This circle of things arranged by colour by Brooke Inman is where I would like to spend my days. Via Kottke.
329. Don’t underestimate your fertility.
1001 rules for my unborn son, via Kottke. I so wish someone had written up the rules for me when I was a foetus.
I held off on watching the trailer for ‘Where the Wild Things Are’ for a long time because, as the commenters of Videogum point out in painstaking detail, with all the Spike Jonze, Dave Eggers, Arcade Fire, hand drawn type, primary school science classrooms and ironic winter jackets it is physically impossible for this film to be any more hipster. Also, when I was a kid I was once in a group-devised community youth theatre production of ‘Where the Wild Things Are,’ and this has me cringing away from revisiting childhood memories.
But still, still, I so want to fall asleep on a monster’s shoulder, and I so want that monster to gently tell me he has something to show me, and then I want to fall back asleep.
I had a whole post drafted about how much I loved Photoaccess, and how badly I miss it, and how the closest I’ve ever come to being in a flow state was in the dark room wrist-deep in silver nitrate, and how I briefly started a trend for buying disposable cameras from discount stores after I found a cache of expired Ilford XP-2 disposables at the Reject Shop, but it came off as turgid and unpleasantly self-approving. Suffice to say: I badly want a Photoaccess-like facility to open in Melbourne.I could use some quality time slowly agitating a tray of carcinogenic chemicals and daydreaming.
In the meantime, you really should watch this video for ‘Epilepsy is Dancing’ by Antony and the Johnsons. I’d quite like to spend a weekend camped out inside Antony Hegarty’s head.
How To Architect is my new favourite thing. I’ll never have any reason to obsessively draw things with a set square, but I badly, badly want one. Via Kottke.
Tolga! Tolga! Tolga! 2000! Or, as I like to call it, my bogan attempt at a Case Study bed, inasmuch as it is low slung and has metal legs.
It took a lot of work to get this together. The single bed frames were too wide for my double mattress, so I had the slats cut down and the grooves to hold the wire base re-routed by a carpenter. Which means I commissioned a carpenter to do work, which means I am an adult. The only thing I didn’t have duplicated were the holes to hold the plastic things that keep the wire base in the grooves, which means that until such times as I acquire both a drill and moral energy it’s mostly held together with electrical tape and prayer. Still, it is remarkably sturdy, and quite lovely, I think. Ikea would make a mint if they made double versions of the Tolga frame.
After reading FourFour’s phenomenal post on the parallels between Kate Bush and Bat For Lashes I immediately downloaded ‘Two Suns,’ and entered a YouTube search hole I’ve yet to emerge from. While I, of course, saw the phenomenal video for ‘What’s a Girl to Do‘ when it came out a couple of years ago, I dismissed Natasha Khan as another winsome, 70s-ish indie girl. That was a mistake. I was raised on Tori Amos and Kate Bush, and therefore programmed to like pianoish, deliberately weird ladysinging. And Natasha is gloriously weird, like the aforementioned Tori and Kate with a hefty pinch of Jodorowsky. I especially love this clip, where she ritually sacrifices a vacuum cleaner.
Tracie at Jezebel has put together a great wrap up of PSAs designed to protect girls from becoming drunken, naked, text messaging, clumsy whores, because, apparently, girls need to be protected from everything. The one above is my favourite, because the lady is sassy and the bit at the end is totally grindhouse.
Girls also need to be protected from worrying inappropriately about their own fat asses, according to Susie Orbach, and I’ve written about why she can lick my (metaphorical) balls over at Thus Bakes Zarathustra. Now with effort!
Via Gizmodo
So you’ve given Big Dog horns now? After you kicked Big Dog and made your human-on-robot violence popular through YouTube? That’s a dick move, Science. Haven’t you seen the trailer for Terminator: Salvation? Soon Big Dog will be crushing human skulls and Christian Bale will be mad and shouty and it’ll be all your fault, Science.
Sexy People Blog. via @Crazybrave.