wig wam

Wig wam are Teeny, Sporty, Glam and Flash, and they glam rock Norway. Listen to "Bless the night," which isn't bad!

the lego harpsichord

Harpsichord

With the exception of the wire strings, this instrument is entirely constructed out of LEGO parts--the keyboard, jacks, jack rack, jack rail, plectra, soundboard, bridge, hitch pins, tuning pins, wrestplank, nut, case, legs, lid, lid stick, and music stand are all built out of interlocking ABS (Acrylonitrile-Butadiene-Styrene) plastic bricks and related pieces.

And is playable.

via music thing

the future

the future
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from the 1983 video (beta!) "japanese electronic industry -- entry into the future" that I got at the book sale. a creepy awesome animation of man-in-outline walking amidst electronic devices-in-outline floating freely in space. someday soon the next wave of ephemeral film nostalgia will hit, and this will be acknowledged as a masterpiece of industrial video. mmm, gotta tape the a-team.

i was you
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the riverside jewel
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british sheep breeds
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we don't need no steenking accreditation from the national commision for cosmetology arts and sciences

Man Busted For Manicuring Without License

The manicure performed without a license was undertaken right outside the state Board of Barbering, Cosmetology and Esthetics office.

'The reason I'm doing this is because it's one of the harmless things I can do to prove that the law is unjust,' Fisher said. 'Without the government's permission, you can't do nails, hair, lot of other things.'

Fisher said his manicure movement was inspired by the movie 'Ghandi'

via no more mister nice blog under the heading I wish I'd wrote, "THIS EMERY BOARD KILLS FASCISTS"

just the way you are

just the way you are
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our cinematic history

watch nitrate film stock in all it's beautiful degradation, burning, alone, in a cinder block, and underwater!!

try this at home.

like drawings of bunnies with the water running

or so the spare childlike site of yuichiro fujimoto suggests. contemplative, lo-fi and Japanese.
via mystery and misery

the passion of joey patina

the passion of joey patina
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sita sings the blues

The Sitayana by Nina Paley

all the barbaras in the world

all the barbaras in the world
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The 48 Hour Film Project presents

ALL THE BARBARAS IN THE WORLD
A Gregorian musical.

starring Joey Patina
written by Jose Padua
directed by Pat Padua
produced by John Durgavich


Tues, May 3, 9:30pm

AFI SILVER THEATER
8633 Colesville Road
At the intersection of Colesville Road and Georgia Avenue
http://www.afi.com/silver/new/

TICKET SALES
$8

Tickets may be purchased online at
http://www.afi.com/silver/new/nowplaying/2005/v2i3/48hour.aspx

La la la la la, la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la la la la la la

Text Generator

I never spend much time in school but I taught ladies plenty. It's true I hire my body out for pay, hey hey. I've gotten burned over Cheryl Tiegs, blown up for Raquel Welch. But when I end up in the hay it's only hay, hey hey. I might jump an open drawbridge, or Tarzan from a vine. 'Cause I'm the unknown stuntman that makes Eastwood look so fine.

Hong Kong Phooey, number one super guy. Hong Kong Phooey, quicker than the human eye. He's got style, a groovy style, and a car that just won't stop. When the going gets tough, he's really rough, with a Hong Kong Phooey chop (Hi-Ya!). Hong Kong Phooey, number one super guy. Hong Kong Phooey, quicker than the human eye. Hong Kong Phooey, he's fan-riffic!

Barnaby The Bear's my name, never call me Jack or James, I will sing my way to fame, Barnaby the Bear's my name. Birds taught me to sing, when they took me to their king, first I had to fly, in the sky so high so high, so high so high so high, so - if you want to sing this way, think of what you'd like to say, add a tune and you will see, just how easy it can be. Treacle pudding, fish and chips, fizzy drinks and liquorice, flowers, rivers, sand and sea, snowflakes and the stars are free. La la la la la, la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la la la la la la, so - Barnaby The Bear's my name, never call me Jack or James, I will sing my way to fame, Barnaby the Bear's my name.

R.I.P. the Haze

WFMU's Beware of the Blog: He hunches in Heaven. Hasil Adkins dead at 67.

budapest

budapest
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She found eight olive-green eggs nestled between soft brown feathers and wondered where the parents were.

servant driest much tear wings flutter would castle shrouded chance waves

halberds gone lived lights scarcely
moderate prosperous separated

Dooro explained to Miena that this was actually a good thing because the more water the dam could hold back, the more water there would be to fill new canals and underwater plunge holes so necessary to escape enemies.

It wasn't long before he had freed her.

scientific method

scientific method
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things that are gone

things that are gone
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a few months ago several of these posters were hung in the entrance to the Capitol South subway station. once, next to "marriage works" , somebody added "gay" in magic marker. (doesn't the groom look gay? bearding works!) that didn't last long. I kind of miss these things and the reassurance they gave me that, hey, marriage works!

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mp3s - because i'm like that

and because I've finally unpacked records that had been boxed up for years. here are a few vinyl transfers (from long-oop titles) complete with surface noise and grounding problems:

ambitious lovers - let's be adult

arto lindsay once described himself as "james brown trapped in the body of don knotts." this shoulda-been-a-hit is from envy, the first album by ambitious lovers, in which arto married the noise of dna with what would become the tropical funk that made the bulk of his 90's solo work.


bunk dogger - french lessons

a uk pub-rock satirist was bunk dogger. actually, I don't know who he is/was (and google isn't any help), but this was one of a few dogger airs that got played on whfs back when it was 102.3 and "alternative" wasn't just another buzz word. "french lessons" has that elusive quality of much great art from lolita to the office: the ability to produce pleasure and discomfort at the same time. what *is* his tone here? the first-person narrator affects a ridiculous french accent and pines over an underage english schoolgirl, a gaggle of whom are pictured on the cover of the accompanying album, first offence. but what could have been simply a charming ballad fit for the benny hill show turns into a minor tragedy; the narrator may camp up his role as lech, but the schoolgirl plays it straight and disaffected; the alienated younger generation defeats her melodramatic elder, whose affected accent cannot hide the unrequited longing to hear those chimes at midnight again. there is a world of emotion in this silly song, all of which I of course recognized when I first heard this song at the tender age of thirteen.

establishing shot

establishing shot
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cherchez le chien

aloof
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click on dog for a slideshow.

i learned how to laugh and i learned how to cry

i learned how to laugh and i learned how to cry
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the trilogy

the trilogy
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mani

from a paparazzi site.

dog

dog
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blood count

blood count
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the transit of venus

I stumbled upon these near 14th and Vermont in an area teeming with hotels, and not far from the headquarters of the washington post. the shoe is in situ, but the bottle was laying on its side not two feet away. the imagination runs like a little girl, or stumbles and slurs like a really big girl. not pictured is the flower box right before this one, in which I found an empty can of vienna sausage. forensic analysis could determine if these three items are from related incidents.

you don't bring me slashed prices anymore

in the ny times: At a 21st Century Clothing Store, Music From the Poodle-Skirt Era

"'Let me give you some information,' one man said on the sales floor last week as Johnny Mathis's 'Chances Are' gently flowed over the speakers.

'The other day I heard something from the Mitch Miller era,' said the man, who like his co-workers did not want to be identified. 'I couldn't believe it. It was the pits.'

it burns

it burns
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pamela anderson, art lover

Pamela Anderson at Abstracts.net

March 28, 2001 - Liz Hurley tells the New York Daily News how she ended up spending the evening with Pamela, 'We had dinner last night and hit it off. Maybe we should do a movie together.' The paper also reports Pam dumped short-lived boyfriend Ed Ruscha via email as she explained, 'I only dated him for a short time.'

March 16, 2001 - The New York Post reports Pamela Anderson is now dating video producer Stavors Merjos. Pam even gave him a $25,000 Ed Ruscha painting for his birthday as well as throwing him a party in LA.

via a google search spurred by the discovery that i was the number 2 hit on a search for ruscha + britney.

Japanize your ass!

momus on japanese toilets.

establishing shot for murder she wrote

establishing shot for murder she wrote
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a hug would make my day

a hug would make my day
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he descended into hell:

he descended into hell:
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the blood of the everlasting covenant

e-paper

OSUG, a Japanese calligraphy game.
via Momus's column in design observer

blow-up

Still-Lovers artist's statement by elena dorfman:

What began for me as playful curiosity - how to photograph men having sex with 125 lbs. of a perfectly formed synthetic female - rapidly turned into a serious exploration of the emotional ties that exist between men and women and their dolls. This exploration forced me to evaluate my own notions of love and what it means to value an object - a replacement human being, in effect - as real.

the way you look tonight

the way you look tonight
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listen to meat:

memo from turner on diddy wah

unreleasesd M.I.A.

chanteuse babylon at blow up doll
via zombizi

new and boring

Andrew Cross's along some american highways is a beautiful study of asphalt hegemony.

apache

sally timms on the cinematic oeuvre of mariah, britney, et.al

dusted magazine on vashti bunyan and sally timms
approx via tuning (thx for the props!).

SHOWstudio

(pictured: make your own galliano)

The award-winning SHOWstudio website was launched in November 2000 by photographer Nick Knight as an online space for leading creatives to make experimental, personal work engaging with the new fields of motion image and interactivity. In its first three years, SHOWstudio has developed into a high-profile fashion broadcasting initiative with over 200 contributors including Kate Moss, Hussein Chalayan, Alexander McQueen, Björk, Julie Verhoeven and Yohji Yamamoto

dig into the film section for work by guy bourdin

PiL on American Bandstand

Public Image Ltd: Information From Answers.com

The teenage dance show American Bandstand was, circa 1980, entirely innocent of such things, with a history beginning with the likes of Frankie Avalon and extending to the mild end of '70s pop-rock. PiL's booking there revealed a latent fiendish streak in host Dick Clark. The band mimed to the bleak soundscapes of 'Poptones' and 'Careering,' from Metal Box, with Lydon haranguing the cameramen and making no effort to conceal that he was lip-synching. The studio audience made a valiant, but futile attempt to dance and stay in character, ruined by Lydon's good-humored incitements to storm the stage. General chaos broke out, and the show ended with the audience dancing with band members, band members goofing on their instruments, and Lydon chatting with fans while 'Careering' blared on. Clark, in later years, would refer to the appearance as 'One of the ten best American Bandstand episodes of all time.'

watch it here (20mb .zip)

it reeks of success

it reeks of success
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feel of it

feel of it
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o beautiful for steak

o beautiful for steak
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why do you hate freedom

why do you hate freedom
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air raid siren!

listen here

mieth v. monkey

from pbs:

HANSEL MIETH: VAGABOND PHOTOGRAPHER is the compelling tale of a pioneering woman photojournalist who created some of the most indelible images of America mid-20th century, but is in danger of being forgotten today. A German immigrant who arrived in this country in the midst of the Great Depression, she rose to become a celebrated LIFE magazine staff photographer, only the second woman to occupy that position. Armed with convictions, perseverance, and talent, Mieth courageously carved out a career in the male-dominated world of photojournalism at a time when very few women were accepted in the profession.

eBay as conceptual art

confessions of an eBay artist by guido catherine

eBay is a labyrinth of search words, doors, and links; it gives the opportunity for each and every participant to leave their mark, whether by bidding, listing or asking questions. With these thoughts, I realized I had started to weave a web in my little corner of eBay. I thus began to list items that would appeal not only to my friends, but also to strangers. It was to be an experiment in finding participants, perhaps collaborators, in projects which I would conceive.

My first such project was to wear an ugly shirt for 7 days starting at $.99...

harlan erskine - ten convient stores

artist's statement:

This project on the convenience store is concerned with the consumer culture of immediacy, 24-hour availability, information overload, and the loss of local identity. The images were made after midnight and photographed with a 4"x5" view camera in a straight-on objective style. I was influenced in equal parts by the German photographic team of Bernd and Hilla Becher’s straight shoots of industrial landscapes and Ed Ruscha’s 1963 book Twenty Six Gasoline Stations.

via conscientious

produce

produce
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despair

despair
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from the filmstrip WHAT EVERYONE SHOULD KNOW ABOUT FABRICS PART I

every building everywhere

Eric Etheridge: Ed Ruscha: Internet Search Pioneer

Shouldn't pop artist Ed Ruscha be getting some credit for A9's new block-view feature in its yellow pages. Four decades ago, Ruscha mounted a motor-driven 35mm camera on a car and drove up and down Sunset Boulevard in Los Angeles making the photographs that became his 1966 book Every Building on the Sunset Strip. The accordion-fold book was a literal, deadpan rendering of, well, every building on the Sunset Strip.

Now the folks at A9 have mounted digital cameras and GPS units on SUVs to photograph every commercial building in ten cities (so far), including Los Angeles.

via things.

free florence henderson!

WSJ.com - Rock's Oldest Joke: Yelling 'Freebird!' In a Crowded Theater

Kevin Matthews is a Chicago radio personality who has exhorted his fans -- the KevHeads -- to yell 'Freebird' for years, and claims to have originated the tradition in the late 1980s, when he says he hit upon it as a way to torment Florence Henderson of 'Brady Bunch' fame, who was giving a concert.

via tuning

The History of Footwear: Rock Shoes 1956-1990

Rock Fashion

portraits by alec soth

via gallery hopper.

sway

sway
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daily commute

daily commute
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i can sing for miles

She opened her mouth and the Who came out

''Petra Haden Sings: The Who Sell Out." The title is mind-bogglingly accurate; this is a homemade one-woman a capella re-creation of the Who's 1967 album. Haden, the daughter of jazz bassist Charlie Haden, sings every word, every drum roll, every guitar solo, and every mock commercial, note for note, front to back.

a dyin' can o' that commodity meat

a dyin' can o' that commodity meat
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disclaimer

disclaimer
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hulk hogan foam hand

an ebay auction won by user "brittneymurphyfan4life". i love america.

bob o'connor

bob o'connor took this. dag.
via conscientious.

kindergarten cop it's not -- one star! in blue

kindergarten cop it's not -- one star! in blue
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from the found footage festival.
via wfmu's beware of the blog

art

the gates
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The gates added a layer of visual intrigue to the already pleasant view of a snow-covered Central Park at night. The best place I found to look at the gates was at the zoo entrance - the light was strong and wind ruffled the curtains. They're alright.

At the Whitney. Tim Hawkinson is a sculptor. A few years ago I saw his Uberorgan, a huge biological model gone mad constructed from parachute material and pipes that sprawled through a maze of rooms and made foghorn sounds controlled by a kind of player-piano type "computer" base. That was in a Tribeca gallery, but for this retrospective the Uberorgan is on view at the Whitney's sculpture garden.

A huge aluminum-foil hanging is cut and contoured to look like an elephant skin. A ten-foot square panel looked like a pane of shattered glass, but the patterns were made of what must have been miles of silver mylar tape arranged to look like broken glass. He can work on a smaller scale too. A tiny sculpture of a pterodactyl is one of a series made from fingernail clippings. The guy has *lots* of time on his hands (and/or patient hired assistants). I have to admire somebody who can make something constructive out of OCD.

I just didn't get Cy Twombly. There's abstraction that seems chaotic or simple but is really quite beautiful and technically accomplished - Pollock, say, looks like a mess but his stuff is so dense and dynamic. Twombly's drawings really do look like a kid's random crayon scrawlings. Really. A friend and I took a first pass through those galleries, but on our way out a tour guide was leading a group through the show and we went through again, just to hear what the hell this guy was about. He's anti-technique, anti-composition (how?!) His graffiti-like "chalkboard" paintings are about the "contamination of space," an idea I can get with. He uses bright colors to seduce - at least that's what the guide and a sympathetic fellow in the tour group said, but I think he uses the tools of seduction - splashes and streaks of color, especially a deep slutty red - to turn you off. It's like a woman applying makeup really, really badly, not just too much but in places where it doesn't belong.

Twombly's recent paintings work more like "conventional" abstract impressionism, with bright and pretty colors applied in an abstractly appealing fashion. I guess these are more seductive, but I found them less interesting - his work was more intriguing when it tried to push you away. But I'm weird like that.

trike with raisins

trike
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