Tuesday, November 13, 2007
And you look at it and you say, “Wow, what a load of horseshit.”
But then there’s this guy. And this guy loves this load of horseshit. Why? Well, really, who knows? What possesses someone to love a load of horseshit? It’s beyond your understanding and possibly you don’t actually want to know, even if you could know; maybe it’s one of those “on that path lies madness” things. But love it he does, and he’s not the only one; the admiration for this particular load of horseshit exists, unaccountably, far and wide. There are advocates for this load of horseshit.
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Friday, November 02, 2007
Thursday, November 01, 2007
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Boston Museum, USA (1990): Art Robbery $300 Million
This has become known as the United States largest art robbery. Two men figured the best way to break into the Boston Museum of Art was simply to knock on the door and walk in.
Early one morning, two men dressed as police officers, knocked on the door of the Boston Museum. Although not carrying weapons the two fake cops overpowered the two security guards and tied them up. They proceeded to take $300 million worth of art works by Rembrambt, Degas and Vermeer. They also swiped an ancient Chinese beaker.
Before they left they also stole the security tapes.
It turned out that the museum was not insured. The paintings have still not turned up and no one has yet been charged with a crime.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
_-_Baron_von_M%C3%BCnchhausen_(1862)_-_009.jpg)
I also felt a bit mean telling people looking at the Daniel Johnston cartoons that Johnston actually gets these drawn by a 14 year-old in Hong Kong who's only paid $5 per drawing, and that Johnston, far from being some kind of outsider artist, is in fact an advertising man working on Madison Avenue (which happens to be the Whitney's address).
History of the unreliable narrator.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Saturday, September 08, 2007
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Natural law mocks the reductionist. Artists mock our human ego to its foundation but only for the brain chemistry that comes with elitist satisfaction. Feigning anthropocentric distance, posthumans practice fluidity of self-definition. We are the studying machines made of meat, worms on two feet, bacterial bioreactors, and overgrown drosophila; there is no human. Certainly there is no superior spectacularity of essential humanity. We love dross and sculpt to refine our aesthetics. These days that includes sculpting our kindred. We are breeding for pleasure in a world of hurt. Our children will be posthuman but not superhuman. Bodily enhancement suffers the same pangs as other aesthetic qualms… passé-ism includes all versions of human being. And we are proud not to be proud.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Monday, June 04, 2007
Yeah, that's about the size of it...
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
"It was like the homosexuals were actually reaching into my chest cavity and squeezing my heart," Falwell recounted. "I started praying, 'Lord, smite the homosexuals,' but they wouldn't let go. Bastards have a helluva' grip. Must be from all that cock grabbing they do."
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Sunday, May 06, 2007
Monday, April 30, 2007
Friday, April 27, 2007
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
You wanna fix this gun control bullshit, just make damn sure that everyone's packing....
