Sherlock Series 3 Episode1: The Empty Hearse

The thing was that I really enjoyed it and I decided to wait a bit before writing a review because I wanted to let it sink in. I wasn’t going to tell everybody about it right while I was thick in the excitement and all. I would have told you all that it was the best thing I had ever seen, and at the moment, it felt like it was! I loved it though, and even after letting all that wear off, I feel like I can still justly call it a great episode. Not without flaws, of course, ‘cause nothing ever really is; I was just expecting a lot, and I’ll tell you that other than one small thing this episode actually delivered more than I expected. It felt like I ordered a pizza and they forgot to give me extra packets of cheese, but that’s okay because they gave me a box of delicious buffalo wings. But what I mean by that is that there was really just one thing I wanted to see that I didn’t and that was a much more intense reintroduction for Sherlock. I felt that it all just happened to quick (which I get, you know, since they still had to fit in a crap-load of other interesting things including the introduction of the next overarching plot of this season). By quick I mean that Watson seemed to accept the fact that he’s alive quite easily, and forgive him quicker than I had expected. I was still left throughout with a nagging feeling at just how much more intense Watson’s emotions could have been for a longer period.

But did that ruin the episode for me?—absolutely not! That was merely a minor thought in the back of my subconscious that I felt forced to dig out because this is a review after all and I just never feel comfortable saying that something flawless exists, because it doesn’t (unless this completely contradicts a belief of yours, then it does but not outside whatever that is to you) and I just needed to say something negative about the show to clear my conscience. So that being said, this episode did exactly what it was meant to do and I’ll tell you that it didn’t just do what it was meant to do but it it did more! They didn’t just give me buffalo wings but they gave me an 18 piece box and some cinnamon sticks because they do that now, and it was delicious! What’s amazing about it is that none of it completely fills you! They promise you more and they tell me that the next box of chicken wings will not only be better and more fun, but on special, because we love you and care about you, etc. The story was just fun because it was simple enough and full of some of the funniest moments I’ve ever experienced! I didn’t know Benedict Cumberbatch was so good at comedy and I didn’t think Martin Freeman could rock a mustache! I love Watson’s wife too. I think I fell in love with Amanda Abbington here as well and will certainly be looking into her filmography. It was intense and fed me a lot without making me vomit, but rather left space for more. It was nothing but a great episode that left me hungry for more, but at least they’ll be bringing me more buffalo wings soon. 


continues through Jan 12:

Totally Gay for Sports
 curated by Paul Brainard
The Lodge Gallery, 131 Chrystie St., NYC

“Tired of seeing shows on the Lower East Side that look like bank lobbies? me too.” says Paul Brainard, the artist/curator behind this refreshingly original exhibition.

“It was very important to me personally to organize a show that dealt with issues of homophobia and the unfortunate cult of sports personality. I think that sports culture is one of the last areas of extreme homophobia and this was part of my impetus to organize a show that would deal with some of these issues. It was also important how the show would be perceived by the gay community and thus far we have only had a positive response. It has been very interesting for me to see the show deal with questions of sexuality, homosexuality and gender from many different perspectives.”

Artists: Paul Brainard, Chris Caccamise, Peter Daverington, TM Davy, Franklin Evans, Evie Falci, Dawn Frasch, Duncan Hannah, Kurt Kauper, Hyun Jin Alex Park, Jean Pierre Roy, Tom Sanford, Lane Twitchell, Eric White, Barnaby Whitfield, Kelli Williams



"I had no proof that I had the stuff to be an artist, though I hungered to be one."

Happy birthday, Patti. And thank you for teaching us how to trust in our instincts, always.


Amé Bourdon. Nouvelles Tables Anatomiques.

Amé Bourdon was born in Cambrai, France, in 1636 or 1638, the son of an engineer in the service of the Spanish crown. Having studied science extensively, he decided to attend the university in Douai at the age of 37. He practiced as a physician in Cambrai for much of his life, and died on December 21, 1706. Little else is known of him.

In 1678, Amé Bourdon published his double folio anatomical plates, Nouvelles tables anatomiques, most likely through the assistance of his patron Jacques Theodore de Brias, archevêque de Cambrai. The work consists of 16 individual plates, several of which can be combined to form complete human figures. The plates, which were drawn by Bourdon himself, were created using the etching needle and the burin on copperplate and are signed by the engraver Daniel Le Bossu (fl. 1671-1678). Some copies were hand colored and possibly illuminated by the publisher, as the title page (plate [2]) and the entry for the work in the catalog of the Bibliothèque nationale de France state.

Teddy Has An Operation by Ze Frank.

This man, I think, is the greatest artist of our time. There is always an artist out there that defines a period and an art movement and that is currently Ze Frank. I find it hard to believe that I hadn’t heard of him until a few months ago, and I feel that it’s because he’s not getting enough exposure as an artists. He’s fantastic and creative beyond anything I could ever imagine. There’s humor and meaning behind every one of his videos and there’s also so much humanity in there too; a sense of wonder and fun that I wish I had. This video embodies this best and I couldn’t help but be moved by it, and even a bit disturbed. Still can’t figure out which..