins C and D, and in this dire situation vitamin pills may be the best survival technique. Also a chess set, a deck of cards and an extremely well-loaded iPad or Kindle. I’m assuming you have electrical power, at least from a generator, or else your rice cooker won’t work very well.

How much are your memories worth?

I’m not much of a blogger but I cherish my memories and experiences, and, like many people enjoy sharing and preserving mementos of things I’ve done and places I’ve been. The internet has seemed a possible repository for scans of these tid-bits of life so I was naturally drawn to wikis, cms engines and weblogs. I’ve tried out most popular social sharing sites, but it wasn’t until I reluctantly signed up for Facebook, that I felt I was using a site that could aggregate my memories and experiences to the audience who actually cared while hiding them from Google’s roving bots if I chose to. There was an immediacy and ease to it that made me want to jump on board where earlier social tools had failed. Since reluctantly signing up in April 2009,  I have visited it almost everyday and have posted many images while my site, and some of the other sites I manage, lay un-touched, unvisited and unloved. No matter how many times I changed the skin, I’d never get around to wanting to keep up with the content. Continue reading

new site soon

Yah, long time, no post. Had a busy summer and fell off the old bloggin’ wagon. Realistically, since I am my audience, and this process was not working for me in its current condition, I decided to take a break from it. Haven’t been doing too much here except clearing out the spam. I’ve been spending more time at my other sites and have gotten pickier about my links too. But, I will be back at this with a new look this fall. I realized that the more I wrote here, the less useful I found it. Just another unfocused blog.


Well, I had my first major crash with the Panther OS X last night. It was related to Suitcase X1 which, despite being the “patched” version, does not play well with Panther and, once it failed, wouldn’t even allow me to force quit and move on. After a few reboots I at least managed to delete it. I then upgraded to 10.3.4, (from 10.3.3) but not sure what sort of enhancements/fixes it is supposed to take care of. So, sans suitcase, I’m back.

Had a major migraine last week, too. God I’m sick of ’em. Margaret Cho discusses her migraines, and a lot of other interesting things, at her blog. Unfortunately, it’s difficult to hard-link to individual posts (not impossible, but all sense of location and formatting are lost when you do). But her blog is one I go back to. It’s a diary in the classic sense of her writing for herself, to make sense of her world, remember the people in her life, sound off about whatever she wants. I do feel that she writes for herself. We can just read along if we want to.

Thanks to James Joyce’s Ulysses: One Page Every Day creator Jason, I now have a Gmail account. Thanks Jason!

Go ahead, talk to me: elramsay at gmail.

Now, just what am I to do with it? I use IMAP for email and tend to leave messages on the server well, forever. So, for certain kinds of communication, say, when I want to keep a whole dialog organized, I can keep it all organized without having to archive it offline. Also, for sending around those mp3s and images, yeah! It also gives me a new public address to use when commenting at other sites and blogs. I recently gave up an address I’d had since 1995. It had become nothing but a spam magnet (and a place for crazies to track me down at!) so I finally deleted it and all the messages still languishing at the server. Ah, I felt the Internet get just a wee bit lighter.

While were here, lets turn a card and see…
Do the washing up
I guess that’s what I did with this system last night.

weekend catch

Been stepping up the additions of my delicious links (although it seems my feeds are back, no thanks to me, I couldn’t se any obvious reason why they stopped working) since I’m busy researching all sorts of things for my Digital Art: Using New Media in the Art Classroom course. This weekend was a little slow.

Integrating with PHP and Magpie
Principia Cybernetica Web
“aims to develop a complete philosophy or “world-view”, based on the principles of evolutionary cybernetics, and supported by collaborative computer technologies.”
Metaphors We Compute By
lecture notes by John M. Lawler (1999) Conceptions and misconceptions of the interface
John Kerry Weblog
includes a huge list of other blogs and resources
Visual Collections
images of art history and culture
why? just because.


This is Neville, he just turned 21. When he was born there was no Macintosh, no CDs, no DVDs, the WWW had yet to be invented and exploited, Reagan was president. Neville’s Mom, Tefnut, was my roomate Julie’s cat. We threw her out on the porch when she was in heat because we really wanted kittens. I know, shame on us. But they all got good homes. We tried to give Neville away too, but he kept coming back. Right now he’s on his last legs, kidney’s going, crippling arthritis… He’s used up all his lives, but he hangs in there and we hang in there with him. Happy Birthday old boy.

June 5th is my brother Matt’s 40th. He’s not in any mood to celebrate it…

I’ve been away and haven’t been up to writing here. I found myself back in Baltimore (my hometown) taking care of family issues and only occasionally with resonable Internet access. Mostly, I took a break from the virtual life. I did manage to do some maitainence on AEContent but, not much more than that. Anyway, I didn’t feel right writing about what I was dealing with.

So, long time, little post. But, it’s ok. This blog is primarily for me (at least in this incarnation). It’s obvious that I need a focus to this writing and rework the site. Then, watch out blogosphere. Har, just kidding!