Friday, December 31, 2010

Lack of Excitement

Hey 2010,

Tale a look at this.

Talking Heads - Burning down the house
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What could be said about this year? Eh, not about that for bold indifference.

Could be worse.

Bring it on 2011!

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Why I Like Certain Dictators..

What happens when you mix the styles of Snoop Dogg...

And the styles, including numerous wigs, of Phil Spector?

While you might end up with the best rap producer of all time, you also end up with the glorious fashions of the great Libyan leader, Muammar Abu Minyar al-Gaddafi. 

All politics aside, you have to admit that the Brotherly Leader and Guide of the Revolution is probably one of the best dressed world leaders.  If you put a few sacks of hundred dollar bills, gold bars, and bikini clad women into the photograph above, you would have the makings of a great rap album cover. 

While I don't necessarily want to meet the leader himself, I have to say I have a dude crush on his style. I would love to meet his tailor. I also think it would be a great deal of fun to be there when he meets Kim Jong Il get together and have a naked dictator party. On occasion I hear they invite the pope to discuss how they keep their whites white. Of course, Lil' Kim Il tends to get a little pissy at these gatherings because Muammar has no need for platform shoes. 

Big Pimpin'... Yep, that's what everyone says when Muammar strolls down the streets of Tripoli. And rightfully so. Right now, you know what he is thinking? Muammar is thinking, I am one damn fine pimp and, so throw your hands in the air.

Like I said...Big Pimpin'...

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Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Every Once In a While...

Ideas run flat...And while posts like this are better suited for the microblog world of Twitter, the figurative plate of life has suddenly become full.

Funny how that works. As the year comes to an end and winter officially drears in, I figure context and perspective is always needed.

So I leave you with a few random images from the Tulean Dispatch, the newspaper published from the interior of the former Japanese American prison camp, Tule Lake.

These pieces of poetry and images are from the Holiday edition of the Dispatch and can only reflect was Christmas and the New Year must have been like behind barbed wire on American soil.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Repeating Images: Two Views of Extinction

My love of taxidermy finds me in conflict with a belief in conversation. While hunting for food is fine with me, hunting for trophy is something I find somewhat troubling. Especially when the beasts that are killed are exceptionally rare.

Take, for instance, this trophy of a black rhino. As a work of art, I greatly appreciate the craftsmanship that went into preparing this mount. But I find it highly unreasonable as an object of sport. Without getting into the politics of it all, the numbers of this species dwindle down to a mere handful and soon it will vanish from the earth.

This imagined mount contrasts as my repeated image as a replica that could fool the untrained eye. While we have never laid eyes on an actual triceratops in real life, we can recreate the musculature of the body from the bare bones and create a reasonable facsimile. The model created, although composed of fiberglass, plastics, and steel and other material evokes the same feel of the rhino mount. 

Do we need a real hide to make a mount? Or can we fabricate the real thing in such a manner to deceive the untrained viewer? While the great white hunter and egoist will always pursue the rare and exploit what will be exploitable, can we placate what them with models? 

If you think about it, good taxidermy is a model of real life--nature preserved in a moment to look still alive. It isn't a dis-articulated skeleton and we know when it looks fake. Perhaps we need life-model-decoys in death.
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Monday, December 20, 2010

Some Images Belong on the Side of a Chevy Van...

Who says museum artwork can't kick ass? Because this image of a prehistoric dog attacking a prehistoric antelope with a slingshot-horn on its nose is one of the most METAL things I have encountered ever.

Not only does it scream to be airbrushed on to the side of an upholstered travel van using the the blood of cattle and angle dust, it also has two skulls.... In 3-fucking-D.  The sound of this image is double-kick-drum and bass tuned to D. These are the things that elementary school PTAs try to keep away from neighborhoods if they were found on t-shirts and album covers, but in a museum it is perfectly acceptable. 

Me, I call it magic.

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Saturday, December 18, 2010

Repeating Images: Bear Skulls and Triceratops Skulls

On my trip to recent trip to Bozeman, I had a few simple goals beyond the one for which I had ventured to the town: see taxidermy, find a comic book store, play some pinball. Of course The comic scene was kind of sad and there was no pinball to be found for miles. Go fig. But I did manage to find some interesting taxidermy mounts. And I saw dinosaurs.

But it was only when I was reviewing my pictures of my venture did I find this odd piece for my occasionally updated theme of "Repeating Images."

The first picture is of various bear skulls from the local hunters of the region. They are neatly displayed mounted in a polite row along a wall in an outdoors store in downtown Bozeman. While it is hard to see, each skull has a number and date on the top written into the skull with dark ink. As far as I can tell, it represents the date of the kill and the statistics of the animal.

The second image is from the Museum of the Rockies and it shows the morphology of triceratops' skulls from adolescence to adulthood. While writing on these fossils is would be forbidden, the paster casts used to preserve these specimen while they are in transport from field to museum or university for study are often scribbled upon with various stats and labels to identify the bones. 

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Speaking Out...Now Please Shut Up...

While right-wing christian evangelism might seem like a new phenomenon, it has in fact been present for decades. They didn't have the mega-churches they have today. 

I find it funny to think that they relied on the same tactics of leaflets and pamphlets of the Leftist intellectuals and agitators. A few minor changes and this particular pamphlet by Billy James Hargis could pass for an issue of Cometbus. However, the rhetoric would not match up.

So as I head off to a more conservative portion of the country, I have to remember, that I need to keep my smart-ass mouth shut. I could get my butt whooped...For chirst.
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Monday, December 13, 2010

Fossil of Oregon...Not Fossil, Oregon

The process of fossilization is a time consuming task that takes millions of years to complete. The basic formula is thus, a carbon based life form dies in some type of muck, and instead of rotting away the more solid parts of the former living item are replaced by mineral deposits. 

In this case a tiny proto-Oregon died and was petrified into a rocky state. It rested undisturbed for millions and millions of years until pesky scientists found this odd fossil and thought, "Hey that looks like a very ancient version of the state of of Oregon..." And thus the scientists chipped this fossil out of rock and hung it up in a museum.

From what we can tell from this fossil of the early form of the state of Oregon, the borders were not well defined. And apparently there was a giant triangle that could we assume to be a primitive version of a mountain inside the this tiny fossil. Unlike dinosaurs and modern day reptiles, this fossil shows how Oregons actually evolved to be much larger than their prehistoric ancestors.

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Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Uncle Sam Fights at Pearl Harbor

A month before the actual attack on Pearl Harbor a coincidental comic was published by the long defunct publisher Quality Comics.

Comic Book Urban Legends posted about this story a while back on Comic Book Resources outlining the story and the odd happenstance of the tale. While the facts of the real event a month later diverge from the fancies of comic writers at the time, it is interesting to see how even then an ominous foresight was at hand. Of course it was the Japanese who attacked Pearl Harbor and the Spirit of America didn't stave off the attack.

Funny how these things work out.

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Monday, December 6, 2010

Waiting For Superman...Wait Not that One...

For today's post, I want to share some interesting pamphlets I found during a late season garage sale.

So for this cold day in December, let's remember what the holiday season is really about...Christian Propoganda.

While children in need of better education standards are waiting for their own Superman, early Christian propagandists/pamphlateers put out desperate cries for their own Superman. I think that they were waiting for Jesus, but who knows. Kind of like waiting for Godot or Guffman, Jesus never seems to be as timely as people seem to want.

But who really needs waiting when you could have "ACTUAL EXPERIENCES." These experiences for young Christian pamphlateers can include the experiences such as highway evangelism, hitch-hiking, and church. Sometimes you can't make these things up, they are just so wonderfully absurdist in their own right. And of course they show their age; no god-fearing contemporary evangelical would venture off of a hitch-hiking trek across town let alone via highway. 

Of course if this is too much for you, target the teen-ager. So Teen-Agers, well, you get the point. Kind of like a sharp stick in a un-lidded eye. Of course, contrary to the cover art, there will be no hand-holding with the opposite sex.

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Sunday, December 5, 2010

No Bull...

To hell with a thousand words, sometimes an awkward picture is worth a single blog post.

Note to self-referential self, ask for professional electric massager instead for the holidays.
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Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Holiday Gift Ideas

If you're like me, you probably are struggling to find the right gift for the various people in your life. So why not give them the gift of old awkward products from the past?

For Dad and Mom, you can get them this wonderful Two-Speed Massager. Take away all the stress of the work week. Make your scalp feel better. Feel extremely uncomfortable with ungrounded electrical devices meant for "Professional Use."

But since not everyone in the family is a gadget person, perhaps they may be in for a fun game of Bible Lotto. Yes, nothing spells fun like gambling and religion; televangelists have combined the worlds of virtue and vice for years, so why bring the tradition home?

My bet is on loaves and fishes every time.