Also.
Scholars Discover 23 Blank Pages That May As Well Be Lost Samuel Beckett Play
And so on.
Also.
Scholars Discover 23 Blank Pages That May As Well Be Lost Samuel Beckett Play
And so on.
Scorpio October 24 – November 21
A gunslinger will come to town and promise on his mother’s grave to put you in a box in the ground, but he will turn out to be the colorful, well-armed architect you hired to build your subterranean mansion.
The Onion horoscopes. So true.
Great article today on TMN about loopholes.
“We’re supposed to believe that the guy genuinely thought he was being asked if he had multiple anuses and answered with an enthusiastic ‘yes!’”
Beautiful aerial 360 degree panoramas – taken with the aid of a kite. Check out McCaigs and Slains Castle.. wow. Seen at Coudal.
An interesting method of diagramming song structures visually – The Shape of Song. It’s based solely on repeated phrases of notes though, I believe. Via Coudal.
Beaver overthinking dam.
“I’m more of an integration-minded postmodernist. I don’t believe that form should follow function, like most of my colleagues do. On the other hand, a dam is a celebration of beaver culture, and that is what it should reflect.”
I spent all day yesterday over at the offices of United States Artists, where I oversaw the installation of a large digital mural I created in collaboration with Pablo Maida. Pablo is the architect for the space, a very nice interior buildout, and he worked with the client, USA, to get me the commission to create this permanent installation. Ed and Tracy over at Warner Center Signs cut the vinyl and installed it. Its huge, and very lovely. 30 feet wide with half-inch tall text, cut out of gold/bronze vinyl. When you step back from the wall, or as you step into the office space, it resolves into an image of trees and foliage.
Photos are up at our flickr page.
On a more uplifting note… David Horvitz, my studio assistant and former UCR student, dipped his balls in snow, then busted his camera. ???.
I know it is no longer Musical tuesdays…but here is some musical (sad) news. Saxophonist Jackie McLean died last Friday. He founded the African American Music department (now called the Jackie McLean Institute of Jazz) at the Hartt School, part of Univeristy of Harford, where Jeremy, J, Ethan and I all met. (In fact Ethan went to Hartt.) McLean was burried in the Bronx.
I’ll meet your Leningrad and raise you some Red Elvises.. Russian flavored surf rock that I have witnessed my very self down at Santa Monica Pier. Very nice, and they have a big red bass!