SCBWI Oregon

Last-minute heads up that I’ll be teaching a couple of workshops at the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators Oregon Spring Conference this weekend, one solo, one along with Rosanne Parry.

Hope to see some of y’all there!


May 16, 2014

May 16, 2014

When I was 18, I was right in the middle of the Chinn-Chapman world of a series of singles by The Sweet.  Totally disposable pop for disposable times, that served disposable people, and that includes yours truly as well.   I was totally focused on getting wasted, but at the very least, I wanted to pass out with a copy of “The Picture of Dorian Gray” on my lap, and idealistically at a little round cocktail table at Rodney English Disco on Sunset Bouvelard.  It was a very difficult culture for me, because I wanted to go to Rodney’s because all the girls I have admired at Taft High School went there, and sadly, all the girls went for the older guys who hung out there as well.  So I felt like a double-loser both in the school yard as well as this school yard, otherwise known as Rodney’s.

At the time, it was very difficult to hear the Chinn-Chapman bands The Sweet, Mud, and Suzi Quatro, because American radio basically ignored these records that came out of the U.K. In the early 70s.  I was attracted to their bands, not by their photographs, but by their song titles.  “Little Willy, ” “Wig-Wam Bam, ” “Tiger Feet, ” “Devil Gate Drive, ” The Sixteens, ” and so forth.  On one level they were very silly, but on a deeper plane they fed my soul, that was very vacant at the time.  My late teenage years wasn’t one of exploration, but just trying to conform to what was routine in the world that was the San Fernando Valley.  Which meant to hang out with the glam girls, while they spent hours trying to find the right outfits to wear, as well as supplying me with liquor and vinyl on the portable turntable.  The girls I knew didn’t really have impressive records in their collection.  Mostly Queen albums, which I always felt were an imitation of something that is out there, but I didn’t know what at that point and time.  The songs were nice, but just so plastic sounding to me.  At least the Chinn-Chapman records knew they were plastic, and they sort of conveyed a world that is plastic, surface, and teenage.  The beauty of Mud, Sweet, and Suzi Quatro was that they were teenage music, and me being at that age, they totally reflected on what was happening in my life.

Sadly, and on the other hand, I also had an interest in serial killers.  No, no not Charles Manson. I couldn’t stand that stupid hippie culture stuff.  I wanted the real thing.  H.H. Holmes was my main man.   Sometime around 1893, he built his own hotel during the World’s Fair that took place in Chicago.  The unusual aspect of this hotel was made for one purpose, and that was to use the building as a killing factory.  There were at least 100 rooms built without windows.   Holmes would have women stay at his hotel and each room was a death trap of some sort.  Usually he would suffocate or gas them, whenever his mood served his desire.  After their deaths, he had a secret chute built-in all the rooms that led to the basement.  Once there, the bodies were dissected, stripped of flesh, crafted into skeleton models, and then sold to medical schools.

Now what interested me was not him specifically, but the fact that he went out of his way to build this huge structure, to only serve his fantasy (well for him it was real) lifestyle.  It is always bizarre to me that someone would make their perfect world, yet somehow evil would creep in, with respect to the big picture of it all.  For some, having that structure of a building would be enough, but he didn’t build it for aesthetic reasons, but mostly to feed his sick passions.

Then there is someone like Liberace, who built his world, but more for an aesthetic pleasure than anything else.  Perhaps designed to avoid the outside world, which was so different from Liberace’s sense of utopia.  Whenever I go to Las Vegas, I always visited the Liberace museum, and I loved it, because I’m surrounded by a world that is artificial, and totally against nature.  Through out my life I sought to build my own inner world, where everything else is totally outside that world.

When I got older, I left the serial killer fixation at the station ‘teenager’ and seriously started collecting records.  As of now, when I check my collection, I truly see it as a self-portrait.  But interestingly enough, I see nothing of the Rodney years in my collection.  I sort of edited that out of my life, and now I enjoy my new identity as an adult, with a long memory.

stephgas: new #holiday #plugs for @_antgas #octopus #eyepatch…


new #holiday #plugs for @_antgas #octopus #eyepatch #bodyartforms


nevver: Breathing City


Breathing City


30prufrock: “There were bananaquits too. As we were talking a…


There were bananaquits too. As we were talking a few came close to us, not much bigger than hummingbirds, black above and yellow below, like birds zipped into bee suits, anxious, constantly on the move, making their thin quit call. We were being audited for our potential sweetness and the birds were disappointed. The bananaquit loves nectar, bowls of sugar on café tables, rotting fruit and anything fermented to around 4-6 per cent alcohol. It will happily come to a bar and sip at an untended beer, returning to tipple throughout the day with no ill effects. (Unlike parrots, which as Aristotle knew, have no head for alcohol: in Australia, where they binge on over-ripe pears, birdwatchers have seen them getting legless, Amy Winehouse-style, faltering on branches and plummeting from trees.) For a long time no one in avian taxonomy knew where to place the bananaquit, and it was bottled nicely in its own family. Recently it has been lumped in with the ungainly ‘pan-American tanager’ cohort. Although it is one of the commonest birds in the towns and villages of St Lucia, away from its syrups it cuts fast through open space and busies itself in the interior of leafy trees, making it tricky to get a good look at. You hear bananaquits almost continually, but their quits are often lost in the general pulse of grackles, crickets, cicadas, hummingbirds, mosquitoes and the wider vegetative buzz.”





The Lost Prince (20)

lost-princeMarco Goes to the Opera

“In fact, it’s all about the butts. Because players see their avatars from a third-person perspective…”

“In fact, it’s all about the butts. Because players see their avatars from a third-person perspective from behind, men are confronted with whether they want to stare at a guy’s butt or a girl’s butt for 20 hours a week. Or as the study authors put it in more academic prose, gender-switching men “prefer the esthetics of watching a female avatar form.” This means that gender-switching men somehow end up adopting a few female speech patterns even though they had no intention of pretending to be a woman.”

- World of Warcraft gender switching: Why men choose female avatars. (via jomc)

Juan Rulfo

rulfo_2His vision of Mexico was minimalist and tragic.

Date: Sun, 14 Jul 2002 11:03:19 -0400 To: Declan McCullagh…

Date: Sun, 14 Jul 2002 11:03:19 -0400
To: Declan McCullagh 
From: Monty Solomon 
Subject: Do y*u Y*h**?

 Yahoo's been busy instead with fiddling its own
           users' private correspondence. In a fantastically clumsy
           attempt to prevent cross-site scripting attacks, the free
           e-mail wing of the sprawling giant has long been replacing
           complete English words in the text of HTML mail sent to its
           users. Mention "mocha" in an HTML mail to a friend with a
  account, and your choice in coffee will be
           silently switched to "espresso". Talk about "free
           expression", and your recipient will think you said "free

Robots & Monsters

Back in 2007, born from desperation following an AIDS marathon fund-raiser that was coming up short, I conceived and launched Robots + Monsters, a combination pre-Kickstarter fund site and exquisite corpse project. Press mentions in the New York Times, The Boston Globe, Time, and many others soon turned it into far more of a success than I ever considered, so I enlisted some artist friends to help me. Five years later, it’s kind of on permanent hiatus because it was so much work to run, but we raised over 50K for great causes like, the EFF, and Amnesty International. Check out the site for all the great art that was created.


Present Shock and the VC Mindset at DLD

I finally got to speak at a DLD, and ended up applying the Present Shock concept to the rushed, innovation-killing, and ultimately anti-human nature of the digital economy. 




May 15, 2014

May 15, 2014

It has been expressed that Norrie Paramor passed away without getting any recognition for his services as producer of various Cliff Richard recordings, but the one’s that I find the most interesting is his work with The Shadows.   His recordings of the pre-fab-four are to this day the most haunting to me.  When I hear Hank Marvin/Jet Harris recording from the early 1960s, it sends me to a world where I can smell the polluted River Thames, and the “Man of Mystery” overwhelms me with a sense of melancholy.

I think their masterpiece is “Wonderful Land” due to not only Hank’s brilliant guitar playing, but also how Paramor’s strings fit over the song like putting a coat over a drunk man in some Soho street in the middle of the night.  Of course there’s great skill in making these sounds, but it's the magic aftertaste that gives me goose-bumps.  Eno is another favorite of mine, but in the long run, ironically enough, he hits against a wall, like a car speeding towards its final destination.   He is all about thinking and sound making, but there is something vacant regarding the emotional aspect of his music making.  His records all have roots from someplace else, mostly from the avant-garde recordings of the 50’s, but also the classic low-budget recordings from the 60s as well.  The big difference between Eno and say someone like Joe Meek, is that Eno is totally aware where he is, and what his place in history will be.  Meek, like Oscar Wilde, thought at the very the end no one will pay attention to him. Norrie Paramor I think should be considered to be as important as Meek and of course, Brian Eno.

Paramor reminds me of certain portraits done by Richard Avedon, in that you’re looking at an image that is very stark, but the emotional aspect of that subject matter really yells out to the viewer.  The Shadows’ “A Place in the Sun, ” especially in stereo is like overhearing a conversation between the two guitars.  It’s intimate, and the track on the right is slowly embracing or chasing the guitar track on the left.  The sensuality of the tension being built up is so subversive with respect to a recording made in the early 60s.  One of my all-time favorite authors is Arthur Schnitzler, because the way he portrays the main character’s struggle to reach out for some sort of reality, in a world that is slowly going insane.  The tension between the culture and the individual is therefore very strong, especially in his short novela “Dream Story.” For a man who kept track in great detail of his sexual experiences, he writes poetically about the nature of sex as it is placed in the context of 19th Century Austria.   So he is a writer who can record his times accurately, yet play with that information and turn it into a profound piece of art, that is an odd juxtaposition of being turned-on and horrific at the same time.

With respect to Eno, I admire him greatly, especially for his early recordings.  If there was a sense of passion and being adventurous, it would for me to be his first four solo albums, including “Discreet Music.” It can be either due to youth, or Eno just learning something new, but the way he used the sounds of the past (Meek and Paramor) to in his mind, something totally new, should be applauded.  On the other hand, it is a work that can be stale, because again, it lacks a certain amount of emotional care or landscape. L. Frank Baum invented the world of Oz, that is not logical, but it is a world that is composed of desire, a need for home, and therefore an emotional state of mind.   When I look at the works of Jasper Johns, I’m seeing how he use the everyday or something that is emotionally loaded, such as the American flag, and give it a fresh perspective.   But at heart, I think the true masterpiece of someone like Walt Disney is “Plane Crazy, ” which was the first Mickey Mouse cartoon.  Who would have known it would have led us down a road that is now Disney culture.  A world that seems to be emotional, but the fact it is in the business to look “emotional.” So when I hear the works of Paramor and Meek, I feel like I am about to enter a great journey.  When I listen to Eno, I feel it's the end of the journey.


thirteenny: In the 1930s, artists painted underwater to…


In the 1930s, artists painted underwater to recreate the Andros Island barrier reef for a diorama at The American Museum of Natural History. Watch “How Coral Grows” via PBS Digital Studios & WNET Interactive Engagement Group


kiameku: Joachim Mogarra Le cheval de Troie « Le Voyage…


Joachim Mogarra
Le cheval de Troie
« Le Voyage d’Ulysse » series
black and white photographs, ink
30 x 40 cm


doing it right when everything is going wrong

Me at the Rural Libraries Conference

Apologies in advance because this isn’t really about libraries as much as about conferencing. Maybe more of an etiquette post than anything.

I skipped April. Not on purpose. I was supposed to go to TXLA and came down with a weird lingering flu. I’m usually a “push through the pain” person but not enough to get on an airplane with a fever and potentially make other people sick. No one needs that. So I missed TXLA which was a huge bummer. They were incredibly understanding about it. And then there was a week of school vacation where I teach so I decided to hunker down in MA and get well and make sure I could make it to the Rural Libraries conference in Michigan. Upstate Michigan. The UP, where it was still frozen enough so that the ferries we were supposed to take to Mackinac Island were possibly not running. So now I was in a situation where I was rarin’ to go but the conference might not happen at all.

My main contact, Shannon White from the Library of Michigan, did an amazing job with a very difficult situation. She gave low-drama email updates (to me but also all attendees) as we got news from the ferry and told me what the timeframe was in case we’d have to cancel. When I arrived in St. Ignace (via Michael Stephens’ place, so great to see him) the weather was terrible and the flight we were supposed to take was cancelled. Many people including us were stuck there overnight when we would have preferred to be at the conference venue, the Grand Hotel. I was put up in a decent hotel and fed dinner and we discussed jockeying for ferry positions the next morning. I had warned everyone in advance of even taking this speaking gig that I was not a morning person and someone graciously got up early and got a timestamped ferry ticket for me for later in the day. This was a huge deal.

The Grand Hotel is one of those places that is fancy but also deeply committed to service. All of their 385 rooms are different. When I finally got to the hotel at about 1 pm on the day I was speaking, I was put in a crazy-looking suite that overlooked the water. Which was terrific except that there was a crew of hotel-opener people (the hotel officially opened the day after the conference closed) that was going over the front of the place with leaf-blowers and lawn tools and who knows what else. I moved my room to an equally quirky suite on the back of the hotel where I rested after a day and a half of on-again-off-again travel.

My talk about the 21st Century Digital Divide was done in an oddly-shaped room without the benefit of slides. I’ve talked about it elsewhere (short form: people who could not see or hear me talked through it) but it was a suboptimal setup which we all tried to make the best of. I got a lot of positive feedback from the state library folks despite some of the shortcomings and they made a special reminder announcement before the next keynote about not carrying on conversations while people were speaking. I heard it was great, I was asleep. My workshop the next day about maintaining conference momentum went really well and, again, I got great support from the organizers as well as the hotel when I decided I needed last-minute handouts.

All in all, despite a situation where there were a lot of things that were out of people’s control, the conference was memorably great for me personally and I think for a lot (most?) of the attendees as well. As much as people made joking “Never again!” comments, there was something about working together in unusual settings through various kinds of adversity that brings people closer together. I felt well-taken care of and appreciated as well as well-compensated. And, personally, I had a great time. The people I talked to all felt the same. Thanks, Library of Michigan.

A few links for people who like that sort of thing


semanticdrift: MATADOR’S LOOK: Spanish bullfighter Juan Jose…


MATADOR’S LOOK: Spanish bullfighter Juan Jose Padilla looked ahead moments before killing his second bull during the August Fair at La Malagueta bullring in Malaga, southern Spain, Wednesday. (Jorge Zapata/EPA) (via Photos of the Day: Aug. 22 - Photo Journal - WSJ)


“Internet machine is a multi-screen film about the invisible…

"Internet machine is a multi-screen film about the invisible infrastructures of the internet. The film reveals the hidden materiality of our data by exploring some of the machines through which ‘the cloud’ is transmitted, processed and transformed." - Internet machine – Timo Arnall

cf Arnall’s earlier film “Robot Readable World




manpodcast: This is one Carleton Watkins picture printed four…


This is one Carleton Watkins picture printed four different times. It’s The Domes from the Sentinel Dome, Yosemite (1865-66). Different prints of the picture are in about a dozen different collections around the world. 

We’re showing you four versions of the picture to demonstrate how print quality and condition vary from artwork to artwork. The picture at the top of this post is the print in the Stanford University Libraries and is on view in  "Carleton Watkins: The Stanford Albums" at the Cantor Arts Center at Stanford University.

Next is a print from the Bancroft Library at the University of California, Berkeley, then the J. Paul Getty Museum, and finally the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Count the Stanford print as a good example of how the exhibition now at the Cantor features prints of extraordinary quality. Click on each picture to expand it!

This week’s Modern Art Notes Podcast spotlights "Carleton Watkins: The Stanford Albums" at the Cantor. The exhibition, which is on view through August 17, features 83 mammoth plates from three unique Watkins albums in the special collections of the Stanford University Libraries. It was curated by Cantor curator Elizabeth Kathleen Mitchell and George Philip LeBourdais.

On the occasion of the exhibition, Stanford University Press has published “Carleton Watkins: The Stanford Albums,” an exhibition catalogue that features essays from three of the guests on this week’s program: Alexander Nemerov, Erik Steiner and Corey Keller. The book features what may be the largest reproductions of Watkins mammoth-plate pictures ever published. At $35, it’s a bargain. (Expect the price to go up when the book goes into a second printing.) 

Alexander Nemerov is a professor of the arts and humanities at Stanford. His most recent books are “To Make a World: George Ault and 1940s America,” the catalogue to the exhibition of the same title he curated at the Smithsonian American Art Museum, “Acting in the Night: Macbeth and the Places of the Civil War.” His most recent book is “Wartime Kiss: Visions of the Moment in the 1940s,” a look at the power of American photographs and films from the 1940s. 

Erik Steiner is the creative director of the Spatial History Project, a part of the Center for Spatial and Textual Analysis at Stanford. His recent projects include "Shaping the West," which examined how the railroad impacted the construction of space in the 19th-century West.

Corey Keller is a curator at the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art and one of America’s top experts on 19th-century photography. Keller’s exhibitions include “Brought to Light: Photography and the Invisible, 1840-1900,” which explored the use of photography in 19th-century science. Her other exhibitions include surveys of Henry Wessel and Francesca Woodman. 

How to listen: Download this week’s program on SoundCloud, via direct-link mp3, or subscribe to The MAN Podcast (for free) at:


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cuchulain thumbHow Cuanduine was Docketed, Injected, and Psychanalysed

Twitter / xor: “Whoops: cops pull over a woman, guns…

Twitter / xor: “Whoops: cops pull over a woman, guns drawn, and force her to her knees—over ALPR mistake. 9Ct opinion today”

Uncategorized Posters

I created a few posters for the Institute of Physics in the UK. Their problem – one that the US shares – was that the hard sciences in general and physics in particular were seeing declining interest in the population of school children. I had the great fortune to be able to work with Rich Seymour for the initial conception part of the project, which was great fun, and was inspiring to say the least.

As per Rich’s idea, we waded into some of the more far-out printing processes, ending up with two photo-luminescent posters, and one printed with thermal inks, that reveal ink underneath when one applies heat. The design implications, challenges, and opportunities brought about using their rather esoteric printing techniques were eye-opening for me, and terrific fun.  I’ve since been inundated by requests from math and science teachers here and in the UK, asking to reprint and share: they are the best emails ever.


May 14, 2014

May 14, 2014

Lina Medina is the youngest confirmed mother in medical history.   She gave birth to a boy when she was five years old.  The boy had a natural life, but didn’t know that his mom was a mom.  For the first ten years of his life, he thought that was his sister.   He lived till he was 40, but mom is still alive and living in Peru.   When her parents brought her to a doctor, they thought she may have a tumor, but the hospital confirmed that she was seven months pregnant.  It’s very rare, but it seems Lina matured quite early in her life. There was also the big question who is the father?  It was suspected that it was Lina’s father, and he was arrested, but they found no proof that he was the actual father.  Lina either didn’t tell, or she can’t remember.  Nevertheless, her son Gerardo, who was named after the doctor who delivered the baby, had a reasonable normal life, but died from a bone marrow disease.

I first heard about the strange occurrence of Lina, while studying Lou Harrison’s music and his interest in Peru.  It is always ironic that how one can read about something else, and it will lead to another avenue or narration.  The photograph of Lina, expecting at seven months, is an image that haunts me for various reasons.  She of course, in her time, became a media darling.   A producer in America was trying to entice her with an offer of $5,000 to document her life, but she or her family didn’t give an approval.  But there is likewise a report that her doctor, had made films of Lina for scientific documentation, but either by chance or karma, the film footage was in a baggage and was dropped into the river while crossing a very primitive bridge.  So there are very few images of Lina’s pregnancy. Well, actually one still exists.

My mother had me when she was 19 years old.  So, it is my nature to take an interest in women who gave birth at such a young age.  Oona Chaplin, was also 19, when she gave birth to her daughter Geraldine Chaplin.   It must have been strange to be married to such an iconic figure and yet, your sole job, was to raise the children in that family.  Oona has always been interesting, because she is a mystery to me.   She started off her life as the daughter of the distinguished playwright Eugene O’Neill, who pretty much ignored her during her lifetime, as well as distancing himself from her and Chaplin, who he reportedly hated.   Nevertheless she was chosen as “The Number One Debutante” of the 1942-1943 season at the Stork Club in New York City.   It is a likelihood that Charlie met Oona at the Stork Club.  But history said that they met when she approached him for a role in a film, that eventually didn’t get produced - nevertheless they fell in love, and she gave up her dreams of being just an actress.   She gave birth to seven more children, with Charlie as the dad, and that was very well the twilight years for Chaplin, with respect for his film work.   The McCarthy era was a very harsh decade for people like Charlie Chaplin.   In 1954, Oona gave up her American citizenship and became a British citizen.  So, first she had to strip her ambitions to be an actress, and then eventually remove herself as an American.

As I write this, I’m also facing my Facebook page, and I decided to look up Oona and Lina.  I don’t know the family history, but there is an actress named Oona Chaplin, who I presume is the granddaughter of our Oona, as well as a page for Lina Medina!   It is just so odd that we have something like Facebook in our lives, because it attaches so many people, yet makes them one.  Today it’s Mark Zuckerberg’s birthday and ten years ago, Facebook started, and what I found interesting is that he’s color blind.  He chooses the color blue for Facebook, because it is the one color he can actually see.   Also the fact that he was born in 1984, says a lot about our culture.

untrustyou: Sunghee Lee


Sunghee Lee


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MAXIMUM FINE y’know, as in the most fine something could possibly be

 : C O N T E N T S : ~

machinic creak and lurch, the woozy degradation of some piece of symphony; real music in lo-res and slo-mo, the suburban quiet of a walk taken over a year ago, the hiss of quiet and the clink of fasteners, constant reminder of birdsong, songs almost imperceptible in the distance, the agreeable bounce of an unattended drum machine, the rattle of keys and the thud of entrances, water as seething strips of torn fizz, agitated synth thumps ‘n’ pulses c/o 337is , a cat mewling and purring something like a decade ago, the plink and burble of empty mugs dreaming, birds singing of war and lust in a municipal park undergoing renovation

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loose_connections is a half hour of snap, crackle and pop utterly disassociated from successful cereal brands and inflicted exclusively on Basic.Fm by jimmy Kipple Sound

TRANSMISSION DATES : Wednesday 14/05 & 21/05 @ 12:00 BST / Thursday 15/05 & 22/05 @ 08:00 BST


ingridfanwu: Just a doodle done with fingers and ipad~ And…


Just a doodle done with fingers and ipad~
And yeah, you know what it means… =w=
Tintin and Skut




David Byrne

davidbyrnesmoke1For a guy with no sense of humor, he sure is funny.

Wade Guyton May Be Torpedoing His Own Sales — Vulture Wade…

Wade Guyton May Be Torpedoing His Own Sales — Vulture

Wade Guyton’s smallish but beautiful black, blue, and red Untitled is estimated to sell for between $2.5 and $3.5 million tonight, and rumor has it that there’s a guarantee of $4 million. Guyton makes his art on inkjet printers and photocopiers, and last week, he began printing scores of new paintings from the same 2005 file that produced this one, perhaps an attempt to erase the singularity of this painting and torpedo its price. He took pictures of this process and posted them on Instagram. You can go to his account (@burningbridges38) and see copies of the painting rolling out of his printer and spread out all over his studio floor. These images have gone viral. Suddenly the piece at Christie’s is identical to dozens of others. The uniqueness has gone away.
Update, two days later: the piece still sold for $3.5m.

uvre: Francis Baudevin


Francis Baudevin


Thomas Gainsborough

Thomas_Gainsborough_by_Thomas_GainsboroughHe painted bizarre bone structure and fetal eyeballs.

“A Hong Kong VC fund has just appointed an algorithm to its board. Deep Knowledge Ventures, a firm…”

A Hong Kong VC fund has just appointed an algorithm to its board.

Deep Knowledge Ventures, a firm that focuses on age-related disease drugs and regenerative medicine projects, says the program, called VITAL, can make investment recommendations about life sciences firms by poring over large amounts of data.

Just like other members of the board, the algorithm gets to vote on whether the firm makes an investment in a specific company or not. The program will be the sixth member of DKV’s board.

- VITAL Named To Board - Business Insider

Bruce Rogers

SONY DSCBooks can be lovely and readable at the same time.


The emerging science of "superspreaders" (via GeekPress):
... Sen and co found similar results when they examined the network of scientific dissemination in journals of the American Physical Society as well as in subsets of the networks on Twitter and Facebook. Users of all these different networks showed the same information-spreading behaviour.

Bad apples

Forbidden fruit!

Also: I would eat these.

defacevalue: A Neil Young LP cover housing The Who’s Live at…


A Neil Young LP cover housing The Who’s Live at Leeds.


amnhnyc: The incredible diversity of pterosaurs is perhaps best…


The incredible diversity of pterosaurs is perhaps best expressed in one of the prehistoric flying reptile’s most intriguing and mysterious features: the head crest.

Akin to a rooster’s comb or a peacock’s crown, pterosaur crests were prominent anatomical features found across many species in an amazing range of shapes and sizes.

Learn more about these Mesozoic mohawks. 




Code-X (6)

burts beesLess Clean, More Free

May 13, 2014

May 13, 2014

I rarely write about myself as a publisher.  Mostly due to the mystique of working behind the velvet curtain and not letting anyone see the work that is put together, and to be perfectly honest, I do not know exactly what the hell is the proper way of being a publisher.   For me, it started off as Show N’ Tell at elementary school.   As young students, we were asked to bring something from home to show and present to our class.  Most people brought their favorite object of some sort. It could be a doll, from a girl or a toy truck from a boy (very gender specific in those days).   A lot of times it can be something personal like a watercolor painting or an ashtray made by dried macaroni and then usually painted either gold or silver.  What I brought to the classroom was for me the most important item, or publication in my existence at that time - TV Guide.

Although I wasn’t really allowed to watch a lot of TV at home, except when I stayed with my grandparents over the weekend, where it was TV viewing non-stop, from early morning to late afternoon, following a break where I go outside to run, walk or play, and then back to the TV set for more intense viewing till bedtime.   I would like to say that I learned to read at a young age from looking at my parents large library of books, or an interest in children’s literature at the time, but the truth is the main source of reading was the weekly TV Guide.

I would get the TV guide on a Sunday morning, and with a color pen, mark all the shows I wanted to watch that week.  My hobby was a strange one, since I mentioned I couldn’t watch a lot of TV shows at home, I pretended to, and basically there are shows that I never seen, but nevertheless I read about them and marked it off on the Guide as seeing them.   So, I had an imaginative version of a lot of shows, but only the one’s that were shown on a regular basis from Monday to Friday.   The weekend was real-time watching from Saturday morning to Sunday night.   Bear in mind this is before cable or streaming, or even VHS taping.  If I wanted to watch a show I had to be there on time and in front of a set.  Occasionally I had to go to a party with my family or there maybe a family gathering over the weekend, which spelled out death to me.   The one thought in my mind was that I was missing an episode of a certain show.  “Johnny Quest” comes to mind a show that I was devoted to, and it was rare to have an animated show playing in the evening.  But I remember we had to leave the house for some unimportant reason (to me at least) and I had almost a panic attack thinking that I was missing that episode.  Luckily, over the summer they repeated a lot of shows, so if I blew this one, I more likely can see it three or four months later.

I would wake up in the morning early to study the TV Guide.  With a pen in my hand, I would read each description of every show.  Even shows I have no interest in, I just wanted to make sure I covered the waterfront as one would say in my favorite song.   I was deeply concerned with programming that started around 11 PM, because I was forced to go to bed at that hour.  I would lie awake in bed, thinking what I was missing on the TV set.  Mostly films, but they always sounded interesting to me.  One time I remember seeing Howard Hawk’s “The Big Sleep” on Channel 5 at 9:00 P.M. My family was big cinema goers and sometimes they would take me as well.  But to be honest I rather watch a movie on TV, with the commercials running through it.  At the time it was hard for me to pay attention to a whole film being played without interruption, because I felt my mind was going to different places, and watching a commercial was like reading a book and waiting for the end of the sentence or the paragraph break.  Also the description in the Guide was great: “

Bear in mind that, I never collected TV Guide.  Once the week was over, I would throw it away, even though I wrote detailed notes or footnotes at the bottom of the page, regarding a show that I would have an interest in seeing.   Also as a literary style, I was very much taken by the caption description of specific episodes.  There was something very zen-like at times.  For example, here’s “Gomer Pile, USMC.”

“Sargent Carter’s sister tells him she’s getting married - but Carter doesn’t approve of his future bother-in-law.   Gomer: Jim Nabors.  Carter: Frank Sutton.  Colonel: Forrest Compton.  Then there will be a separate paragraph giving credits to the Guest Cast.  Babe Carter - Marlyn Mason.  Kanobly - Bill Idelson.   Then oddly enough there is a separate line after that saying “actor Bill Idelson co-authored the script.” For me being a young cineaste or TV-fan, this was priceless information.
As I approached my teenage years, I got more interested in literature, which eventually leads me to publish.  Nevertheless, the first work on paper that made an impression on me was for sure TV Guide.   My first interest in writing was hoping that somehow I could get a job writing plot caption in the publication.  It was incomprehensible to me that these writers were never known, and in a way it is a lost art form or literature that no one cares about - except me of course.



fromschnitzeltosalsa: Check out the spelling on this menu for…


Check out the spelling on this menu for the Lake Placid Club in 1934.  Melville Dewey (yes, of Dewey Decimal System fame) founded the Lake Placid Club and was supporter of simplified spelling. According to a blog post in the Adirondack Almanack, “Melville’s fascination with language and with efficiency also left its mark on the Lake Placid Club, in the form of ‘simpler spelling.’ Designed to ‘economize time and shorten the years of study’ as well as to save publishing costs, Dewey’s system for simplified spelling eliminated ‘unnecessary letters’ from the English language.” Dewey died in 1931 (three years before this menu), but apparently his spelling legacy lived on at the Lake Placid Club.


new-aesthetic: Long-Exposure Spy Cameras Will Capture Berlin’s…


Long-Exposure Spy Cameras Will Capture Berlin’s Growth For The Next 100 Years - PSFK, via Dan W.

Artist Jonathon Keats has designed a surveillance unit that has a century-long exposure time, so it can capture the gradual change of a city over the years. Working with the Team Titanic gallery, the unauthorized urban project will see 100 of these Century Cameras hidden all across Berlin next week. The cameras serve not only as a way to uniquely document the passing of time, but also as a way to hold present-day Berliners accountable for their city’s future. “The first people to see these photos will be children who haven’t yet been conceived. They’re impacted by every decision we make, but they’re powerless. If anyone has the right to spy on us, it’s our descendants.”



Long-Exposure Spy Cameras Will Capture Berlin’s Growth For…

Long-Exposure Spy Cameras Will Capture Berlin’s Growth For The Next 100 Years - PSFK, via Dan W.

Artist Jonathon Keats has designed a surveillance unit that has a century-long exposure time, so it can capture the gradual change of a city over the years. Working with the Team Titanic gallery, the unauthorized urban project will see 100 of these Century Cameras hidden all across Berlin next week. The cameras serve not only as a way to uniquely document the passing of time, but also as a way to hold present-day Berliners accountable for their city’s future. “The first people to see these photos will be children who haven’t yet been conceived. They’re impacted by every decision we make, but they’re powerless. If anyone has the right to spy on us, it’s our descendants.”

“1) customer focus (not competitor focus), 2) take big swings…

"1) customer focus (not competitor focus), 2) take big swings & invent, 3) have long term view. Bezos to schoolkids." - @spencerrascoff on Twitter)


Gil Evans

evans thumbArranging and rearranging was his witchcraft.

(via Calamityware: Disastrous Scenarios on Traditional Blue…

(via Calamityware: Disastrous Scenarios on Traditional Blue Porcelain Dinner Plates | Colossal)


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