Yesterday I took a nice long walk around my corner of Brooklyn. It was a beautiful day. I was walking through the area around the Gowanus Canal, a very “industrial wasteland” type area where you seldom see anyone other than truckers barreling past and the odd cab driver. There’s lots of garbage and rust and erosion. Great area to take pictures. Anyhow, amidst all the decay I noticed this bottle of Pepsi. It caught my eye because the soda itself looked different. I took a closer look and saw that, unbeknownst to me, the soda giant has evidently launched a brand new flavor called Pepsi Gold. It surprised me, cause, well, you know how these beverage companies are with their marketing blitzes. I checked the deli on my corner later but couldn’t find any. Must have been sold out. I wonder what it tastes like?
What do you get when you mix the the cultural archetype of the “sexually avialable” woman, semantic field relationships, charts, 1970’s feminist fervor, metonymic and metaphoric qualifiers, arrows, John Barth’s Sot-Weed Factor, an x-y axis of cost vs. length of contact, rounded rectangles, dysphemism and euphemistic evasion of disdain, a notation system parsing “method of payment,” 17 males ages 20-42, and an expansive list of terms for women which runs the gamut from unfortunately common to regional to archaic to fictional? You get the most head-scratchingly strange diagram you’re likely to see all day. That’s what.
(Part of the paper The Prostitute: Paradigmatic Woman by Julia P. Stanley, ca 1977)
Quote: It is difficult to appreciate how vast a number of birds, beasts and insects inhabit the fields and woods, and we may well ask ourselves the question “What becomes of their dead?” In a day’s search we may not find among all the teaming wild population a single stiffened body, or one bright eye glazed in death. Here in a clearing we may have chanced upon some blood-stained grass, and a few scattered feathers, which gave evidence of the hawk or carrion crow, but this is very far from accounting for anything like the greater proportion of the short-lived race.
Has Nature, then, her undertaker? Certainly she has. He is appropriately known as the Necrophorus mortuorum, or more popularly as the sexton beetle, for he is equipped with spade and all that is necessary for “undertaking.”
-Bertram S. Puckle, 1926
-from A Familiar Introduction to the History of Insects by J. Van Voorst, 1841. less
There’s a certain unexpected poetry to all that I think. Quite touching really.
And the final poetic flourish?
I know by now everyone has seen the photos of the “lost” tribe recently photographed in the Amazon, somewhere on the border between Peru and Brazil, but I wanted to post them here anyway just so I can look at them everyday until they fall off the front page. Wow.
Brazil’s National Indian Foundation has discovered an Indian tribe in the Amazon that hasn’t had contact with civilization in a rare sighting
of the few remaining original inhabitants of the area. Funai
, as the foundation is known, spotted a group of Indians, six huts and a large planted area near the Envira River, close to the Peruvian border in the Brazilian state of Acre in the western Amazon rainforest. There are more than 100 uncontacted tribes worldwide, with more than half living in Brazil or Peru. -Bloomberg.com
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The Rocky Mountain News is reporting that a fellow by the name of Jeff Peckman (pictured above) has an interesting bit of video to share with the rest of the world tomorrow.
Quote: A video that purportedly shows a living, breathing space alien will be shown to the news media Friday in Denver. It shows an extraterrestrial’s head popping up outside of a window at night, looking in the window, that’s visible through an infrared camera. The alien is about 4 feet tall and can be seen blinking.
Indeed? Where was the video shot? By whom? How old is it? How did Mr. Peckman get his hand on it? Was it shot by Peckman himself? The news story offers precious little detail. Now although I have utter faith that this video will turn out to be real incontrovertible proof of alien existence, I mean what rational person would doubt it if it’s on video? Be that as it may something seems a little fishy about it all! So let me just ask you this- why is Peckman obviously trying so hard not to blink in that picture? And more to the point…
Have any of you ever seen Jeff Peckman and this alien in the same place at the same time?!?!
Designers out there who cut their teeth (or got their first furtive design hard-ons) in the 90’s surely look back, remembering Ray Gun, Speak, Emigre Magazine, etc, and have some mixed emotions. I know I do. I remember the excitement that ethos fostered, the “cool factor” and emotional punch, but 7 times out of 10, upon review, I actually find myself cringing at the designs themselves. A flip through my ragged copy of The End of Print actually gives me a headache. A look at some pieces aping the Carson style, which were many and bad even then, can actually trigger sudden hemorrhagic blindness today.
Recently I was taking my daily stroll through Google books when I cam across a typography title that gave me some laugh inducing flashbacks of ye ol’ 1990’s. I snatched a few screen grabs. Have a look…
Upon seeing these pages, immediately, images danced in my head of rebellious goateed typographers, crowded into smoky coffee shops, trading unreadable leaflets about how bourgeois semantic content and readability were.
The reason they amused me is because, as the digitally savvy among you already realize, unless there is a disgruntled and unemployable Carson acolyte hiding out in Google’s scanning facility, these images are no more “thought out” designs than the ground around a mulberry tree is a Seurat. They are just digital accidents, ghosts in the design machine. It was only a beautiful coincidence that they happened to appear on a book called Manual of Style, A Compilation of Typographical Rules.
And yet… sad though it may be for those of us whose goatees have since matured into full beards, these brainless computer accidents do hold a certain aesthetic affinity for those “grungy” 90’s don’t they?
Though design styles are cyclical to a degree I don’t expect this one to make a comeback any time soon. As if to underscore this suspicion Google has since caught its error (or caught the Design Van Winkle roaming its halls) and the Manual of Style has been returned to its glorious and banal 1911 readability.
Ah well. Easy kern easy go.
Quote: Dinner With Henry
(1979) is a rare, 30 minute documentary about Henry Miller. It is exactly what the title implies: footage of Henry having dinner. With him at the table is the film crew, and actress/model Brenda Venus, to whom Henry was enamoured in the final years of life. Henry -at age 87- spends the majority of his time speaking on a number of subjects… Occasionally, he complains about the food. That is all. It may not be of much interest to a general audience, but is a curious “slice of life” for any Miller fan who likes to imagine being at the table with him. -UBU
For about the last 70 years the most active you were likely to see a tasmanian tiger was pacing the 12 inches back and forth from a Aussie’s mouth to a bar-top. That’s because though the thylacine continues to grace the label (and commercials) of Cascade Premium Lager the last living specimen died in captivity in 1936. Alas the tasmanian tiger was hunted to extinction, never to stretch its weirdly gigantic maw again. Or so humanity thought (cue the flash pots and castle thunder) until now!
Quote: For the first time DNA from an extinct species, Australia’s marsupial Tasmanian Tiger, has been used to induce a functional response in a living organism, a mouse embryo, Australian and American scientists said.
The scientists extracted DNA from a 100-year-old Tasmanian Tiger or thylacine, which had been preserved in ethanol in a museum, and injected it into a mouse embryo where it was “expressed” or produced in cartilage. -Reuters.
Oh, here’s the little bugger now.
Ah the miracle of quivering, jar-born abominations! Ace! (as the Australian slang dictionary assures me an Aussie might exclaim.) So are we going to revive the species with thingamabobs and whosamawhats and lightening? No. Not any time soon at least. But this is still a “corker.” I heart you science.
Fucitol. C6H14O5, a molecule derived from the sugar Fucose, is better known (and by “better” I mean “if at all”) by its common name- Fucitol. Yes Fucitol indeed. Now, with this handsome C6H14O5 molecular model tee from the Nonist, you can brazenly display your cynicism, disgust, apathy, aimless anger, or total nihilism in a manner that wont upset your dear old granny, require immediate sedation, or set off alarm bells in the HR department. This design (see below for larger image) ought to look good on most apparel colors, light and dark.
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