Blog: Frightened Fields

Elsa Schiaparelli's Skeleton Dress was the first piece of hers I'd seen that caught my eye enough for me to say her name three times so as I would remember it and this was well before I cared enough about fashion to care enough to remember who'd made what, and that dress is good. Pre- or Ur- or Proto-Gaultier seems dismissive, but what do you want? Giger ? Sufficed to say, I had every intention of posting something, but then I sat down and googled Elsa Schiaparelli. [...]

Hot Rod Lincoln Car Jump gave me exactly what I expected, but, half-listening and not watching, it revealed itself as a lightning-fast evisceration of the soul. "Powers was lucky: He'd broken his back." is a vivisection. "Did I make it? Is everyone pleased?" This is a man living a life of noisy desperation. He didn't make it across the river, but I'm sure he got there in the end.

I choose the titles for posts by hitting Random Article at Wikipedia until something jumps out at me. Last night, the second page to come up was St. Joseph County, Indiana . I lived in St. Joseph County. I went to high school there. I thought this papercut was amazingly detailed and almost overwhelmingly precise, and then I saw the big one. Mucha's interpretation of the themes inherent in The Lord's Prayer makes me wish he had drawn comic [...]

I choose the titles for posts by hitting Random Article at Wikipedia until something jumps out at me. Last night, the second page to come up was St. Joseph County, Indiana . I lived in St. Joseph County. I went to high school there. I thought this papercut was amazingly detailed and almost overwhelmingly precise, and then I saw the big one. Mucha's interpretation of the themes inherent in The Lord's Prayer makes me wish he had drawn comic [...]

I generally find the headings for posts here by searching on a random article at Wikipedia and going with the first three-word-poem that latches my eyes. It's long been theorized that clicking on the second link in subsequent articles will inevitably lead to Philosophy. This visualizes that retroactively. Sand. The Scream has way more orange than I remember. [...]

I generally find the headings for posts here by searching on a random article at Wikipedia and going with the first three-word-poem that latches my eyes. It's long been theorized that clicking on the second link in subsequent articles will inevitably lead to Philosophy. This visualizes that retroactively. Sand. The Scream has way more orange than I remember. [...]

I'm enamored with the myth of the cosmic Iago; the genetic memory of ancestral whispers from ghost mouths, a kagemusha to say be cool. These calm me. Sometimes, there are lovely pictures of jellyfish here. Peter Langenhahn. This piece is made from nail clippings [...]

Gorgeous Hungarian Bi-Cycles. Japanese Lightning Bugs. Sinbad's Roc's Egg Unimaginable Paper Cuts. Il Bestiario Barocco. Retro Logo Goodness. [...]

This was the first thing I stumbled upon whilst mining the depths for ore. I'm excited to be going to the big city (barefoot, overalls, chewing straw). Skull & Crossbones-themed craft project is inevitable this visit. That one fight in that one Matrix movie where there's like a million of that one guy would have been great as a dance sequence. Has anyone put CGI to its natural good use, which is, of [...]

Spring Cleaning, hard and fast. This slate is dirty. From an half-informed anthropological standpoint, speaking in tongues in the context of teeny windowless backwoods churches like this can and does come across as creepy, to be generous. It makes me think about how rad some pagan rites must have been before christians turned them into easter. Edgard Varèse said the modern-day composer refuses to die. There's a ton of recordings of classical composers that remains listenable here. [...]

Sophie Scholl was a member of the White Rose. Tried for treason, she was executed for distributing anti-nazi propaganda. Anybody who talks like this in the heart of Nazi Germany warrants a tip of the hat in my book. "Every word that proceeds from Hitler's mouth is a lie. When he says peace, he means war. And when he names the name of the Almighty in a most blasphemous manner, he means the almighty evil one, that fallen angel, Satan. His mouth is the stinking maw of hell and his might is [...]

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One of the contestants on the biggest loser (me, for watching) used to be an Olympic wrestler. The show reunited him with a former trainer in order for the trainer to shame the brute for letting himself go. His trainer is a former Pride fighter. Pride is a big mixed martial art (blended army painting) league, but I always liked the two-word poem of the name. I'd say stick with this at least until he says "people always underestimate the kick to the groin." What to do for a sorbet after all that bang-a-da-bang-a-da-bang? [...]

I regret not recording the 7-foot-tall man with long white hair. He'd often turn his head and remark loudly, announcing some fact of mythology that needed to be dispersed as gospel to the masses. The closest he came to any declaration of intent was when he compared a can of black beans to fudge and made it seem as though fudge might be bad. He started with the dove. "Do you see they dove above my head? I am the human form of Noah that gave God the plum. A quill from the dove above my head was used by [...]

I was going to write something about oranges instead of sifting through my past week's worth of browsing history in order to assemble a psychological profile that maintains a genuine-seeming air of urbane verve and insouciant charm, but what do I know about oranges. Let's take a moment for some Music Television. I used to rock a fantastic flashdance routine to this whilst in my cups back in the day alone in my room, la zona fantasma. I went to my myspace page to mainly to [...]

The austere curatorial bent has run its course, in the least for now. I cover lots of ground and my eyes catch things, but it's easy to be a lazy filter, a narcissistic butterfly net ("Did you see what I saw?"). Let's look at at what I looked and at what I liked looking. That's Elspeth Beard. She rode that motor-cycle around the world, London to London. I read about Thor Heyerdahl when was 10, and knew that this gene that pulls people full-force [...]

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