Robbie made a new track. I like it a lot. It sounds it sounds like an audio output of my mind at the moment… chaotic, anxious. What this track has but is lacking in my thoughts at the moment, however, is creativity and beauty.
The cover is made from two discarded women’s boots that I found in the basement of my apartment building.
The buckle was also part of the boots, but now serves as a clasp to close the book.
The stitching (all the stitching that is not left over from the original pattern of the boots) is all hand-stitched and rough.
Given the nature of the material used, and its source, the faux leather had to be cut into shapes and then stuck together to make a large enough surface area. This lends the book a frankenstein’s monster sort of look…
Continue reading below for lots more pictures and background info.
“Our best universities have forgotten that the reason they exist is to make minds, not careers”
A couple of excerpts from this interesting article by William Deresiewicz, “The Disadvantages of
an Elite Education”:
The first disadvantage of an elite education, as I learned in my kitchen that day, is that it makes you incapable of talking to people who aren’t like you. Elite schools pride themselves on their diversity, but that diversity is almost entirely a matter of ethnicity and race. With respect to class, these schools are largely-indeed increasingly-homogeneous. Visit any elite campus in our great nation and you can thrill to the heartwarming spectacle of the children of white businesspeople and professionals studying and playing alongside the children of black, Asian, and Latino businesspeople and professionals. At the same time, because these schools tend to cultivate liberal attitudes, they leave their students in the paradoxical position of wanting to advocate on behalf of the working class while being unable to hold a simple conversation with anyone in it.
From further down…
I also never learned that there are smart people who aren’t “smart.” The existence of multiple forms of intelligence has become a commonplace, but however much elite universities like to sprinkle their incoming classes with a few actors or violinists, they select for and develop one form of intelligence: the analytic. While this is broadly true of all universities, elite schools, precisely because their students (and faculty, and administrators) possess this one form of intelligence to such a high degree, are more apt to ignore the value of others. One naturally prizes what one most possesses and what most makes for one’s advantages. But social intelligence and emotional intelligence and creative ability, to name just three other forms, are not distributed preferentially among the educational elite. The “best” are the brightest only in one narrow sense. One needs to wander away from the educational elite to begin to discover this.
Extinct, my ASS! from The Original Joe Fisher on Vimeo.
Speaking of dinosaurs roaming present-day earth… The boy in me loves this amazing dinosaur costume. Via Neatorama.
I like this advertising campaign designed by Rebecca Low for an exhibition celebrating the 200th Birthday of Charles Darwin that was to be shown at the Natural History Museum.
See the posters and ambient advertisements of the campaign here, and check out her other design work while you’re there.
Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!
Unlike our uses and our destinies.
Our ministering two angels look surprise
On one another, as they strike athwart
Their wings in passing. Thou, bethink thee, art
A guest for queens to social pageantries,
With gages from a hundred brighter eyes
Than tears even can make mine, to play thy part
Of chief musician. What hast thou to do
With looking from the lattice-lights at me,
A poor, tired, wandering singer, singing through
The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree?
The chrism is on thine head,—on mine, the dew,—
And Death must dig the level where these agree.
I get the urge to post all of them as soon as I read them. They make me motivated to try much harder with my own attempts at poetry.
Ein Mensch erhofft sich fromm und still,
dass er einst das kriegt, was er will;
bis er dann doch dem Wahn erliegt
und schließlich das will, was er kriegt.
Eugen Roth: Ein Mensch.
Compared to slug sex. Well — slug sex is as gross and slimy as one might imagine, but this video reveals an uncanny ballet and a spectacle that I certainly would not have expected.
Photographer Steve Schofield has made a series of photographs on the topic of freedom and identity, in which sci-fi fans are shown in costume in their own homes. The effect is quite eerie.
SlashFilm reports that Quentin Tarantino’s new WW2 ‘jewspoitation’ flick, which he’s been writing for years, is being heralded as a masterpiece by all that have read the script.
With Quentin Tarantino’s Inglorious Bastards now scheduled to begin filming in October in time for Cannes 2009 (!), the script is making the studio rounds this week and the first two reviews have just hit the Web. The consensus: Holy Shit. Our pal El Mayimbe at Latino Review describes the screenplay—-which is divided into five chapters—-as a masterpiece, adding, “Hands down, the script was the most enjoyable read of the year for me so far.” And this dude is privy to a lot of scripts people.
I like this video and song. Found the video via Graham Linehan’s blog:
Richard Ayoade directs the video for ‘Oxford Comma’ by my new favourite band, Vampire Weekend, and gives them the Godard/Wes Anderson one-take treatment (ah, Wes Anderson…what happened to him?).
A live version of the song “I like it” by Gerry and the Pacemakers… It’s better than the studio version.
Teehee, I had never seen this German version of the famous Monty Python ‘Lumberjack Song’ sketch. The translations aren’t word for word but it works.
I’ve been thinking a lot recently, and today in particular, about the phenomenon of understanding what should already be clear to us if we had just looked at it differently.
Just now, by coincidence, I found a good, if not so profound, example of this, when reading about the etymology of the word “forlorn“.
[Origin: bef. 1150; ME foreloren (ptp. of forlesen to lose completely), OE forloren (ptp. of forléosan); c. OHG firliosan (G verlieren), Goth fraliusan. See for-, lorn]
It’s so close to the German “verloren” – lost – but I would have never guessed unless I had looked at it in the context of its apparently Germanic etymology.
Actually verloren can mean forlorn in German too, as well as simply lost — I’ve just discovered.
Swedish exam tomorrow. Time to bust out this flash-card-like application i made in Flash last year when I was similarly procrastinating before a Swedish exam.
I’ve noticed that I misspelled at least one word in this thing though, rendering it pretty useless as a learning tool… The one error I spotted is the perfect of stand — stood — which should be stött not stått. .