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“Man, oh man, it couldn’t be any tenderer,” he says. “You chew it with your tongue.”
London, 2
Under London.
Love, Lucy x
stone talk
I’m on vacation – not in Pittsburgh – so no Pittsburgh drawings for a couple of weeks. Having fun with materials at hand and stop motion animation, instead.
How come all y’all Azle boys sound like such idiots?
Reindeers, beavers and a (tiny) wooly mammoth
been a bit stuck drawing wise so time to visit the Kelvingrove museum. This part of the exhibition shows animals that you used to find in Scotland.
Butter sculpture vote: Majority vote down Jackson inclusion
Well, folks, we tried.
After a week of voting, the results of the Iowa State Fair online poll are in. With a margin of 65.24% “no” to 34.76% “yes,” fairgoers have voted down the inclusion of Michael Jackson in the moonwalk butter sculpture planned for the 2009 Iowa State Fair.
More than 100,000 votes were cast in the unscientific online poll conducted from July 9 to July 16.
In addition to the butter Jersey cow, a separate sculpture will celebrate the 40th anniversary of Neil Armstrong’s moonwalk on July 20, 1969. In honor of Armstrong’s “giant leap for mankind,” this year’s sculpture will include an astronaut, an American flag and a buttery rendition of the surface of the moon. The butter sculptures will be on display in a 40-degree cooler in the Fair’s Agriculture Building.
Crossroads
Cam-phone shot. LG VX11000. Springfield, Illinois. July 2009.
Y’all know who lingers ’round crossroads.
Ants, Nothing but Ants!
“Leiningen!” he shouted. “You’re insane! They’re not creatures you can fight–they’re an elemental–an ‘act of God!’ Ten miles long, two miles wide–ants, nothing but ants! And every single one of them a fiend from hell; before you can spit three times they’ll eat a full-grown buffalo to the bones. I tell you if you don’t clear out at once there’ll he nothing left of you but a skeleton picked as clean as your own plantation.”
– from “Leiningen versus the Ants,” Carl Stephenson. First published in Esquire, December 1938.
The Mother of All Clusterflocks, Y’all
Consider yourselves warned: Argentine ants are unifying into one super massive mega colony rivaling ours for world domination.
These ants rubbed antennae with one another and never became aggressive or tried to avoid one another.
The most plausible explanation is that ants from these three super-colonies are indeed family, and are all genetically related, say the researchers. When they come into contact, they recognise each other by the chemical composition of their cuticles.
In short, they acted as if they all belonged to the same colony, despite living on different continents separated by vast oceans.
Victor Hugo on trickle-down
“We live in a somber society. How to get ahead, succeed–that is the lesson that trickles down, drop by drop, from the overriding corruption on high.”
“Succeed: That’s the whole idea. Prosperity presupposes Capability. Win the lottery and you are a clever man. The winner is revered. Be born with a silver spoon in your mouth, that’s all that counts. Be lucky and the rest will fall into place. Be fortunate, and you’ll be thought great.”
“They mistake the constellations of the cosmic void for the stars made by ducks’ feet in the soft mud of the bog.”
(p. 45: Les Miserables, trans. by Julie Rose, 2008)
Walter Cronkite | 1916-2009
To say that we are closer to victory [in Vietnam] today is to believe, in the face of the evidence, the optimists who have been wrong in the past. To suggest we are on the edge of defeat is to yield to unreasonable pessimism. To say that we are mired in stalemate seems the only realistic, yet unsatisfactory, conclusion. On the off chance that military and political analysts are right, in the next few months we must test the enemy’s intentions, in case this is indeed his last big gasp before negotiations. But it is increasingly clear to this reporter that the only rational way out then will be to negotiate, not as victors, but as an honorable people who lived up to their pledge to defend democracy, and did the best they could.
This is Walter Cronkite. Good night.
(Read the full text of Walter Cronkite’s CBS Evening News editorial commentary of February 27, 1968.)
London, 1
There are people with swine flu, here.
Love, Lucy x
Now I’m listening
to Jacob Kirkegaard’s Labyrinthitis and Eldfjall.
Amazon remotely deletes books from Kindles
This morning, hundreds of Amazon Kindle owners awoke to discover that books by a certain famous author had mysteriously disappeared from their e-book readers. These were books that they had bought and paid for—thought they owned.
The payoff is finding out who the author and the books in question are. I don’t want to spoil it.
Hey, Mom, where’s for dinner?
(Via idsgn.)
Smugass
Congratulations, there’s a new word.
Smugass n. a better description than “smartass” for most people everywhere. To be a smartass, one would have to be intelligent, and most people are merely smug about possessing a semblance of wit.
Feel free to melt this one down and distribute as you see fit.
Tragedy
Tragedy is the No. 1 Heavy Metal Tribute to the Bee Gees in the Tri-State Area, New England, the United Kingdom, and eastern Pennsylvania.
Street Pianos
It is projects like Play Me, I’m Yours which make me think I live in the wrong city, nay, country.
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This is the only film I have seen that clearly seems directed by someone with mental health issues. And I don’t say that in a negative way: I think it is genius.
I’ll have what the gentleman on the floor is having
A MAN walks into a bar. He’s carrying a carpet under his arm. He wraps himself in the carpet, lies on the floor, covers his face and waits for people to step on him. A sign taped to the bar reads: “Step on carpet.”
(via marginal revolution)
Ink Calendar
By Oscar Diaz (via):
The ink is absorbed slowly, and the numbers in the calendar are “printed” daily. One a day, they are filled with ink until the end of the month. A calendar self-updated, which enhances the perception of time passing and not only signaling it.
The ink colors are based on a spectrum, which relate to a “color temperature scale”, each month having a color related to our perception of the whether on that month. The colors range from dark blue in December to, three shades of green in spring or oranges, red in the summer.
I Could Watch These Damn Things for Hours. They’re Like Little Chocolates Mixed with Hugs.
A view of the Poles
10 years of high-resolution spy satellite images of both Poles have been released to the public and scientists.
for your viewing pleasure
Lillian Bassman
In the early 1970s Lillian Bassman, among the most important fashion photographers of the 20th century, made the decision to dispose of her career, quite literally. Artists do this all the time without the intent — giving themselves over to excess, retreating to ashrams — but Ms. Bassman’s approach was aggressive and determined. Disillusioned by the costuming of the late 1960s, she had had enough of fashion and expressed her disdain by destroying decades’ worth of negatives and placing others in a trash bag in the coal room of her Upper East Side carriage house. Her era of furtive eroticism was over, and there was no point in scrapbooking it.
—”Femininity, Salvaged” by Ginia Bellafante, New York Times, July 16, 2009
A lingerie ad for Warner’s from 1951:
(Via Margaret.)
