gouging the eyes of tomorrow
To celebrate spring in a very NSFW way, here is the picture story of a very bad Easter Bunny.
Click the little pictures to see big ones, if you dare.
This was another fun shoot with Zelda, who is always down for zombie contact lenses and a mouthful of sugar blood.
Neal Stephenson’s The Diamond Age
Confabulation Engine is a podcast of Speculative Fiction conversations, with digressions. Book talk out of alignment with consensus reality. Featuring William Cunningham and Catherine Weiss.
We did a trial run on this concept about a year ago with this hour and a half meander through all of George R. R. Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire books.
For our first official episode we enthuse our way through the baroque future described in Neal Stephenson’s girl power epic, “The Diamond Age”.
Noteable digressions include:
Solving three mysteries at the same time.
We’ll be releasing these monthly for a while, we hope you enjoy them!
I’m paralyzed with intentions. Every time I move toward one action the pull of five others stops me. There are a dozen photoshoots, three web projects, a comic, some videos, two audio projects, and lots of physical artwork.
If even two of those get done this year it’ll be an accomplishment!
And a map of the galleries of Los Angeles that does not yet exist.
And because you read an out of context list of links, here is a recently made picture.
These rabbits are going to be important.
They are still being drawn up from somewhere convoluted in the thinkmeat. They are like the manikins, but completely different. These manikins.
They come from the same place, down in the wet convulscape, as he does.
They are among the roots of a show.
Oh man these old notebooks full of old dreams and poems. They are embarrassing in wholly entertaining ways now!
Some more visual notes to myself, absent context.
hat tips to Demonagerie and discarded image for the details, which I came across in an article on io9.
This happened on twitter, I found it brilliant, so I’m putting it here because my site my rules ok?
Commute = two hours, five minutes. I went to a dark place.
— Tycho Brahe (@TychoBrahe) November 8, 2013
@TychoBrahe i’m a wreck. this was not what i wanted out of today
— Kris Straub (@krisstraub) November 8, 2013
@krisstraub I don’t really remember this feeling.
— Tycho Brahe (@TychoBrahe) November 8, 2013
@TychoBrahe i remember this one. there is a numb, fist-sized weight at the base of my brain and i only feel anger
— Kris Straub (@krisstraub) November 8, 2013
@krisstraub “satan’s prostate”
— Tycho Brahe (@TychoBrahe) November 8, 2013
@TychoBrahe traditionally milked via the nostril
— Kris Straub (@krisstraub) November 8, 2013
For no reason other than that I came across an old dream journal last night Thursday is now: Disturbday!
dream journal may 28 1990 monday
I was 20 and insufferable with Lovecraft and weird sexual hangups.
I will not be making very many pages of this genuinely creepy document public. So, “enjoy”.
ugh
Pomplamoose. Being visually inventive.
I share respected international journalist, correspondent for The Atlantic and former Jimmy Carter speechwriter James Fallows’ love of this duo.
So it’s lovely to see them back in the game.
Jack Conte here describes how things went sideways for a bit, in a circuitous presentation about his new and worthwhile venture, a way for regular people to collectively patronize creativity that is more day-to-day than Kickstarter.
Mostly when I watch them, I notice the, to me at least, heartbreaking details of the house they clearly live and work in. Heartbreaking in the sense that it’s a thing I would have loved to have done, if it were possible when I was young with the capacity to absorb financial shocks, and had I had the imagination to conceive it.
What they are doing, or the guys responsible for Rocket Jump, or Corridor Digital, is a version of the box ramen fueled internet startup, but with entertainment rather than software as the outcome.
They aren’t the first artist collectives to bootstrap members, but these have a newer quality colored by tech startup culture. That’s not the best culture to emulate, though it seems like these creative takes on it are following a bit more humane path. The tech startup is like house flipping: inflate the value of as simple an idea as possible and sell it high as soon as you can. These creative starups seem to be using the same general template but the end result is creator owned small businesses instead.
This idea deserves a more thoughtful treatment than I can spare the glucose for right now.
So here, have a little improbable combination of Pomplamoose, Ben Folds and Nick Hornby.
Fair enough I suppose.