Monday, April 25, 2011

hey yourself

Spring Cleaning, hard and fast. This slate is dirty.

From an half-informed anthropological standpoint, speaking in tongues in the context of teeny windowless backwoods churches like this can and does come across as creepy, to be generous. It makes me think about how rad some pagan rites must have been before christians turned them into easter.



Edgard Varèse said the modern-day composer refuses to die. There's a ton of recordings of classical composers that remains listenable here.


Movie Barcodes







Miscellaneous illuminated manuscripts


I could flip through fashion plates for days. The essays on fashion theory here are interesting, but it leads my mind to wonder about theoretical fashion.


In the iconography of iconography, there is a better symbol for a generic star than מָגֵן דָּוִד
That one already means something.

It's the Star of Goloka, the residence of Krishna, a world of cows in which he performs his grand cosmic play, or something along those lines. I don't know. Freud said that sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.

I'mma 'bout to drop some science.


Chinese opera masks, all day.


Mark Twain is one of my favoritest Americans.


Rock


Eyes



How the pin-up sausage gets made


This is one of my favorite rabbit-holes.


no jazz flute


a place in case the world just ends





Anita Berber


paper letters


abandoned Russian place


this is all nails


These are like a visual Turing test. Which are robots?


oh my god. it's full of stars.


These watermelons are made of paper.


nocturnal onion towers


unstuffed animal rugs


Suehiro Maruo is Japanese and creepy. I remember poring over his stuff on old John Zorn albums as a teenager.


Tinker to Evers to Chance


I will make it to Carnival someday.


every cassette ever... seriously. every.



nomadak tx 1 from tuva on Vimeo.


I'm glad it's Spring.


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