For the Newbies
As I approach my third anniversary with y’all (still a little more than a month away), I thought I might offer the newer members a trip down my memory lane. Deron has many times queried Sheila for helps and hints on fashion. I’m not sure, but my comment, buried here, may have been my first appearance.
I Should Kick Myself
The entry into the garage. We had new siding put on the house three…four? years ago. At the time, they also put in new garage doors with openers, new windows in the media room (a 10′x25′ room on the south side of the house). Why I didn’t include this door in the deal is a mystery to me. I remember thinking, “Ooo, this is too much money.” But, honestly, what would another three or four hundred dollars have done to the loan, lien on the house over the course of fifteen years?
Nevermind the decaying concrete ruined by ten years of throwing “snow-melt” on top of it, that now needs to be ripped out and replaced. “All in good time,” I keep thinking. “All in good time.” And then there’s the landscaping. Oh, fuck it. The shoemaker’s kids go without shoes.
it’s all over now, baby blue
This feels transformational: Imagine the Paul Bunyan story calibrated to human creativity. Now imagine a programmer has come up with an algorithm that creates beautiful, organic music, stuff that would have taken years to compose, effortlessly.
Cope thinks the old cliché of beauty in the eye of the beholder explains the situation well: “The dots and lines on paper are merely triggers that set things off in our mind, do all the wonderful things that give us excitement and love of the music, and we falsely believe that somewhere in that music is the thing we’re feeling,” he says. “I don’t know what the hell ’soul’ is. I don’t know that we have any of it. I’m looking to get off on life. And music gets me off a lot of the time. I really, really, really am moved by it. I don’t care who wrote it.”
Good luck on that novel.
(via kottke)
from the comments
I once saw a Japanese archer shoot three arrows at a target that was about 70 yards away. All three arrows were in the air before the first one hit.
Charming Lands at Fotofest
A group of 11 photographers I am involved with called Charming Lands is participating in Fotofest in Houston.
We created a group exhibition at Box 13 entitled Panta Rei.
Opening Reception: Saturday, March 13, 7-9:30pm. I hope you can stop by.
Daryl’s Waking Words
I don’t like the font Home Depot uses on their prices.
Allow myself to introduce . . . myself!
Former Dallas Maverick Marquis Daniels commissioned this homage to himself.
Forged in the fires of Mordor from 1,300 grams (or 2.9 pounds) of 14-karat gold, this head is an exact replica of Daniels or possibly Whoopi Goldberg. Either way, it’s both amazing and terrifying.
photo out of context
from the comments
It is written in my will that if I am shot and eaten, I may not be served with either apple or mint jelly.
Largely why I was hated in high school
Phil once asked somthing like “is there a photo of yourself you wouldn’t show someone?” This would be it, if I were showing it. The dude on the left was my neighbor to the north of our house in the background. We shared a driveway.
The McItaly
Italy’s agricultural minister has endorsed — and faces criticism for endorsing — a McItaly burger made with Italian beef, Asiago cheese and artichoke spread.
On the McItaly’s promotional material is a seal saying “Under the patronage of” the Ministry of Agriculture and Forestry — a highly coveted government endorsement that is more often seen on museum exhibits and cultural initiatives than fast-food containers.
quote out of context
The deckle edge on modern books is an imitation of what those sliced open books looked like.
Lucy and I were talking about just this sort of thing this morning.
C-41 in Caffenol
Then peroxide and sun.
This woman in central Florida does the most mad and wonderful things with film, and I like to share things that I like.
Oh. And she’s really funny, and so are her friends. Her Flickr comment threads make for good reading.
Dear clusterflock
Two questions, separated by your ability to answer each:
1. Do you have a beard? Why or why not?
2. Are beards sexually attractive? Why or why not?
Edith Heath on Martha Stewart, 1989 — the materials should tell the story
I love Heath’s beautiful work. I’ll be linking to Florence Knoll and Eva Zeisel over the next few days.
favorite films of the decade
Borat
Jackass
Faulkner Fashion
From the Life collection of Famous Literary Drunks and Addicts.
PAPPELTALKS
Hubero Kororo designed this interactive CD cover for the band Uceroz. When you pull a tab on the side to open the CD, an ink cartridge leaks and fills the front cover with purple ink. (via)
“Bad pinhole,” she said.
Fuji 200 C-41 developed in expired Fomadon LQN for 10 minutes. Presoaked and rinsed in water.
“Why do I keep trying?” my Flickr friend asked. ” I just can’t make myself stop wasting film on this whole pinhole thing.”
The ensuing conversation is a long one, I warn you, but it’s a good one. You might enjoy reading it even if you’re not into the whole pinhole thing. People talk about what constitutes waste, about learning by experimenting, about what film is made of, about how to save money on food, about pinhole cameras — and about paranormal phenomena.
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We Make Prints
We Make Prints From Your Digitalsmmnhrhuf is how it looked to me.
I spend too much time blissing out in the Wal-Mart parking lot.
Drunk or Southern?
More from the unseemly world of blog-book deal fishing. This one hits a little close to home.
Naughty Disney
As Phil observed, it feels like a party in here today, so it seems fitting to share the storied Disney orgy along with its creator’s explanation:
Disney had been their Creator, and he had repressed all their baser instincts, but now that he had departed, they could finally shed their cumulative inhibitions and participate together in an unspeakable Roman binge, to signify the crumbling of an empire. I contacted Wally Wood — who had illustrated the first piece I sold to Madmagazine — “If Comic Strip Characters Answered Those Little Ads in the Back of Comic Books” — and, without mentioning any specific details, I told him my general notion of a memorial orgy at Disneyland to be published in The Realist. He accepted the assignment and presented me with a magnificently degenerate montage.
The paragraph following that one expands on the raunch. You have been warned.
Avatar for the Atari 2600
[via Boing Boing]
Heavy Metal magazine, January 1978
You know I love Barack
But since he moved into the White House, I’ve been paying more attention to Michelle.
