Thursday, November 27, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
I love Ham Radio. I had a license to transmit Morse code back in my scouting years (only, the early 1980's, honest.) The memories of the nights I spent tuning, ever-so-lightly, the WWII aircraft receiver across bands and bands of chaotic jamming, unknown languages and frantic dots and dashes are some of my fondest. My room lit by the radio's single lightbulb (painted half read so as not to illuminate the cabin of the airplane to which it originally belonged). Warmth flooding off the tube-driven voltage converter.
Albeit stripped of most of these tactile elements that made DXing really great, a tunable online shortwave receiver is available courtesy of the the amateur radio club ETGD at the University of Twente.
Best listened to late at night, in a dimly lit room via headphones. There's also an amazing book about the life of one OM called Hello World (previously).
Posted by Unknown at 3:07 PM
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
I've been collecting cocktail napkins for some time now.
The naive nudes, the hand-drawn typography and the absolute corn beneath my glass of rye make me yearn for simpler times and a stronger liver.
This is just the tip of the iceberg. There are more to follow, so subscribe to the feed for updates as they happen.
Posted by Unknown at 11:45 AM
Before clicking on the title link, hold onto your jaw and visit Today and Tomorrow's coverage of this installation. Be patient, it's worth it.
Posted by Unknown at 9:01 AM
The DVD for Wild Combination just became available yesterday. I'm pretty excited to see this film which up til this point has had very limited showings.
Arthur Russell was first and foremost an absolute perfectionist. His primary passions were his voice and his cello, but he forayed into many musical styles. People keep talking about the timelessness of his music and influence. It's not surprising that something so saturated and honed by one man's emotion should be timeless and beautiful. It's also not surprising that that immense attention, could cause someone to retreat deeply into themselves.
An Iowa farmboy; devoted Buddhist; and contemporary of David Byrne, Phillip Glass, Allen Ginsberg; Russell provided Sire Records with their first disco single in 1978. But, what really strike me are his minimal private pieces, just he and his cello, like Terrace of Unintelligibility :
YouTube video (part 1)
YouTube video (part 2)
There's a great interview with director Matt Wolf and the trailer clip over at Fecal Face.
Posted by Unknown at 7:46 AM
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
The First Lady hates that we live so close to the railroad. She claims it is because of the noise. I think it's because she catches a twinkle of wanderlust in my eye every time the train whistle blows.
Who is Bozo Texino? is a sootily shot documentary about the grease crayon hobos who have been marking up boxcars for the past 50 years. In particular, film maker Bill Daniel's quest for the true identity of one of the most prolific artists, Bozo Texino.
Posted by Unknown at 11:20 AM
This caught our eye as we were heading to The Grotto of Redemption last month. This is also just down the road from Britt Iowa, annual home of the National Hobo Convention. Imagine the amazing Logan's Run themed birthday one could have here.
(515) 987-7441 or (515) 771-3647
Very modern 5,500 square foot house locally known as the "Pyramid Home". 5 bedrooms (6 double/queen beds), 2 1/2 bathrooms. Lake view, AC, washer/dryer, attached garage, 2 grills and picnic table available. Formal dining room and living room with fireplace and surround sound, modern kitchen with dishwasher, microwave and large refrigerator (2nd refrigerator in garage). Kitchen is also equipped with plates, glassware, silverware and basic pots & pans. 3rd level of the home features multiple windows on all 4 walls and glass pyramid-like structure at the pinnacle of the ceiling. Public boat access and 200 foot dock nearby (call for status of dock). Weekly rental is $1,750 during summer months, with longer stays qualifying for discount. Off season rent negotiable.
Posted by Unknown at 7:52 AM
Monday, November 17, 2008
Back in the day, a small but extremely diverse community of technophiles figured out how to hack into the worlds's network of pay phones in order to talk for free and hold international chat conferences. They were the original hackers and there stories are incredible. From Viet Nam vet, Captain Crunch's exploits with a cereal premium, to born blind, Joe Engressia - a.k.a "The Whistler" later Joy Bubbles, who telephonecast his platform of Eternal Childhood Spirituality daily, and a couple of guys named Steve Jobs and Steve Wozniak. Interested in Phone Phreaking or not, these clicks, clacks and conversations are great background music to a day's typing at the computer.
Recordings of these pioneers' phone trips have been compiled HERE.
Recordings of these pioneers' phone trips have been compiled HERE.
Posted by Unknown at 11:08 PM
Many of you who have camped with me, have commented on my former cap. One that was so greasy from my self-basting noggin that it remained moist through entire winters of hook hung disuse. I loved that hat. Yet . . . well . . . I willingly cast my trusty old chapeau, so full of my genetic material that it was more like a parasitic twin than an article of clothing, into a blazing funeral pyre after laying ownership to the magnificent cap pictured above.
It's a super old fitted cap of canvas wool and a little simulated rabbit with just a teasing edge of a manufacturers label stitched into its innards.
I'm not going to josh you about not knowing what this hat is really designed for. I know it's for the safety and style conscious deer hunter who wants to be safe in the woods and who also wants to look unlike a dufus while walking down the street.
However, I have dubbed this hat my drinking buddy for it serves an additional, more beneficial service, when perched upon my head at the local watering hole. Just a quick, upfront conversation and demonstration with the barkeep makes both of our jobs easier. He can be made instantly aware of my need for a cold one with out frequently asking and I can keep my machine gun pace of drinking up unmolested.
It's quite simple. My hat maintains it's placid green hue while I am sated, consuming a barley pop. But, once I fear that I may be getting a bit too close to the bottom of the bottle, the cap takes on an enraged, thirsty crimson color, alerting the barkeep that the fragile peace of my end of the bar is in jeopardy should I not find myself in posession of a replacement beer, tout de suite.
I love my new hat.
Posted by Unknown at 2:32 PM
An amazing costume from one of my cryptozoologically aroused friends here in Minneapolis, Rob Franks. Hearing him tell the story of this 30 year dream come true is incredible. You find yourself alongside a young franks sitting agape in a dark movie theater as simian hordes on horseback harvest feral humans. You share the immence teenage yen for thousands of dollars of Hollywood caliber prosthetics and makeup. You shudder with a full-grown Franks as he clicks the purchase button, closing the deal on an unbelievable $45 worth of foam and latex, that turn birng his dream into reality.
From Rob's Blog: Blogfoot
There you have it. I really enjoyed doing it, as "Planet of the Apes" has been an obsession of mine since I was a wee lad. And the pieces moved really well together - I was able to drink many beers easily (using a straw), and even managed to eat nachos and two corn dogs. And undergoing this whole process, which allowed me to accurately duplicate something that landed with a thud in my young brain and never left, cemented a certain thought in my head. And that thought is this:
The world has never been in a shittier state, but it has never been greater, either.
What I mean by that is: War, famine and strife seem to be our constant companions. Our economy is in the crapper. Weather systems grow increasingly more extreme, harsh and destructive. Greed runs rampant and colors our every move, and our government rushes to bail-out bankers who made stupid decisions of their own accord while the ranks of the homeless, unemployed and uninsured swell. And yet - I can click a button on my computer, and for a mere $45 someone will mail me a foam facial appliance of a chimpanzee that utilizes the same technology that somebody used to win an Academy Award with back in 1969. Amazing.
Getting in touch with your inner chimp from Blogfoot.
Ape Lincoln on IMDB.