Pixillated Pleasures
- Main Entry:
- pix·i·lat·ed
- Variant(s):
- pix·il·lat·ed
- Function:
- adjective
- Etymology:
- irregular from pixie
- Date:
- 1848
1: somewhat unbalanced mentally ; also: bemused
2: whimsical <pixilated pleasures>
Clusterflock: The Next Generation
We met some friends at tonight’s Brooklyn Clustercocktails. More pictures here.
Paper Airplane on a String
Via Magic Molly
Billy Ward & The Dominoes – 60 Minute Man
Blue in Green
India, for Amy.
Clusterfashion
Down home flavor provides the taste of scratch
I find myself captivated by the Creative Food and Beverage Solutions of the Nestle Professional product line.
MINOR’S® Beef Gravy Concentrate (No Added MSG)* 1x25lb
Features and Benefits
Fresh, flavorful premium ingredients concentrated in refrigerated pastes. Down home flavor provides the taste of scratch. Steam-table and cook/chill stable for hours.
Afghanistan’s only pig quarantined in flu fear
The pig was a gift to the zoo from China, which itself quarantined some 70 Mexicans, 26 Canadians and four Americans in the past week, but later released them.
Sesame Street: Dogs baking bread
It is entirely possible that the apex of Western art in the 20th century was achieved with the 1973 release of this video short.
(via Serious Eats)
Dear Clusterflock
Assuming all-the-way is not a viable option: halfway, or not at all?
I thought dogs didn’t see color
On the way to the train, I passed a man with a pitbull puppy, spinning loops under its leash, tail wagging, ecstatic to be outside on a beautiful spring day. An older lady walked up to the pair and smiled down at the dog. The puppy looked up, wagged even more frantically, and let out a small yet throaty bark.
The woman drew herself up, and said in a thick Caribbean accent, “I didn’t hear you bark at that white woman, bitch, so you best cut that out!”
Folk Typography
Via dj denim’s Flickr photostream.
The Flickr Folk Typography group collects “outsider typography.”
Surprising, original letterforms created by people who are not designers, typographers, calligraphers, or graffiti artists– in other words, people outside of all traditional schools of typographic influence.
Eat ye that which is good, and let your soul delight itself in fatness.
Didja know? In-N-Out Burger prints “Revelation 3:20″ on its hamburger wrappers.
Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.
Discovered this after seeking out an explanation for the appearance of “John 3:16″ printed on the bottom of bags from Forever 21. The New York Sun sought out shopper reactions!
“Jesus wore clothes,” a 22-year-old from Brooklyn, Jason Schultz, said when informed about the phrase on his bag.
Chocolate gounache ganache Ganesh
Via chocolatedeities.com, naturally.
Dog Armor
Wall Street meets Sesame Street
Layoffs are coming to Sesame Street. Apparently, I witnessed a bit of the future yesterday.
(For the record: this is the Brooklyn-based XYLOPHOLKS.)
Gogol Bordello – Undestructable
[http://caidel.jikos.cz/download/Gogol%20Bordello/Gogol%20Bordello%20-%20Gypsy%20Punks/Gogol%20Bordello%20-%20Undestructable.mp3]
How many darkest moments and traps
Still lay ahead of us?
How many final frontiers
We gonna mount, and maybe no victory laps?
But if you stepped on path of sacred art
and stuck it out through thick and thin
God knows you become one
With undestructable.
It’s the meat of kings
Found
I just discovered the vast trove of old photos, vinyl, VHS, and slides that is heaped within the cluttered confines of The Thing, junk shop extraordinaire in Greenpoint, Brooklyn. 1970s snapshots! Found vacation pics! 1990s fashion photography! I may never leave the house again, save to pick up my next hundred (25 cents a pop).
These shots brought to you by the glorious apparition pictured on the right: a Viewlex single-slide projector, circa god knows when. This was such a good afternoon.
Fleet beasts
Every evening, after my automatic water system stops, all the snails who where hidden behind flowers go out and go on the grass to make parties, eating and drinking !
Via Boing Boing
Wee planets
Alexandre Duret-Lutz folds panoramic photos in on themselves, creating tiny new worlds.
Gather ye rosebuds
Two small blonde girls, aged perhaps seven, ate lunch at the counter next to me with their grandmother. Girl 1, looking at the receipt:
“This was really expensive. It was like twenty-eight dollars…and thirteen cents.”
Grandma: “Isn’t that amazing? I hope you liked it.”
The girls nod.
Girl 1: “I can’t believe it’s Sunday already! It goes…too fast.”
Girl 2: “It goes so too fast…”
Balls, picnics and parties!
Like Rick, Lucy’s recent comment sent me scurrying to Google for enlightenment.
balls. … 3. Short for balls-up, q.v., esp. as in, e.g., “Well, they’ve made a right balls of it this time” …
balls-up, v. To make a mess or a blunder of; to confuse inexplicably; misunderstand wholly; do altogether wrongly …
Ubi sunt
(Via Urban Angle’s Flickr photostream)Ubi sunt (literally “where are…”) is a phrase taken from the Latin Ubi sunt qui ante nos fuerunt?, meaning “Where are those who were before us?” …
A general feeling of ubi sunt radiates from the text of Beowulf. The Anglo-Saxons, at the point in their cultural evolution in which Beowulf was written, experienced an inescapable feeling of doom, symptomatic of ubi sunt yearning. By conquering the Romanized Britons, they were faced with massive stone works and elaborate Celtic designs that seemed to come from a lost era of glory (called the “work of giants” in Seafarer).
(Via Wikipedia)
I spent the afternoon walking the halls of the New York Public Library. I find it overwhelmingly beautiful, but also heartbreaking. Like some great stuffed beast in a museum, no more of its kind will be born into this world.
I could say the same for much of New York; indeed, the city itself. Who were these men who could conjur up such visions and realize them in stone and steel? In the library, the Chrysler Building, Grand Central–I see the human spirit writ large. Glass boxes now tower above them, yet seem lost in their shadow.
Dear Clusterflock: Yes we can…?
I miss our political gripe-fests of the election season. What’s your verdict on Obama’s first 30-odd days?
