I’m far more likely to have one of these actually hanging in my house (actually, I do) – however, I find the computational art here irresistible.
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It’s tinfoil to my magpie beetle elytra to my Vogelkop Bowerbird.
Via Make:.
1-31-07
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Dear Mayah Mumbles, Skeletor, and every other pee-pee pants fear embracer pretending to run this country,
I hope you can see this, because I’m doing it as hard as I can.
A little open water swimming
Gary Sredzienski – local accordion celeb and polka maven – recently took a dip in the ocean. He swam the 6 miles from Odiorne Point to Appledore Island to raise money for the Krempels Brain Injury Foundation. Lest anyone think this is a one-time thing, Gary swims daily, year-round, in the saltwater creeks and back channels round here. I like open water swimming as much as (just about) anyone, but it’s a little too brisk for me this time of year.
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Full disclosure – I’m at 1 (2?) degree of separation from Gary – the Serf’s drummer is a friend of mine.
The Reserve
A bad review that make me want to read the book.
Compare Kakutani:
Vanessa Cole is a parody of the crazy femme fatale, a woman, Mr. Banks would have us believe, so beautiful that men are willing to overlook her obvious mental illness.
with Bad New Hughes:
Sure, she’s good-lookin’. She’s also crazy. Crazy as a shithouse rat. Run for your life.
I’m with Uncle Patrick on this one. Parody? Hah.
While looking to see if the NYRB had weighed in on Mr. Banks’ latest, I came across:
In Japan neglected or abandoned blogs are called ishikoro, pebbles. *
Completely unrelated to Banks, but too nice a word to pass unmentioned.