mongolian death worm

I wanted to listen to Jamaican music while I cleaned, and, apparently, a couple in Israel took it upon themselves to make a proper video for Bam Bam by Sister Nancy in their free time in their apartment in their underwear. The American flag boxing gloves are a nice touch.



The Mongolian Death Worm might exist and apparently it hates yellow.

I've posted this set of polaroids before, but it's something I myself often revisit. In short, he took a polaroid a day for 18 years. If you pay it nominal attention and follow it through to the conclusion, I challenge you not to be the least bit moved. Sometimes I leaf through them over coffee or look up that particular day's date, usually reverse annually; sometimes, it's certain holidays or one of those few times where I know where I was back when. He was here on my 21st birthday.



I've had this link to coffee that's expensive because it's been run through a jungle sitting around for a long time. I don't want to delete it, because the informative graphic demonstrating the process makes me laugh. We should put this image in one of those interplanetary time capsules that used to be fashionable to shoot out into the darkest recesses chock-full of goodies for our extraterrestrial neighbors. You know, just to fuck with them.



bottles of knots


This was my weapon of choice.


They're all deaf.


Tenderfoot sweetheart.


Giraffa Camelopardalis.


Oh god, zoom in.


I know I've linked to ma-i-na-ku-ma-na before, but, come on...



The red in that Michetti reminds me of the red in this picture.


I found this while looking for alchemical notations to steal for use as design elements in my post-ironic t-shirt line.


It's getting to be that it's not a post around here until I link to some East Asian graphic design...


I like big butts.

jam vs. jelly

I spent the day practicing Japanese and Russian folk songs on the ukulele; I can't help but play any instrument I pick up like a banjo: regardless and understandably, the e-perusal has been spurious and fairly directionless. Case in point, Nick Cave (no, not that one...).

I'm thinking about getting a dog. I just wish I knew how well it would respond to being drawn on... drawn upon? adrewn? (the dog is paper and I want to write on it)


My favorite thing in the world when I was 11-years-old was a copy of The Collected Works of Jules Verne. The image of the argonauts in the 20,000 Leagues under the Sea was transcendent to my mostly prepubescent mind. I was already completely mad for Greek mythology and knew Bullfinch's like the back of my hand, and was, consequently and wholly, charmed to have these magical as-yet-unheard of creatures jump out of a woodcut and land in my lap. The video of them here is silent, so play them both at once, if you would.



these are dandy

I'd always known Mort Künstler for his Civil War illustrations; I was unaware of his awesomely pulpy work until I saw this painting called Sweet Lips Cove. I shit you not.


Seven years ago, someone with a polaroid moved to New York: this was his first week in the city.


It is and always has been the city, in my mind.

and our regular roundup of video content. In a half-hearted jab at thematic and conceptual continuity, I'd started researching the classic comics that instilled in me a nascent appreciation for dadaist absurdity and insouciant surreality. Winsor McCay is high on the list.



Oy! I've got such a crush on Abigail Washburn. I mean, such a crush.




I've always liked this Rosetta song because it's subdued, by her normally jumpy-shouty standards.

so much for that hat

It's late on Friday and I'm listening to cartoons and destroying a pint of coconut sorbet and an over-sized handful of cherries. I haven't thought of a theme for Saturday, but I'd like to start fresh and unceremoniously unload the links I've stumbled across, this week that was. Mooooooooooooooooooogs! (If that didn't sound like a cow in your head, award yourself 10 Canadian Cool Kid Points)


Do take a minute to listen to a god particle decay.


I need to come visit.


Long Fin Killie (TV on the Radio for the early 90s)



While we're on music, this site makes nice mixes for all occasions.


I want to touch this art so bad.



The beautiful women of Belgium.


And, alternately, for the ladies.


Seriously gorgeous big pictures of little bugs.



I can't reconcile the expense of the marimba that is also a storage chest, but that doesn't stop me from trying to talk myself into buying the marimba that is also a storage chest.


God bless ornamental typography.

early and I can't sleep

Sorry I've been all-business and stingy with the chatty, but, today, it's early and I'm uncaffienated, so I'm doing you a favor by keeping my trap shut. It's a little early to go full-maniac, but why the fuck not...



That's lots to deal with, early on a Sunday. I'm going to have to cash in my breather right out of the gate; I recommend the woman's house turban for a go-go-maniac cool-down.


Joel Robert Harris: a life in doodles.


The floor isn't half-bad either.


Vintage Russian posters.


Alexei Vella.


Nick Knight.


This is becoming a bit of an ART/FASHION parade...


I like the color splashes.


Cutaway Views... (pink panther)


I got an exacto knife because I wanted to cut out some pictures. Kako has some serious knife skills.


More Russian graphic design, board game edition.


Tentacles are something which I often doodle.


Drawing with a stick in the sand.


I thought this list of reasons for adopting an old dog instead of buying a puppy was funny because, in an ideal world, these would apply to people as well.






via Kahlo

quickly, before coffee

NYC, to me, is seedy and aflame.

I can't start by saying if-you-were-a-fox, so I'll just say this-is-so-you.


Ta-daaaa.


Iain Crawford.


Agru used to work here...


This need to be a rooooooom.



I need a vacation.


Radio.


Cutaway views.


Look for the ant colony.


Love her.



I wish I had a better hand-style.


Bust out your hairbrush and sing.



OK. The coffee situation has drawn to a head. I need to run to the corner. I'll be back in a bit.