Kitty’s First Ledge.
By David | September 30, 2009 | 1 Comment
I Don’t Really…
By David | September 30, 2009 | No Comments
… think that this applies.
I Goddamn Love Batman
By Kervin | September 30, 2009 | No Comments
Today, I started and finished the collected The Dark Knight Returns, Frank Miller’s frightful imagination of the most-beloved superhero to date. I’m no great comics nerd; I don’t know histories or alt-universe subplots, and I certainly can’t name more than six Marvel or DC heroes or villains, but holy goddamn was it awesome:
It doesn't begin or end here.
People with less scruples than I might be able to find it on mininova, but I don’t know how these internets things work. I bought it in a store.
Tauba Auerbach
By Anna | September 30, 2009 | 1 Comment
The site hurts my brain a little to look et, but then again so does “Frequency” – 10,000 individual cut-out letters glued down on paper.
Ugh.
The hood.
By Anna | September 30, 2009 | 1 Comment
Ork Posters makes silkscreen posters of cities divided into their neighborhoods and defined in type. I’m wanting to do something similar for Albuquerque but as an epic linoleum cut. You’d buy that, right?
(It’s appalling how much good design I saw while I was in Seattle, and how much of it I’d seen on the internet already. It was cool seeing these posters in a stationer’s in Ballard and then finding them again last night)
conquering the birth of geometry
By Kervin | September 30, 2009 | No Comments
well, let’s see here. start with parts: 1) geo – somehow pertaining to the big ball we all shit on and 2) metrics – something about the maths we’ve all done now and again.
now, let’s take into consideration a very vague history of human life. we started as apes, then figured out hitting with sticks, got a little smarter, made some more tools and formed tribes of the strong, intelligent and quick– no longer had to work as hard at gettin a meal, so we had the time to get a little smarter, and somewhere along those lines realized that with enough tools, strength, and agility, we could keep shit to ourselves. so we did that, and then realized “hey damn this is energy-consumin” so we devised that we could make other humans do the gruntwork for us with silly reasons like slavery and wages. then individuals realized they weren’t the only ones doing this, so we humans needed ways to fence others out so turfs weren’t tarnished. basic concepts of “this shit’s mine so fuck off” were enforced with “fences” and “blunt weapons” but it turns out those ways weren’t too particularly accurate. so there were “god” and “law” and other silly things thrown in there at some point while indentured servants, or “mathematicians” were beaten with sticks or swords or whatever until they figured out some ideas that conflicted with “god” or “law” or what-have-you, but were still very, very, very good at saying “keep your goddamn feet off my extremely precisely defined hunk of dirt we’re trying to raise cattle and sheep for wool and food over here goddamnit, those are mine.” or, in a word, plots.
i’ve got a couple. see you on saturday, harwood
Joan Linder
By Anna | September 29, 2009 | 4 Comments
Made with a quill pen, one of my favorite writing/drawing utensils. Joan Linder.
Would.
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