To celebrate CCTV day on Sept 22, 2010, Cambridge Community Television will be videotaping in Harvard, Porter and Lechmere Squares, then showing the results on TV that evening.
Tag: Anita M. Harris
Whale of an Exhibit at Williams College Museum
I love the Williams College Museum of Art. Yesterday, Sara and I drove over from Albany–and found one wonderful surprise after another.
In and Out: Chakaia Booker–untiring at the DeCordova
At first, I was put off by Booker’s big black rubber sculptures–but once I understood more about them, was mesmerized by the beauty of their patterns, and the messages they convey.
Health gizmos for non-geeks: new monitoring devices for staying well
I was blown away when I heard about pill bottle caps that will tell you (or your doctor or your caretakers) if you’ve forgotten to take your meds…a kazoo that measures the chemistry of the air from your lungs…and a telephone that can assess whether you’re depressed–from the tones of your voice. Remote health monitoring gizmos are not for the future: they are now!
Televised Panel on Web & Civic Engagement to include New Cambridge Observer
I’m pleased to be speaking about New Cambridge Observer on a panel presented by Cambridge Community Television–and televised on Boston’s Channel Ten on April 13 at 6:30 pm!
ICA’s “Roni Horn AKA Roni Horn” a Must See AKA Must See
Not only is each work beautiful and provocative in itself–but the Roni Horn show as a whole, which integrates a multitude of media and art forms, brilliantly encorporates the artist’s multiple talents and her understanding, and our own.
Malanga “Souls” Photo Exhibit Opens at Menard
Each photo was snapped at a moment of seeming profound interpersonal understanding, of relationship, of trust between photographer and subject. Those those moments are shared with/experienced by the viewer.
Eeek Mice #5
Last night, I got back from an art opening, turned on the kitchen light and a mouse (I hope) the size of my loafer ran across the counter top, dropped to the floor, continued across the room and disappeared under the stove.
I screamed (no meek “eek,” this time).
