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July 14 2017

July 12 2017

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58 Flavors (Parade Series), Grace Gardner (1920–2013), c. 1982 (via Josie Holford)

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U.S. Pavilion Expo ‘70, Isamu Noguchi, 1968 (via SFMOMA)

July 11 2017

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from the Wikipedia entry on Kawanabe Kyōsai:

Bake-Bake Gakkō (化々學校), or “School for Spooks”, by Kyōsai. In August 1872, the Meiji government decided to implement a system of compulsory education. In this caricature, both demons (above) and kappa (center) are learning vocabulary concerning their daily life. The former are taught by Shōki the demon queller, dressed in western-style uniform. Some goblins try to enter the school (below), but are blown away by the Wind God.

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“Ee ja nai ka” dancing scene, 1868

This image came via an eleven-tweet history lesson from Nick Kapur, which he used to imagine where climate change and inequality will lead us:

One terrifying aspect of climate change is the millenarianism that will certainly arise when the masses finally realize what’s happening. When people become convinced they have no more future, they become capable of almost anything. Witness the case of 19th century Japan. In 1860s, amid social and economic collapse of the Tokugawa shogunate, peasant protestors stopped demanding specific tax relief policies. Instead the demanded of wealthy elites merely that they “fix the whole world” (yonaoshi). When this impossible demand inevitably went unmet, they went on wild rampages, destroying the shops of wealthy merchants. In central Japan, farmers dropped their farmwork in the middle of the harvest season, and joined drunken mobs dancing from town to town. The dancing processions took on the aspect of a carnival, with drunken revelers wearing silly costumes or forgoing clothes entirely. [image above] They would smash their way into the homes of rich townfolk and demand food and liquor, destroying the house if they didn’t get it. All the while, they chanted “ee ja nai kai, ee ja nai ka,” perhaps best translated as “Who cares?” or more grimly, “Nothing matters.”

Pundits often say rich elites will be spared the worst of a climate apocalypse, but this is wrong. They will be first against the wall. If rich people were smart, they would be taxing themselves to the bone to stop climate change.

July 10 2017

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Flag of the Tiger Men - California Republic, Matt Leines:

This huge 3 foot by 5 foot fabric flag is from a 2008 show I had called The Righteous Age at the now defunct Clementine Gallery in New York. It is a signed and hand numbered edition of 50 and is printed using a dye release process. The design features a riff on the state flag of California, replacing the bear with a tiger and the “California Republic” text with the language of the indigenous peoples of the Tiger Men region. My apologies for not offering a direct translation, but I only took 3 years of it back in high school and I’m a little rusty. It can be easily hung on a wall through the metal grommets in each corner or even outside on a real flag pole. For a limited time only a few of the remaining flags are available here at a discounted price. Supplies are limited. This will look swell behind your couch.

Standards in a Non-standard Book

Keri Hulme, as “Preface to the First Edition” of The Bone People, 1984 (Emphasis through bold is mine.):

The Bone People began life as a short story called “Simon Peter’s Shell”. I typed it out on my first typewriter, nights after working in the Motueka tobacco fields. The typewriter was a present for my 18th birthday from my mother, but that’s another story.

“Simon Peter’s Shell” began to warp into a novel. The characters wouldn’t go away. They took 12 years to reach this shape. To me, it’s a finished shape, so finished that I don’t want to have anything to do with any alteration of it. Which is why I was going to embalm the whole thing in a block of perspex when the first three publishers turned it down on the grounds, among others, that it was too large, too unwieldy, too different when compared with the normal shape of novel.

Enter, to sound of trumpets and cowrieshell rattles, the Spiral Collective.

The exigencies of collective publishing demand that individuals work in an individual way. Communication with me was difficult—I live five hundred miles away, don’t have a telephone, and receive only intermittent mail delivery—so consensus on small points of punctuation never was reached. I like the diversity.

The editor should have ensured a uniformity? Well, I was lucky with my editors, who respected how I feel about … oddities. For instance, I think the shape of words brings a response from the reader–a tiny, subconscious, unacknowledged but definite response. “OK” studs a sentence. “Okay” is a more mellow flowing word when read silently. “Bluegreen” is a meld, conveying a colour neither blue nor green but both: “blue-green” is a two-colour mix. Maybe the editors were too gentle with my experiments and eccentricities. Great! The voice of the writer won through.

To those used to one standard, this book may offer a taste passing strange, like the original mouthful of kina roe. Persist. Kina can become a favourite food.

An explanatory dream: I am in an open windowed railway carriage, going slowly round some mountains. I say to an unknown friend, “Hey! These must be the Rimatakas,” and sure enough, across the pasty mountains rolls the inscription RIMUTAKAS 10,000 FEET HIGH, liquorice black on almond icing, and the carriage turns into a Club Room. The lady in charge has a smile hedged with teeth. “O yes, you can become a member. It’ll cost $10.” I offer a plastic card very bloody conscious I don’t have a dollar, let alone ten. I say, guiltily, whakama, “This jersey I’m wearing, the moth holes only came up now. It was really white before.” She smiles, and goes away into the dark. It really surprises me when she returns with a jug of beer and another smile for me and my friend. We all sit there, dozens of us, train rocking sadly, mountains cold, moth-holes, but not a squash court in sight.

Make of it what you will.

Kia ora koutou katoa.

July 09 2017

My early interest in plants and the natural world was very apparent to my parents, and they nurtured it gently by simply allowing me to do what I loved doing. There was no song and dance made about it, just the act of creating a space in which I could pursue my interest.
Dan Pearson (via selfdirectedlife)

July 07 2017

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“31 leaves (or sets of leaves) I saw on my 31st birthday p.s. @loveandradio is my favorite podcast for cutting things out -_-” —Jenny Odell

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Clover, Tateishi Harumi, 1934 (via Toyin Ojih Odutola)

July 05 2017

Every act of communication is a miracle of translation.
Ken Liu (via Sean Rose, cf. Gregory Rabassa’s “Every act of communication is an act of translation.”)

July 02 2017

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“Sam Rockwells Spacesuit from the awesome Moon by @ManMadeMoon on show at Into the Unknown @BarbicanCentre 👌” —Gavi

For more information see Duncan Jones’s blog, the Wikipedia entry and the trailer for Moon, and the Barbican page for Into the Unknown: A Journey through Science Fiction.

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Dennis the Menace in California

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“If you ever have any thoughts about becoming a hermit … do it now!” —Al Seeley [sic.] (via Tim Devin)

I did some digging about this and found: a series of one two three four posts about Al Seely by his son; a reference to Seely on the Wikipedia entry for Dismal Key (the caption of this video of Dismal Key mentions Seely too) and on the Wikimapia entry for Panther Key; a passage in Carl Hiaasen’s Nature Girl; a book by Al Seely, The Phony Hermit; and a bunch of other references. Here’s the description of the book from Amazon:

Al Seely’s story in his own words.

Seely was a literate Twentieth Century man who dropped out of society to live as a hermit in the Ten Thousand Islands without the least preparation for it. This led to a series of adventures and misadventures in the wilderness that tickles your funny bone and keep you on edge. Luckily for us, he wrote about his experiences in the islands in the watery world surrounded by the elements. His family expected him to stay a week and he stayed for fifteen years.

Why? How? Where?

How can someone, totally out of his element, survive for fifteen years to become a well-known hermit? Seely answers the why and how and where in his book and tells it like it is. When you read this book you will discover why Al Seely considered himself to be a phony hermit and not a true hermit. The book is fresh, funny, often poetical, and makes you cringe because it is so brutally honest. Will readers enjoy it?

Why will readers enjoy it?

Seely’s narrative is so compelling that you will want to read it straight through. Pictures of many of the scenes and details that he talks about have been added which help complete your total experience. There are rare photos of his homes on the three keys: Brush, Panther and Dismal Key; photos of his hermity friends, Foster Atkinson, Joe Dickman, and Nelson Barlow, and anecdotes from the people in his life. A small but impressive collection of Al’s artwork has been brought together and published for the first time in full and living color.

July 01 2017

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Snow Globe Denise Ippolito (image 9/12 here:

Since the 1960s, North American populations of snow geese (Chen caerulescens) have exploded an estimated thirteen-fold, in part because of the sprawling fields of grain that have cropped up along their migration route over the past 60 years. In Canada, the species has been officially declared overabundant, largely due to its impact on sensitive Arctic habitats. Descending in vast flocks, the geese leave a wake of mowed-down plants and exposed ground that can take decades to recover. The results can be devastating for other species, such as the endangered rufa red knot (Calidris canutus rufa), that rely on this vegetation for foraging and nesting habitat.as first studied in 2008, when a team of biologists from the UK and Japan inadvertently drifted into a group of non-responsive sperm whales floating just below the surface. Baffled by the behavior, the scientists analyzed data from tagged whales and discovered that these massive marine mammals spend about 7 percent of their time taking short (6- to 24-minute) rests in this shallow vertical position. Scientists think these brief naps may, in fact, be the only time the whales sleep.

This photo was Winged Life Winner of the California Academy of Sciences’ BigPicture Photography Competition.

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“Because radios and chewing sticks are the new swag. :) #KanoDurbar17” —Gimba Kakanda (via a retweet by Senongo)

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microscopic view of a spider embryo (via Innovations Report via Colossal)

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Paul Soulellis is in Iceland leading “Artistic Practice in 24-Hour Light” (a RISD course). His account on Instagram has lit up with all that means. Some of the images are above, the bottom five are from a visit to the home of the late Dieter Roth.

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