Unfinished
Artistic endeavors which I have envisioned but not completed.
Singing Fish, electronic installation - An installation of singing and dancing toys (dancing Santa Claus, Billy Bass, etc.) reprogrammed to perform art music and poetry. Touches on the disposability of pop culture, the subversion of viewer expectations, and the awesomeness of Billy Bass reading Howl.
Some difficult choices
I’ve been eating a lot of sushi lately, I offer by way of introduction to this post.
I have been thinking about something for the past day or so, albeit intermittently, I will admit. Here is the scenario. Please place, to the best of your ability, in order of worseness, from least worse to most worse, the following ways of being killed by an animal:
(a) By Snake: The snake will either wrap itself tightly around you, suffocating you to death in your shock and terror, or it will poison you and you will die painfully over several minutes or hours. Either way, you will think while you are dying about the fact that you will end up a human shaped lump inside a snakeskin covering, you will think of those large snake jaws unlocking and consuming you whole, and that what the poison or the snakemuscle didn’t get, the digestive juices would finish off.
(b) By bear: Mauled, torn limb from limb, eaten alive. Most likely done quite quickly, with the possibility of being ‘left for dead’ in some abandoned place, to die of hypothermia or your wounds.
(c) By crocodile: Depending on the appetite of the crocodile’s moment, you will probably be dragged and impaled on croc teeth for some time, maybe only halfarsedly eaten, maybe a leg pulled off of you and chewed up, the rest of you being left underneath a log or a large rock to be consumed at a more convenient time, later.
There is no hyena option.
I look forward to your responses.
“It’s all about hope”
From The Temptation of Saint Anthony (Robert Wilson and Bernice Johnson Reagon)
Do You Remembah?
Psst! Retro Kidz, son.
I saw these guys on the train a couple of days ago and their look stayed in my brain like a Cypress Hill cut. They all were rocking 90s gear: Champion sports jackets, hi-top fade haircuts, huge Africa pendants, the whole nine. I was telling my roommate about them when he responded with something like “Yeeeeeah, booooyeee! It’s a new craze- they’re called Retro Kidz.” Thinking it was a trend, I went in search of the subculture on the intertubes. Come to find out, I shared a subway car with these geniuses on Tuesday. I’m so glad the 90s hip-hop is now retro. I get to enjoy the running man once again. Thanks to the Manhattan bound E-train for this tip.
“Crunking Crumping we can believe in”
via jimray
Land of a Thousand Dances (The Mountain’s High | Dick and Dee Dee)
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The Hully Gully permits of infinite modification. (See the first dance sequence above for a fundamental version.)
Let Your Backbone Slip
So Lucy and I’ve had this exchange about dancing, and I remembered that afternoon years ago when I was sitting down in the mailroom with Margene and Deb, I think it was, and all of a sudden –
I couldn’t recollect the difference between the Monkey and the Jerk. And I got really upset.
I know. I know. So obvious. Sounds silly now.
Well, Deb called Linda and luckily Linda was home (she was a drummer, so she worked nights). And Linda came over and refreshed my memory.
And I will never ever again forget. And if you like, I will teach you not only the Monkey and the Jerk but maybe even the Hully Gully.
Bright Eyes
So serious these days. Time for some Hurra Torpedo:
Y’all. Levi Stubbs’ Tears.
Y’all know Levi Stubbs died Friday in Detroit, yeah?
Am I once again
the last person in the country to know about something?
christopher walken account
Remember, anyone can post on clusterflock.
Mudhoney - “You Got It”
More dancing with vehicles
Speaking of outrageous,
the dance
There was something about the woman smoking as she walked toward the building this morning, or maybe it was just the smoke. One glance at her and suddenly I was brought back to high school.
It was just before a school dance and none of us wanted to go, but it was a night out of the house that required little explanation to our parents. At the time it was me and a handful of nefarious teenaged boys, people I would later realize I was the exact opposite of - or, at least, I realized that I wanted to be the exact opposite of - on that night, however, we were thick as thieves.
We started with trespassing, hiding out on the roof of an elementary school, surrounded by thick smoke. Laughing and joking as half the group watched the other half of us struggle with our first hit from the pipe.
Soon, I’m nervous, chewing gum and spraying deodorant as we wait in line at the door of the gymnasium. It had been nearly an hour since we’d left the safety of our hiding place and I still felt as though a cloud of smoke followed us all. The dean is there, checking mouths for gum. I spit mine into the bushes and held my breath as I walked by and handed him our ticket.
Once inside, the lights and music distracted us from our pre-planned escape.
Dance freely!
I don’t know about customs in other parts of the world, but anyone planning to attend a wedding or community celebration in Western Pennsylvania should be delighted to know that the Electric Slide is now available for any non-commercial use under a Creative Commons license.
Now, move to the left…
Claire Holt Collection (Indonesian Dance & Related Arts)
Image: Battle dances, Mangkunagaran and Kraton, Surakarta. Danced battle (Pandji Andaga vs. Buginese warrior), Mangkunagaran, Solo, 1931. Digital ID: 1107087
Thousands of photographs of Indonesian costumes, theatrical performances, and dance movements taken by scholar Claire Holt and others, collected by her in travels through the region in the 1930s and later.
(from the NYPL Digital Gallery)
Dance Theory
I believe that my theory is strong. I shall make some predictions, all of them testable.
There will be no society anywhere on Earth where all dancing is done in secret. Dancing will be a public phenomenon everywhere. Whereas a man or woman might practice alone, the end product will always involve witnesses.
There will be no society on Earth where all the dancing done by men is away from the eyes of women.
Women, far more than men, will find the skill with which a potential mate can dance far more of a factor which influences their choices of mate. This will be true of all societies.
Women will get the most pleasure from dancing (except perhaps when taking the contraceptive pill) when they are at the fertile peak of their menstrual cycle.