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Full Credit For Being Alive: My grandfather died today. He was 92. He was old, but not sick.He…
My grandfather died today.
He was 92. He was old, but not sick.
He died in his sleep, in the home that he had lived in for decades. The home that he built.
My cousins found him, because he had a doctor’s appointment this morning. And they found him in bed. Dead.
They found him in the home…
The images of eyes, unblinking and the size of buildings, stared down from the slum on a hill – Rio de Janeiro’s oldest favela, Morro da Providência – and into the heart of the city. They emerged mysteriously, in the summer of 2008, not long after three young men from the community were murdered. The Brazilian Army and a powerful narco-mafia were implicated, and, when the news broke, residents of the favela rioted. For years, they had been living in near total social isolation; taxis did not go up the hill, nor did ambulances, not even the police. Half a dozen buses were destroyed during the riots, but afterward an uneasy calm took hold, and that is when the eyes began to appear.
– Raffi Khatchadourian writes about the street artist JR and his global experiment to help people be seen [subscription required]. Above, a photograph by JR from the series “Women Are Heroes.”
So This Happened of the Day: Narcissist chef Anthony Bourdain swung by the Great GoogaMooga Festival in Brooklyn over the weekend for a little Q&A — at which a little girl asked Bourdain how he’d cook a unicorn:
He would roast the loin, grill the legs, braise the forequarter and use the horn to pick your teeth with after the meal. For the record, unicorn marrow is delicious, he says.
Well, she asked. Not sure which is more creepy, though: Bourdain’s answer or a little girl who wants to cook a unicorn.
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