I Love Lamp: This Guy Loves Lamp Too

Yeah, I love lamp. But so does my friend Adam who loves lamp so much he made his own uber cool industrial chic chandelier. Check this OUT:

And you know how extra  cool Adam is? He wrote out a full shopping list and set of DIY directions just for you! GO MAKE THAT LAMP.

SUPPLIES:

-250-foot spool of 18-gauge twisted-pair rayon-covered wire x1 (I only needed about 110 feet, but buying 250 feet was cheaper than per-foot prices of $1.50 or $2/foot)

-Wire staples x15 (I bought a 100-pack, but only used about 10-15)

-Small metal box x1 (for all the wire connections)

-Bigger metal box x1 (for the dimmer switch)

-Dimmer Switch x1

-White keyless porcelain bulb socket x5

-Edison bulb x5

-Wire nuts x15 (I think I used about 10-15 of the whole set. they need to be small to fit in the small metal box)

-Rubber Grommets x8 (the ones I used had a 1/4" inside hole and needed a 3/8" hole in the box)

-Drywall screws x2 (to mount dimmer box to wall, may change depending on your wall type)

-Outlet box/switch face plate screws to mount dimmer to metal box (may come with your dimmer switch; I used an old dimmer so went and bought two screws and two nuts)

-Plug

TOOLS:

-Drill

-Drill bits for metal (usual sizes, including 3/8" bit. This set has 'em all)

-Hammer

-Pencil (for marking walls)

-Tape measure

-Lighter (or electrical tape; the cut ends of the rayon on the wire need to be secured either by bits of tape or a REALLY quick pass of a lighter--you don't want to melt the wire's actual insulation)

-Wire cutter

-Wire stripper

-Xacto knife (useful for slicing the rayon covering off the wire without hurting the insulation beneath)

HOW DO MAKE IT:

1) Figure out how you want your light fixture to look. Figure out what it's going to hang over, how the wires will be spaced from the ceiling, and how far down. Figure out where the outlet is, where the dimmer will be mounted, and then figure out the following wire lengths:

-plug to small metal box (where all the wires meet and connect)

-small metal box to dimmer box

-small metal box to each lightbulb

Add some extra to the length of each piece of wire that runs from metal box to lightbulb--I added a little over a foot on each. This is important because it leaves room for error and makes the project more flexible. Want to move your table out from the wall another foot? Awesome, just move the wire staples and you have the slack for it.

2) Cut--and label!--each piece of wire. Measure twice, cut once.

3) Strip the rayon off of the last ~inch of each end of all of the wires. The ends that go into the bulb sockets should be more like 1/2" stripped.

4) use electrical tape in little pieces or a quick pass of the lighter to melt the rayon to keep the rayon wrapping from fraying. It's important not to harm the insulating rubber beneath the rayon. The rayon is purely decorative, and doesn't act as an insulator here.

5) mount light sockets to the 5 wires you've cut for this purpose. if you're putting any shades on the lights or anything of any weight, then you'll need additional strain relievers) 

6) mount plug to end of plug wire

Sidebar: this is where it's useful to know an electrician or have a father who knows how to do this stuff. it's important that the right wire goes in the right places, and that your wire, dimmer, and sockets can take the load of the lightbulbs. in my case, I have 5 40-watt bulbs, or 200 watts total. 18-gauge wire is fine for this, and my dimmer is rated at 600 watts. You also have to pay attention to which wire is which. white=neutral and black=hot. in general, the narrow plug prong aligns with the "hot" (black) wire, the middle/end contact in the light sockets should also have the "hot" wire, and the dimmer should go on the hot side of the circuit. don't make this project unless you know what you're doing here, and I'm not really implying thatI know what I'm doing here, either

7) starting from the desired positioning of the light bulbs over your table or whatever, measure out where to put the wire staples to hang the bulbs. mark your ceiling for them and then hang the heck out of those wires. it's important to start from where you want the lights to be and work backwards towards the box because who really cares where the wires end on the plug side? you want the light bulbs to be where they're supposed to be!

8 ) once the light sockets are hung where they're supposed to be (the interwebs recommend 28-34" above your table in a dining setting), run the wire--using the wire staples+hammer as necessary--towards where you plan to have your small metal junction box.

9) drill 7x3/8" holes into your small metal box, 1x3/8" hole in your large metal dimmer box, 2 holes for your drywall screws in the back of the dimmer box (to mount it to the wall), and 3 holes on the lid of your dimmer box for the dimmer (one big one for the dimmer shaft itself and two smaller ones that align with the holes on the dimmer to attach the dimmer itself to the box lid)

10) put grommets in all of the 3/8" holes

11) Assemble dimmer and box: attach dimmer to dimmer box cover, attach dimmer to wire you've cut for that purpose (threaded through the grommet), attach dimmer box to wall, attach box cover (with dimmer attached) to the box, put the knob on the dimmer.

12) run dimmer wire to small metal junction box

13) connect everything. DO NOT plug the whole thing in until you're done. this is where I'm going to be purposely vague--you shouldn't do this project if you don't know how to connect everything in the small metal box. make sure you run wires through the rubber grommets so the metal edges of the holes don't hurt the wires.

14) once you've double-checked that all of the wire connections are secured, that no bare wire is showing, etc, close up the wire junction box, leave it out of the way on the floor or attach it to the wall (your choice! mine is on the floor under the table).

15) screw in the lightbulbs (how many people does it take?)

16) make sure the dimmer is off, and plug that baby in. if there's no smoke/no circuit breakers have tripped, you're almost there. turn that baby on! 

17) if there's still no smoke or tripped breakers, then clean up and enjoy your new lights!

Who is this DIY monster, right? He's the second from the left. Shake his hand if he ever passes you by somewhere on the streets of Oakland. Then get him to come over to your house and make industrial chandeliers til the cows come home.
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A Hilarious and Cringe Worthy Redesign

Being married to a Redskins fan, I think I've heard more than the average New Yorker about the controversy around the team name. Unsurprisingly, lots of people find it racist. Just as unsurprisingly, there are other people who are like, "What? What's the matter? It's totally cool to name a football team after a racial slur!" So when I came across this redo of several other teams' logos I had to laugh:

Then last night my pal Ruta alerted me to this article about how they FINALLY changed the name:

Phew!

I Love Lamp: Upstate

In case it isn't glaringly obvious, I've become rather obsessed with what we NYC-ers call "Upstate", aka anything in the state of New York that's not where we live, aka "the country".  And all my favorite publications have apparently been conspiring to further feed my obsession. Last weekend I was moaning with jealousy over these guys' 1800s farm house:

And while I think I'll be a happier person if I never have to see another Tolix bar stool again, I was unduly excited by the Design*Sponge sneak peek of this place in the Catskills:

I'm ready to move in.

By the way, this home is owned by one of The Graham & Co.'s designers. Steven and I stayed there again recently, and looking at the decor, it's a pretty obvious match:

First farm house photos via NY Times, Catskills photos via Design*Sponge.

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Monoculture, That's The Word I Was Looking For

The Gothamist ran this question and answer about gentrification and it's SO GOOD.

The Question:

Dear Native New Yorker,

I live in Hamilton Heights in West Harlem. Recently, a number of bars and restaurants have been opening that don't exactly cater toward the traditional residents of the area. They have that "hipster Williamsburg" or even "Village" vibe to them: Delicious craft beers, swanky cocktails and gourmet entrees. Near these places developers are snatching up properties and building barely-affordable door-man condos and chains such as Starbucks.

To be honest, I welcome these developments. I think it's good to have some economic vitality and choice in a neighborhood. I wonder, though, if as a white man from Minnesota if I'm not just another cog in the wheel of gentrification in Manhattan and elsewhere in the City? Is it wrong to celebrate gentrification, especially as a transplant?

Gerald G. Gentrifier

The answer is epic and thoughtful and makes me want to meet the author of the response, Jake Dobkin, and shake his hand. (Then do the native Park Slopers' secret handshake, which no, I'm not about to reveal the details of the Internet.)

I obviously recommend reading the whole thing, but here are a few bits that really resonated with me:

On countering that gentrification has made that house you bought back in the day super valuable:

Sure, grandma bought her house in 1960 and is sitting on a huge paper profit, but she knows that if she ever sells, she will have to move to a tiny apartment or to Florida. And even if she wanted to do that, she still worries about her kids, who can't afford to live in the old neighborhood anymore. So grandma also hates you.

On Jane Jacobs' thoughts about the nature of gentrification:

She was right to point out the essential restlessness of gentrification, and warn us about the monoculture that can result from uncontrolled redevelopment.

MONOCULTURE! That's the word I've been looking for! A few weeks ago I spent a Saturday afternoon in rapidly gentrifying Crown Heights and as I wandered I was struck by just how much it felt like two different neighborhoods living side by side but barely interacting. It looked like an old guard/new guard checkerboard: bodega, craft beer bar, storefront church, farm-to-table brunch spot. It was so fucking obvious what was "new" there and frankly, IT ALL LOOKED THE SAME.

Why? What is with this reluctance to do anything but dress up fetishized booze and food in reclaimed wood, letterpress, and other faux-authentic-old-shit? The beauty of cities is in their diversity and gentrification is becoming ONE THING. People are supposed to come to New York City because their small towns just couldn't support their think-outside-the-box wild creativity. They're supposed to blossom into visionary citizens that make NYC even nuttier, not monoculture zombies that feed on Bloody Mary brunches on Marais stools and Instagram.

Remember when Stuff White People Like came out in 2008 and it was funny? It still makes me laugh aloud, but then I'm left with this terrible feeling that it's becoming way too true. Yes, I like a lot of those things, and yes, I'm fine with being predictable in some ways because I'm not a teenager stomping around the world pretending that being unique/underground is the only thing worth trying to be. But I don't want my city to be predictable. I want it to INSPIRE me. To confuse and challenge me. To show me new things I didn't even know I would like. I want it to act like New York City goddamnit!

Which by the way, so much of the time it does. I'm just desperately afraid of coming home from a trip one day to find out that it's no longer true.

 

I Love Lamp: Grace Bonney of Design*Sponge

Last week Steven interviewed Grace Bonney, creator of the website that became my gateway drug to design: Design*Sponge.

She's basically my Elvis. Or Mick Jagger. Or One Direction. (I would make a joke about showing my age here, but frankly I've confused even myself with this range.)

The interview series format is 5 questions: 4 that always stay the same and 1 that is personalized. When it came time for Steven to brainstorm ideas for the 5th one I had a FUCKING FIELD DAY making suggestions. I'm pretty sure I sounded like a sugar-high six year old given the opportunity to ask Santa about the elves.

I suppose the enthusiasm spilled over as Steven wound up asking her waaaay more than 5 questions. Perhaps my favorite bit of the whole thing is the end:

You heard it here people, LET IT GO.

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I Love Lamp: Let's Go Back To Greece, Ok?

Look. I know it's September. I know school has begun and everybody is back at it. But it's REALLY hot in my apartment right now and I am VERY MUCH NOT READY to let go of summer no matter how enticing a cup of tea, a good book, and cashmere sweater can be. With that in mind, I'm returning to the beginning of the summer when Steven and I went to Greece. Had I known about this little place before I just might have insisted we swing by Koroni to shack up here for a bit:

Thank you Style-Files for the tip (and photos)!

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Everyone is Climbing!

Calling all rock climbers! And parents of kids who climb! And lovers of hilarious, adorable, and informative children's books! My man Steven has got a book coming out with Brooklyn Boulders this Saturday! It's called EVERYONE IS CLIMBIING! and to celebrate, there'll be a reading, some drawing, and lots eating of/learning to tie climbing knots with Red Vines. 10-11am. Come one come all!

If we're lucky, Steven might even show off his crazy skills live!

More details on Steven's website here.

Untranslatable Words

Being a language nerd, (next time you come by, ask to see my homemade Arabic, Chinese, and Bambara flashcard collection) I was unduly excited to come across this link to 11 untranslatable words illustrated by Ella Frances Sanders via Cup of Jo. Here are my favorite of the bunch: And thank GOD someone's finally come up with a term other than "dappled sunlight" to describe this:

This reminded me that little while back, I wrote 5 Need-to-Know Words When Traveling the World for Huffington Post which Steven illustrated. My favorite term that we included was yala yala:

As long as we're on the topic of language, I'm going to go on the record saying that I think the whole "Inuits have a thousand words for snow" and "There's no word for 'never' in Swahili so they embrace life more" thing is BULLSHIT. Ok, the Inuits probably have a few more snow related terms that are a bit more descriptive than "slushy" but that's all I'm giving you. There's just NO WAY that Swahili speakers don't understand the whole concept of "oh hells no never ever" simply because they don't have one word for it.

The NY Times (my source of too many things if you've noticed by now) ran this great article on the whole discussion a while back.

I'm especially fond of this bit:

If a language has no future tense, for instance, its speakers would simply not be able to grasp our notion of future time. It seems barely comprehensible that this line of argument could ever have achieved such success, given that so much contrary evidence confronts you wherever you look. When you ask, in perfectly normal English, and in the present tense, “Are you coming tomorrow?” do you feel your grip on the notion of futurity slipping away? Do English speakers who have never heard the German word Schadenfreude find it difficult to understand the concept of relishing someone else’s misfortune? Or think about it this way: If the inventory of ready-made words in your language determined which concepts you were able to understand, how would you ever learn anything new? [Bold emphasis mine.]

It's a good read and goes into depth about some language quirks that do seem to affect perception, like gendered objects (a female fork in French and a male fork in Spanish lead speakers to assign female and male voices to the inanimate objects accordingly) and certain cultures that use the cardinal directions instead of left/right etc and how that can wreak havoc on a dance lesson.

All in all it just makes me glad that I'm not a Matses speaker who has to justify every sentence like a lawyer:

So if, for instance, you ask a Matses man how many wives he has, unless he can actually see his wives at that very moment, he would have to answer in the past tense and would say something like “There were two last time I checked.” After all, given that the wives are not present, he cannot be absolutely certain that one of them hasn’t died or run off with another man since he last saw them, even if this was only five minutes ago.

It also just cracks me up that this was the author's example. Not something like, "How many apples did you buy"/ "Last time I checked there were two in the bag". Nope. More like "Did you wife run off with your best friend or die? I mean, are you married?"

Anyway. I've got go have some lunch and sobremesa now.

I Love Lamp: Give me Your House in the Catskills

Steven and I have all but lived in the Catskills this summer. So I'm thinking Jason Gnewikow and Jeff Madalena should just go ahead and share their Catskills house with us. I mean, it only makes sense, right?

I mean, Steven would catch them dinner every night:

Sometimes even PRE-SMOKED:

Non-trout photos via Design*Sponge.

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I Love Lamp: AirBnB

Steven and I went to LA for a wedding a couple of weeks ago and stayed in Echo Park in an AirBnB spot.

The place was totally artist-bachelor hip and I have zero complaints about the friendly dude who usually calls the place home. But I've got to say: bottom line, it just felt kind of WEIRD to be in someone else's apartment. And oh yeah, illegal.

So while I have mixed feelings about AirBnB in general, I've enjoyed cruising the round-ups that they curate. Smells like Eames Spirit just cracked me up.

Because no, at this point the words "mid-century modern" do NOT send chills down my spine, but rather, make me want to start throwing Eames chairs at people's heads and what not.  Which probably means that it's time for another spin around the best design website ever: Fuck Your Noguchi Coffee Table.

I Love Lamp: Intelligentsia Coffee, LA

Ya'll know how I feel about tiles. So I don't think anyone will be surprised to learn that one of my favorite parts of strolling around Sunset Junction in LA last week was communing with the geometric, ceramic deliciousness at Intelligentisa Coffee face to face.

I'm also a big fan of their stools:

Simply in theory though, because I never actually sat down on them.

Also. I wish I had a dog in LA so I could hire this woman to walk it:

Sorry Kids, You CAN'T Do Anything

I was sobbing as I read George Saunders' convocation speech about regret and kindness and the passage of time. I was fist-pumping, grinning, and yelling "I KNOW!" as I read this piece by Luke Epplin in The Atlantic on kids' movies and the "cult of self-esteem".

Steven and I have spent many-an-hour discussing how kids' movies all feel the same now and the wonders/evils of being pumped with outrageous self-esteem from a young age. This article does that thing that good writing does: concisely and convincingly puts your scattered thoughts into words, then takes it one level higher.

I'm not even going to BOTHER explaining the plots of "Planes" and "Turbo" to contextualize these quotes, that's how depressingly obvious they are. Instead I'll cut straight to some of those moments from the article that made me go, "YEAH!":

The restless protagonists of these films never have to wake up to the reality that crop-dusters simply can't fly faster than sleek racing aircraft. Instead, it's the naysaying authority figures who need to be enlightened about the importance of never giving up on your dreams, no matter how irrational, improbable, or disruptive to the larger community...Their attitudes are all part of an ethos that privileges self-fulfillment over the communal good(Bold emphasis is mine.)

Right? I mean, I'm not saying we've all got to pick up some Little Red Books and throw away any personal ambition for the sake of the commune; but there's something to be said for learning how to rationally assess your own skills and cooperate with others to succeed at something larger than you could accomplish alone. AND:

In addition to disparaging routine labor, these films discount the hard work that enables individuals to reach the top of their professions. Turbo and Dusty don't need to hone their craft for years in minor-league circuits like their racing peers presumably did. It's enough for them simply to show up with no experience at the world's most competitive races, dig deep within themselves, and out-believe their opponents. They are, in many ways, the perfect role models for a generation weaned on instant gratification.

Life doesn't happen like that kids! It takes hard work to get good at something. And hard work is TEDIOUS, even when it's for something you enjoy. (Ahem WRITING. Or ANYTHING really.) To pretend otherwise is to set yourself up for that thing that anyone who grew up watching movies like this isn't particularly prepared to face: failure.

Last year when Anne-Marie Slaughter's much talked about article "Why Women Still Can't Have It All" came out, I wrote about how rock climbing came to embody the general betrayal I felt in my early 20s of having been told all my life I could do anything if I just put my mind to it. I still stand by that. Which isn't to say that I wish I'd never received any positive encouragement-- far from it! That's the only way I survive! (All those people who are like, "The more Coach yelled in my face and told me I couldn't do it, the more I wanted to show him"? NOT MY PEOPLE.) But again, it's a real shame that so many kids' movies out there are promoting this cocktail of instant gratification and mass uniqueness (a paradox I know!).

The rest of the article looks at how "A Boy Named Charlie Brown" (1969) is pretty much the opposite of every movie out there right now in its relentless themes of failure and non-exceptionalism. It all makes me want to high-five Charlie, Linus, and Lucy-- Linus especially when he tells Charlie:

"You worked hard studying for the spelling bee [that you lost], and I suppose you feel you let everyone down and you made a fool out of yourself and everything. But did you notice something, Charlie Brown?...The world didn't come to an end."

So go read this article, then please, go make a kids' movie that we can all actually learn something valuable from. It's an "out-believing" wasteland out there right now.

I Love Lamp: Let's Run Away To Morocco and Start An Artist Colony in Taroudant

Let's run away to Morocco and start an artist colony in Taroudant, okay? That may or may not be what I said to anyone and everyone I met after reading this piece in the NY Times T Magazine a couple months ago.

Seriously though. Let's do it. Okay? I'll take care of the cacti.

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All photos via T Magazine.

I Love Lamp: Living in a Cave

One of the coolest spots Steven and I stayed during our trip to Greece was in Falasarna on the island of Crete.

Cruising AirBnB, we found this crazy cave villa carved out of the side of a mountain. The accommodations themselves were pretty basic--

But the grounds and surrounding views were fairytale fantastic.

By the way, that's an outdoor shower spigot on the castle portion of the house. And while the place is pretty far up a private road I may or may not have gotten a honk or two while enjoying it. Ah well.

We had an especially good time making dinner from freshly picked onions and other goodies from the owners' garden (the owner being a middle aged woman with whom we shared coffee and cigarettes and stories when we traded cash for keys, avoiding the AirBnB fee, all of which felt VERY Greek) which we then enjoyed alfresco.

The surprise hit was the cat. And I say "surprise" because Steven is one of those assholes who hates cats, but for this one he fell pretty damn hard. Here is a shot right after he has scratched her belly with a rock for fear of having his usual allergic reaction:

And here is when he killed a giant grasshopper for her which she found somehow distasteful, much to his disappointment:

Bottom line, my new favorite amenities: vegetable gardens, outdoor showers, cats.

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I Love Lamp: Cabin Porn

Steven and I recently went back up to the Catskills for a couple of days to escape the city heat. We stayed at The Graham & Co again and this time around got to enjoy the pooool.

We also did a bit of exploring in the area, falling rather desperately in love with a few valleys and creeks and old country churches.

So this week's I Love Lamp is dedicated to the aptly named website Cabin Porn that shows, yes, beautiful cabins in compromising sexual-- wait, no, I mean, just absolutely beautiful cabins.

While I'm usually a fan of a lovingly remodeled old farm house over any kind of new construction, I've recently found myself drawn to the more modern, Scandinavian, clean line, even prefab cabins. The contrast to bucolic nature is delicious.

All photos via Cabin Porn.

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