A daily miasma of frivolity by two wanna-be cultural critics. Or: just, like, some good links, dude.

Author Archives: Mark Twain, probably

Fishing Using Game Boy Pocket Sonar

Fishing Using Game Boy Pocket Sonar

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Puerto Rico takes big step towards US statehood

Puerto Rico takes big step towards US statehood

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PUUqtR1czAM

A while ago I was having a bit of angrytime, so friendpal and generally Swedish individual Mattias sent me some Spyro Gyra to help chill me out. This worked quite well, actually, as Spyro Gyra is rather high on my “I NEED TO BE HAPPY RIGHT THIS SECOND” music list.

The song he sent me was “Bob Goes to the Store” from their 1986 album Breakout, and I’m sharing it with you all now.

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Middle-Earth in Statistics

Middle-Earth in Statistics

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Monk in an MRI

Monk in an MRI

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Wikipedia: Alfred Chicken

Wikipedia: Alfred Chicken

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Did you know that Dennis Hopper was a photographer? I had no idea. According to Wikipedia, he painted, sculpted, and wrote poetry too, which is pretty cool.

But back to his photography. After he died in 2010, a collection of photos that were exhibited from 1969–1970 were found in his house. They’ve been collected and printed in the volume Dennis Hopper: The Lost Album and are also being exhibited in Berlin. Le Journal de la Photographie has more info and a selection of the photos.

The photo I’ve chosen for this post, “Double Standard,” was taken in Los Angeles in 1961.

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RedDyeNumber4’s Cuil Theory, narrated by Roy Kelly.

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Victoria Stanell for Beautylish:

As part of his newest exhibit at the Palais de Tokyo, French artist Fabrice Hyber sculpted a massive cubic meter of red lipstick sitting atop a cold cement slab. The sculpture, entitled “1M3 de beauté” is part of a larger exhibition called “Matières Premières” (raw materials) showing through the holidays.

So, uh, yeah. A cubic meter of lipstick.

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One of the coolest ideas I’ve ever heard in my life is, oddly enough, a bike trail. Specifically, the Route of the Hiawatha trail in northern Idaho. It gets that name not directly from a person or a poem, but rather the Hiawatha trains that ran along the Milwaukee Road railroad system while it used to operate.

If you’ve inferred that the bike trail has this name because it runs across the old railroad lines, you are correct. The photo accompanying this post is taken from the official gallery and shows some bikers going over one of the trestles. Just look at that.

Someone I met at a wedding I attended earlier this month was telling me about this trail. I don’t know how to ride a bicycle, but it really, really made me want to learn.

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