I hearby decree that this be adopted as the recycling logo for all nations, not just Taiwan.
(↝via i don’t remember but the bookmark went to a ibm server)
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This is Amis’s startling aria to stand-up console video games: Space Invaders, Missile Command, etc. He published it early in his career and has never allowed it back into print. This might be expected, given that in the book he blames the machines for his inability to find any girlfriends.
—Tom Bissell on Invasion of the Space Invaders by Martin Amis
“July 4th free Sonic Youth/Feelies show at Battery Park” – time for finn to curse certain nuptials.
Also, Cluster is playing the the Knitting Factory next weekend.
PLAYBOY: Mistake or not, what made you decide to go the rock-‘n’-roll route?
DYLAN: Carelessness. I lost my one true love. I started drinking. The first thing I know, I’m in a card game. Then I’m in a crap game. I wake up in a pool hall. Then this big Mexican lady drags me off the table, takes me to Philadelphia. She leaves me alone in her house, and it burns down. I wind up in Phoenix. I get a job as a Chinaman. I start working in a dime store, and move in with a 13-year-old girl. Then this big Mexican lady from Philadelphia comes in and burns the house down. I go down to Dallas. I get a job as a “before” in a Charles Atlas “before and after” ad. I move in with a delivery boy who can cook fantastic chili and hot dogs. Then this 13-year-old girl from Phoenix comes and burns the house down. The delivery boy - he ain’t so mild: He gives her the knife, and the next thing I know I’m in Omaha. It’s so cold there, by this time I’m robbing my own bicycles and frying my own fish. I stumble onto some luck and get a job as a carburetor out at the hot-rod races every Thursday night. I move in with a high school teacher who also does a little plumbing on the side, who ain’t much to look at, but who’s built a special kind of refrigerator that can turn newspaper into lettuce. Everything’s going good until that delivery boy shows up and tries to knife me. Needless to say, he burned the house down, and I hit the road. The first guy that picked me up asked me if I wanted to be a star. What could I say?
PLAYBOY: And that’s how you became a rock-‘n’-roll singer?
DYLAN: No, that’s how I got tuberculosis.
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LOS ANGELES, Cal., March 16. -Frank Stites, an aviator, while flying near here at 5 o’clock this afternoon, ran into an air pocket, lost control of his machine, and fell 150 feet to his death. Stites was employed by a film company in the making of a war scene. He was instructed to drop bombs from the biplane upon fortifications.
“Firework Drawing #20” 2007 lit firework residue on paper, cardboard and collage 38 1/4 in x 50 in
“Firework Drawings”These large works on paper are made by exploding and containing live fireworks, resulting in bursts of saturated color that are overlaped and collaged into abstract compositions.
“Good-Time Mix Machine: Scrambler Drawings”I connected a gas generator and air compressor to buckets of paint and secured them into the seats of a Scrambler amusement park ride. Once the ride was in motion, paint sprayed out of the benches onto vinyl tarps placed underneath. The result is a series of enormous hypocycloid designs which recorded the hidden patterns created by the ride as it turned.
“Qix 7” 2002 digital c print 16 in x 15 in
These photographs are long exposures taken while playing video war games of the 80’s created by Atari, Centuri and Taito. The photographs were shot from video game screens while I played the games. By recording each second of an entire game on one frame of film, I captured complex patterns not normally seen by the eye.
“Gunflakes”are repeated circular rubbings of handguns found in pawn and guns shops in New Mexico. Installed as a group, they form an impressive virtual arsenal that appears as a blizzard from afar.
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