Someone is dragging a shovel and pick/Someone is playing an old blues riff/An old melody from a dead man's grave/I can feel it baby, feel everything rip
--From "Say Goodbye" off of Gone Dead Done by SLT
Gone Dead Gone , the new CD released by SLT on Earring Records is the best old school Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds meets Iggy Pop and they get even quirkier-about-dealing-in-bloody-pop-mayhem collection of music by a Rochester N.Y. band since... well, since The Tumors released that secret tribute album to Aileen Wournos back in 1964.
Really though, in a better world and in a time when you actually had top forty singles and CDs worth speaking of -- Gone Dead Gone would be the Nirvana-like bust out album for a new subculture of the aging burned and still enraged -- Generation F.U. -- a small but growing demographic slice of late boomer aliens.
But why should you listen to me? After all, I've contributed 3 song lyrics to my old friends from Rochester's effort.
Yep. For those of you who haven't stopped reading, the story is... I email an mp3 of "I Should've Been A Guru" to Mark Frauenfelder... and what does he do? He emails me back and says, "I like Guru a lot. Why don't you review the album yourself on Boing Boing?" So now I've got to be the fuckin' Houdini of words and wriggle out of this contretemps -- this situation tailor-made for the ever-popular summary dismissal that my words are just hype. Read the rest
(Image via Wikipedia: Views of a Foetus in the Womb, c. 1510 - 1512, a drawing by Leonardo da Vinci.)
I will admit to occasional single-minded ranting. You might think that, as an astronomer who studies the outer part of the solar system, my rants are restricted to issues like classification of planets, bad weather at telescopes, and the possible effects of secular perturbation on the perihelion evolution of detached Kuiper belt objects. But my other main job, being a parent to a now-5-year-old daughter, provides me a plethora of new things to rant about, also.
My daughter provided me the very first opportunity before she was even born. Back then, she was code-named Petunia, and all I really wanted was some way to understand what Petunia's July 11th due date actually meant. The ranting really didn't begin until sometime in the third trimester. Here is an excerpt from How I Killed Pluto and How It Had It Coming from the moment when simmering frustration turns into full-scale rant.
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I got a cool package in the mail from Ninja and Yo-Landi Vi$$er of Die Antwoord. I knew they'd found something important and special on the road, but had no idea how important and special until I opened it. Inside, THE BOING BOING FORMULA, and fittingly, it's "WOMAN." Contains Horny Goat Weed, Broomrape, and other herbs that purportedly enhance sexytime. From the label:
A daily booster designed to help you revive the X factor of feeling good, feeling attractive and confident, being desirable, and creating a mood for intimacy and adventure. Users report new vitality, friskiness, clarity of mind, and rediscover that wonderful naughty spark, which threatens to become a flame at any moment, restoring the confidence our stressful lifestyles rob us of.
Was there ever a more perfect description of BoingBoing.net?
Maybe we should market a Boing Boing brand of herbal supplements. Or, just little pill-shaped candies. THE BOING BOING FORMULA. Your thoughts welcomed in the comments. Thanks, Yo-Landi and Ninja, you guys are the best. Read the rest
Via UpTown Almanac
, word of a new artist hitting the streets—well, the walls of SF: Sandwich, who's making bold statements with this Halo + Collateral Murder mashup. This is the second WikiLeaks-inspired
piece he's taken credit for recently. Interesting stuff for sure. [Thanks Dylan] Read the rest
Matthew Cusick's Map Works
series repurposes printed maps into new works of art. Check out the seascapes and highways, too. He also has an interesting series called Passages
which combine Bible passages with other works in a similar manner.
Matthew Cusick (via Green Chair Press [h/t]) Read the rest
by Maxa Pescovitz
December 16, 2010
The loss that our family feels is immeasurable. Mark was not only the foundation of his immediate family, but of all of us that were proud to call him brother, uncle, nephew cousin, friend, co-worker or patient. He touched the families of those he saved, as well as those whom he could not. He put everyone first before himself. He loved the obtuse, as well as the mundane. His sense of humor puzzled those who did not get it right away, and caused belly laughs galore for those who did.
One of his greatest enjoyments in the summer was the Indy State Fair. I had the honor of being with him and Ora this past summer as we commented on the photo exhibits, took our own picture of the world largest boor (with Mark's ensuing humor about it -of course). We laughed at the bizarre food options. Nothing was omitted- from the huge to farm equipment to the tractor pull. We laughed as we all crossed this last event off our "bucket list"--not even knowing it was on it!
Although I was older, I always wanted to be like him- minus the mustache of course.
When our youngest brother was two Mark and I took him to a house in Cincinnati that had a huge display of trains. Walking to the house holding David's hands an older couple commented on what a nice young family we were. We laughed about this mistake for years. Read the rest
Joe feels the (slightly scary & very vocal) love (Moscow Arena)
Our second and final show in Russia happens in Moscow, at a large black box called The Moscow Arena. Inside of the building walls, floors, ducting, integral support beams and even lighting and plumbing have an unfinished feel, as if the the venue is meant to be temporary. Pieces of tile are glued haphazardly onto cinderblock walls assembled without enough mortar. Light shines through the separation between the concrete and air moves through, too, mostly reeking of cigarette smoke.
Forty minutes before showtime the rapidly growing crowd in front of the stage is clearly audible from the dressing room, loud enough that it becomes challenging to hear myself speak or hear the notes on my unplugged bass as I warm up my fingers.
When we arrive on the stage the crowd howls with one demonic voice as Jeff counts us in to the opener: Ice 9. The audience claps, jumps, waves their arms, sits on each other's shoulders, even cries. I am drenched in sweat in four minutes and stay that way for the entire two and a half hour set, the drops moving continually from my head to my shoes. Elegant and surely expensive flower bouquets are passed hand to hand from the back of the hall to the people on the wall eight feet in front of us who then attempt to throw them on to the stage. They invariably miss, which is sad. Read the rest
Cliff Kuang, the editor of Co.Design, Fast Company
's design blog, pointed me to the work of Lori Nix, who designs detailed miniature dioramas of a post-apocalyptic world.
The twist is that Nix's photos aren't Photoshop manipulations -- they're real images of tiny, painstakingly detailed dioramas that Nix has designed just for this project. Nix built the 3-D scenes in her living room on nights and weekends with the help of an assistant, with each one taking anywhere from two to fifteen months to complete. Nix shot the dioramas on normal 8x10 film, making her minuscule creations -- about 20 x 24 x 72 inches small -- appear nearly indistinguishable from full-size scenes.
There is a slideshow Lori Nix's work at the link.
Lori Nix's Stunning, Tiny Dioramas Depict an Abandoned World Read the rest
I am very thankful to have gotten to know Roy Doty, who has been illustrating for Make
magazine for the last six years. I first became familiar with Roy's work in the late 1960s, when I saw his pleasing and deceptively simple illustrations in Popular Science
For many years Roy drew a comic strip called "Wordless Workshop," which featured a pipe smoking suburban dad who wandered around his house and neighborhood observing the minor irritations that his family and neighbors experienced, and then coming up with an elegant solution to those problems that involved making a nifty contraption out of easily obtained materials. Roy is not only a very gifted cartoonist, he's a wonderfully resourceful inventor!
Roy is 88 years old, and he still works full time for a wide variety of publications. He can turn around a drawing in a matter of hours, and I admit I have occasionally taken advantage of his ability to do this.
Every year Roy sends out a Christmas card, and they are always very inventive and delightful. This one, titled "A Holiday Alphabet," features a number of Santa's elves contorting themselves into positions that resemble the letters of the alphabet.
Archive of Roy Doty's Christmas cards
Incredible Roy Doty Christmas card
Roy's Doty's Leap Year card -- Carpe Diem!
Happy Birthday Roy Doty!
Gnome puzzle from MAKE 11, illustrated by Roy Doty
"With the Chemex, even a moron can make good coffee."
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Swedish designer Jonas Eriksson
designed this incredibly amazing interface
for an iPad app called "76 Synthesizer" which may or may not even exist (the internet isn't giving me a straight answer, stupid internet). I can't find it in the app store anyway, which is a shame because I'd buy it just to show off the great design
more than I'd actually use it.
Note to other iPad and iPhone designers: THIS! Read the rest
This is the shroud of Vogue, made from the last 12 editions of the magazine, overlaid.
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The recent footage of Miley Cyrus' epic bong rip has the mainstream media dredging up various doofi to tut-tut her actions. You can find those clips if inclined all over the web. According to various head shop owners, a lot of people are suddenly looking into Salvia divinorum as a possible recreational drug. As a public service announcement, I want to point out that Salvia, while currently legal and frequently fun, is no joke. It should only be done with an experienced trip sitter under safe and relaxed conditions. Various YouTube videos of morons screwing with people who are under the influence of Salvia make me cringe, because they are messing up a potentially transcendent moment for the taker, and possibly causing the person some significant trauma.
Here are the warnings inside one commercially-available brand sold in a lot of head shops.
Warning: Salvia Divinorum is a very, very powerful plant. Research the history of Salvia divinorum online before burning. Please burn responsibly!
Common sense guidelines
• Always have someone there with you when burning.
• Never burn in a public place.
• Never burn on a balcony.
• Never burn near dangerous objects such as glass, knives, guns, etc.
• Do not burn when drinking alcohol.
• Do not burn with any other substances.
• Turn off your phone.
• Lie down and relax.
Those are all good rules. I'd also recommend putting on a playlist of songs that make you relax and have personal significance for you. Make sure any pets are calm and not making noise. Read the rest
) On one of my favorite blogs, The Futility Closet
, I found this video of the Silver Swan, made in 1773 by a London silver work dealer named James Cox and an inventor named John Joseph Merlin. The automated swan is on permanent exhibition at the Bowes Museum in England.
When the mechanism of the silver swan is wound up, the glass rods rotate, the music begins, and the swan twists its head to the left and right and appears to preen its back. It then appears to see a fish in the water below and bends back to catch it. It swallows the fish as the music stops and returns to its start position.
The piece contains 8 different tunes. Cams control the actions of the swan and fish and one in the form of a track on the rim of a drum, travels through the neck. A chain passing upwards through the rings, which form the neck, controls the elevation and depression of the neck. A spring and a 'lazy tong' mechanism eject the concealed fish from its beak.
The silver swan was described in Mark Twain's The Innocents Abroad. John Bowes purchased it for 5000 francs (£200) in 1872. Other pieces by James Cox do exist. Perhaps the most famous of these is the gold Peacock Clock, which can be found in the Hermitage Museum, Russia.
Atlas Obscura has additional information about the history of the Silver Swan. I'd never heard of John Joseph Merlin before. Read the rest
by Ari Pescovitz
December 16, 2010
"UFB" my dad would say if he were the one giving this talk. With such a huge turn out he would have insisted on turning this into a fundraiser and charging twenty dollars a head for one of his many passions. Unfortunately... I have to try to give it.
From the day of my birth (my dad's 30th birthday) I have shared a special bond with my father. Beyond the usual requisites of a father, my dad was my best friend, my inspiration, and my strength. Growing up, my memories are filled with minor league baseball games, trips to the shooting range (against my mom's best judgment), afternoons at the opera, state fair, and art festivals, as well as a shared passion for travel and exotic food.
But no matter what activity, what will always stay with me are the conversations. Some knew my dad as a man of few but powerful, and often humorous, words, but the man I knew could talk for hours about everything. He taught me about science, always knowing the answer to a young child's questions. He taught me about what it means to observe the world around me and to think about everything, and he taught me, most importantly, how to make. To explore science, art, religion, not simply by observing and thinking but by creating and inventing.
I make art (and in particular Jewish art) as the highest manifestations of his gifts to me. I have never before made a work that I did not consult with him on. Read the rest
by Aliza Pescovitz
December 16, 2010
We used to tease my dad that he was the least social person in the family and that talking to people was basically torture. But looking out at all of you, I can see that we clearly underestimated our father's threshold for pain.
I have so many wonderful memories of my dad. In fact, standing before you now, I have at least several dozen stories that I could tell just off the top of my head. Although, I'm extremely heart broken at the loss of my father, I feel extremely blessed to have had the sweetest, most caring, and, frankly, the best father in the whole world. I want to share just a few memories of my father with you today.
My parents always urged me to work as hard as I could in school. In fact, in 8th grade, even though I only tested into pre-algebra, my dad sat with me every night for two months trying to teach me algebra so that I could transfer to the higher class. What I didn't know at the time, was that my dad was teaching me algebra using calculus. It wasn't until after I finally managed to switch into the algebra class that I realized that algebra really wasn't as hard as I thought.
When I was 13 years old, I was determined to wear my talit, or prayer shawl, to prayers at school. Although I could have fought with the principal for days on end without rest, I was unable to articulate my arguments for why I should be allowed to wear it, in a coherent and persuasive manner. Read the rest