coded for mass consumption by hermits

For the film enthusiast, a still pic of that goldurn Godard.

For the person with truly nothing to do and nothing to hear/read & generally puzzle over, this.

double shtick tape

Heino und Jerry im Über Space kindly brings us Nina Hagen and Don Rickles on Merv Griffin in 1985.

If that doesn't double your fun, there's always the story behind Evelyn Evelyn as told by singer/songwriter/force of nature Amanda F*cking Palmer.

Or perhaps the twin likeness of Philip Ahn/Master Kan from Kung Fu on If Charlie Parker Was A Gunslinger . . .

cool kids & cubes

Yard Sale Bloodbath shares a bit of 1985.

son of the forest breaks it down for us.

ho ho huh?

uberkayness gets lit up like a chrismas tree.

the Great Santa Convergence of '09

A Basement of Curiosities is switching on the Santa Moog.

Magic Carpet Burn brings us a spacefarin' Santa (as well as the Three Stooges).

And Cotton Candy Truant presents Our Santa of the Flying Cupcake Bakery.

Meanwhile, People of Walmart has sighted Biker Santa on his stylin' new ride. (Tho' those antler handlebars seem to tell a sad & gruesome tale . . .)

And whoa, wait, this just in from Chateau Thombeau: Santa's flying first class on the cover of Jet magazine. As none other than Esther Rolle. Rock on . . .

And and and: on Sexy People, the Red and the Black dovetail nicely in Santa and Goths.

And again: a Merry Christmas Santa from Pathways To Unknown Worlds.

And, oh, hey, Aloha, Santa from Hooked On Stereophonic.

pattern recognition

Slogan at The Boat Lullabies must be: party like it's 1945.

As one can [not-so] plainly hear, that earlier & greatest of Pepsi generations knew how to take a belt (or two or three) and in turn belt it on out, out, out, out, out . . .

All part of what looks to be a cool collection to come.

Meanwhile, if you're planning to dress as Sherlock or Watson, may want to check out this bit of arcana at PCL LinkDump.

the silicon musk of Bigfoot justice

A visually inclined friend sent along proof that Bigfoot exists. A cool, if suspiciously closely-cropped, pic of Lindsay Wagner, the Bigster and Lee Majors from the 1970s.

Tho' I do happen to live in a cave and hadn't seen this picture before (not even in old issues of Better Caves and Meadows), I knew the bittersweet truth behind this picture and chose to share it with him (and now the world) though the email quoted below.

To those who cannot bear the weight of truth, I say look away now. No one will think any less of you:

"We can rebuild Bigfoot--we have the technology . . ."

Bionic Bigfoot, the spinoff that never was. Indeed, as a cover, he'd be traveling the country hauling freight in a Peterbilt. He'd be hiding in plain sight, with only children, kindly old folks and the pure at heart recognizing that "Bionic Bigfoot" was more than just a clever CB handle for an "ex-sideshow performer". It was a stamp of justice and abiding love across the land. And in the hearts of those who'd call him friend.

Inspite of a huge advance printing of 10,000 t-shirts bearing a likeness of the truck driving Sasquatch on his CB (and the words, "This is Bionic Bigfoot, c'mon!"), the studio heads did not prove to be such good buddies to the project and ashcanned the whole thing.

Word is that somewhere in some warehouse in LA there are boxes and boxes of those t-shirts and other long-suppressed-then-forgotten merch related to the silicon Sasquatch. Which is a cool legend and all, but I don't think I buy it. I'm going to have to see a picture . . .

(There are also many conspiracy theories associated with this stillborn TV show, one tying into the death--some say assassination--of Dale E[a]rnhardt. But such things are mostly whispered in darkened hallways and go well beyond my personal knowledge or that of my email spellchecker.)

The Yeti sends best regards,
K.

rockin' the Krispy Kreme and then some

agilitynut is out in the Midwest and posting the pics and such to prove it.

Oh, ye olde Krispy Kreme . . .

And former Arby's . . .

And lend this an ear . . .

the road to Quebec

agilitynut is blogging and clicking her way up NY State to Quebec and back.

Nipper hears his master's voice.

An owl gets wise.

In the land of the Francophone Dairy Queen and the big metal crow, a whale of a time is had by all.

the disappearing hubcap cross

This movie, Junkopia, brought to mind one Easter morning many years ago when a hubcap crucifix was fashioned onto a metal signpost along Comm. Ave. in Allston/Brighton.

It was very cool looking but no picture was taken. It was a unseasonably warm day, too nice to stick around in the city. And later when the day trip was over, the hubcap cross was gone.

Too bad there aren't more impromptu sculptures, but at least this hubcap crucifix was photographed.

solitude & the inverted fedora

I'm Learning To Share speaks volumes on Jughead's hat.

Yes, Jughead of Archie comics fame. It's like a doctoral thesis on American Studies in a tasty Flintstones chewable.

the music of sound posts the coolest article ever on The End of Solitude. Recommended, as in very.

If that sounds like no fun, FABULON will show what your friends really think of you no matter how much you text them.

In any case, whatever your state of popularity, please consider doing this:

Stand up and walk away from your computer and go outside somewhere where the birds vastly outnumber the people. Phones and iPods off, just you alone with whatever's happening.

black and white and read all over

I've pestered the heck out of friends with one emailed URL after another from VietNamNet. (Who knows why, as I'm the same provincial East Coast American who digs Kung Pao FM.)

Here's a story about Vietnam's National Poetry Day festival held this past February.

And another quite fascinating human interest story/fable/poem of sorts about a farmer, his wife and the field they've given over to 10,000 storks. An eco-tourist spot has come of their work.

As one visitor observes: "It’s nice to relax in a hammock in the garden and feel the wind from the river. At sunset the land turns white with all the returning storks."

Meanwhile, one reads in AOL of Ruppy the red fluorescent puppy.

Bea, we hardly knew ye

But we'll miss her all the same.

As evidenced at Kindertrauma.

On FABULON, she's addressed as Dame Beatrice.

On And Now the Screaming Starts, said form of address should most certainly be used by a pack of raptors.

Or else . . .

The Rock and Roll Public Library

Thanks to a post on ephemera, googled the CHELSEA space site where there's been an exhibit of Mick Jones' Clash memorabilia & whatnot, The Rock and Roll Public Library.

CHELSEA space has tons of images of the show * plus the opening. Also links and such including one to a Flickr set of photos.

Hope the Ramones or somebody also has/had a storage space out there that's about to enter the public view.

[*Personal goofy musictronic fave is pic of a WEM Copicat tape
delay.]

well contained

The Music of Sound shares images and sounds from some groovy art installations done inside freight containers.

In a similarly spatial way, A Journey Round My Skull brings us In the Grotto.

And whether they're entirely true, FABULON presents the images & statistics of various 1940s Hollywood hotties, er, um, glamor gals.

grid worthy

InfraNet Lab posts about the electrical power grid both as big damn infrastructure and the natural world's marginal respite from humanity.

Also mentioned is the On The Grid photo show ongoing in Providence RI, which seems more than a good case for the latter.

My agoraphobic, Stilgoe-esque reaction is that the world is too much with us sentient bipeds as well.

If you too are ready to switch off/on/out/whatever, you'll see me there. But only if I don't see you first.

lit up like an angel

Or thereabouts.

Simulcast on uberkayness . . .

pinned down

Even when it wasn't cool to wear one's heart on a sleeve, such as these [from the likes of Rough Trade Records] could be worn on the lapels of a thrift store jacket.

Folks used to call them influences.

ain't nobody's fool

Good ol' Dolly back in the days of the Porter Wagoner Show. Courtesy bwr15.

Wandered across this video after viewing this item at PCL LinkDump.

And if Ms. Pardon ain't bringin' enough 'tude for you, here's a Diana moment from FABULON.

inner city sanctums & lone prairies

Pruned posts about Articles of Faith, a series of photos Dave Jordano took of small storefront churches in Chicago.

Also worth viewing are Jordano's other photo series like Prairieland
(one favorite image here and another) and Chanute Air Force Base.