That Old Time Premiscuous New Art
Harpers has a great essay up by Jonathan Lethem. It covers a wide range of topics from artistic appropriation to copyright law: Blues and jazz musicians have long been enabled by a kind of “open...
View ArticleSweet Chocolate Jesus!
Jesus made of food is bad but Jesus as food is… holy? No wonder I don’t get religion: NEW YORK (AP) — A planned Holy Week exhibition of a nude, anatomically correct chocolate sculpture of Jesus Christ...
View ArticleA Future made of Steam and Rivets
Warren Ellis asks an intriguing question: Is it possible that steampunk is making a comeback as acquiescence to the notion that our more recent apparently plausible models of the future will never come...
View ArticleSteampunk Blog
I stumbled upon Brass Goggles while looking at these magnificent adding machines on Boing Boing Gadgets.
View ArticleDasvidanya, 2007!
Via Boing Boing, a collection of Soviet era holiday cards. I like this one because it reminds me of Maurice Sendak’s In the Night Kitchen. Happy Holidays, Comrades!
View ArticleI Humbly Submit My Name for the Position
I can only hope Obama takes this consideration to heart because if there is one job I was born for, it’s Secretary of the Arts: A call for President-elect Barack Obama to give the arts and humanities a...
View ArticleWhat I’ve Been Doing For the Last Month
Sorry for the lack of interesting content but for most of the last month or so I’ve been spending every spare moment prepping my book. Above is the final cover, and as you can see I’ve gone back to the...
View Article‘Scuse me While I Whip This Out
This has gotten way out of hand. The Birther nonsense was amusing at first, in a surrealist, after dinner game sort of a way. “The president is a secret Muslim from Kenya!” has Andre Breton’s...
View ArticleHappy Halloween
A little early still I know but it’s feeling decidedly Hallowed here in Oregon, with the wind and the rain and the cool weather. I’ve been a bit scarce in these Intertube-related parts and the image...
View ArticleIt Neither Picks My Pocket Nor Breaks My Leg
Apparently some grumpy French film critics have gotten themselves worked into a tizzy over Terrence Malick’s new film. To which I say, who the fuck cares? In a world where Michael Bay gets the GNP of a...
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