Monthly Archives: March 2008

chopsticks, tofu, and street art


yeah that’s an installation.  I don’t know how the hell he makes them so realistic, but they’re really…unsettling.  some of them are more whimsical than others:


then he does awesome stuff with what looks like…cellophane? packing tape?



this guy is awesome.


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how stupid do you think we are?


go back to myspace, seriously.

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unambitious dragons!

perfect.  just amazingly well-done.

david sedaris delivers a pizza:

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what? a post not linking to some other (more interesting) site?

I have to say, I feel justified in my being pretty impressed with myself when I can cook a perfect steak (rare, but not too bloody) under any circumstances—even when being heckled and distracted by a peanut gallery who have availed themselves to cheap wine and marginally more expensive beer.


in any case, today has been a day of victory:

  • final for “ubiquitously” lame class was surprisingly easy and I feel that a 75% confidence in passing said class is reasonable
  • quarter is finished, my hopes are high for my new classes (US Popular Cultures, Contemporary Architecture, and as-of-yet unknown third class)
  • Going home, which will probably be mildly dreary but has the advantage of having family and a number of friends, neither of whom I have seen since January

overall positivity is the name of the game.

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polar opposite art

okay, I just got back from (hopefully) dominating my american studies final (three hour writing marathon, hope my TA loves to read!) and I have no segway into this update so here it is:

I would like you, dear parents wide and growing readership, to check out two artists that address subjects that couldn’t be more dissimilar: the absurdity of pop-culture and life in war-torn Afghanistan…

first, we have Brandon Bird, who incidentally is a UC Santa Cruz Alumni, though that’s not how I discovered his work. I actually don’t remember how I came across him, but in any case, virtually every piece he has on his site has made me laugh. I have a strong weakness for the absurd (but not overly silly!), and this guy is nothing if not that:

his descriptions can be pretty golden, too:

Here, raw sexual aggression is symbolized by the sperm whale, while the squid acts as a thinly-disguised metaphor for the multi-armed oligarchies of Rockefeller, Hearst, and Morgan. Their battle plays against the backdrop of the sea, standing in for–what else?–the vastness of the unconscious mind.

And now, just to make Bird’s work look even more playful and trite by comparison, the photographer Fazal Sheikh:


the collection, “The Victor Weeps,” brings together Sheikh’s stark landscape photography, documenting contemporary ruins that seem to be at the brink of desert reclamation, various pieces of Afghani poetry and a long narrative of his own personal history and relationship with the war-torn country, his portraiture, and possibly the most striking (and disturbing) of all, several drawings by Afghani children. These rough sketches imply a close familiarity with death, who has taken the form of anti-personnel mines, a widespread problem since the war with the USSR in the 1970s. I can’t even begin to comment on the project as a whole, because it is so lengthy (indeed, it was published as a full-sized book) I haven’t even come close to appreciating all of it. But from what I’ve seen I can say without doubt that it is a powerful, powerful piece of art, history, and humanity.

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obvious finals-related procrastination


Michael Chabon pens, “An essay in unitard theory,” in a recent New Yorker, discussing the phenomenon of comic-book superhero attire, and the rich symbolism within. It’s an interesting article, and he keeps it from become too abstract and pretentious by including, throughout and primarily with a vignette that closes the essay, thoughts on how his childhood was shaped by such fantastical characters. The whole article is worth reading, but I really liked this passage (especially the end, which I found a particularly effective analogy), which follows commentary on the futility of those who attempt to recreate their favorite superhero’s costume for various festivals and conventions:

This sad outcome even in the wake of thousands of dollars spent and months of hard work given to sewing and to packing foam rubber into helmets has an obvious, an unavoidable, explanation: a superhero’s costume is constructed not of fabric, foam rubber, or adamantium but of halftone dots, Pantone color values, inked containment lines, and all the cartoonist’s sleight of hand. The superhero costume as drawn disdains the customary relationship in the fashion world between sketch and garment. It makes no suggestions. It has no agenda. Above all, it is not waiting to find fulfillment as cloth draped on a body. A constructed superhero costume is a replica with no original, a model built on a scale of x:1.

Now playing: Iron & Wine – Freedom Hangs Like Heaven

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zoos are extreme


so the commission charged with investigating the tiger escape incident at the SF Zoo a few months ago recently released its official report. It’s a pretty gripping read, and it’s written in very formal, objective language that makes for some wholly unintentional hilarity-though-understatement. Example:

“Zookeeper (Anthony Brown), the shooting team member on site, is leaving the zoo for the day and over hears the 911 “first aid” call on the zoo radio. He asks Alan if he should stay and is told no, so he departs to check out.”

“From the fire hydrant near rhino, Howe sees a tiger from her golf cart outside of the exhibit at Nyala Picnic Area path intersection near the Lion House grottos. She calls over the radio “Code 1 Tiger”. Zookeeper (Anthony Brown) reconsiders decision to leave for the day…”

Yeah, you know, I think I would reconsider too. The full report is available here.

Now playing: Røyksopp – Röyksopp’s Night Out

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