Friday Ephemera
Serendipity. (h/t, Holborn) || Forbidden love. || “The latest frontier in denim.” (h/t, Julia) || A guide to public transport seat cover design. || Calling Dr Strange. (h/t, Obnoxio) || Scenes. || Clouds. || Beating organ. || He does this better than you do. || Things “we need to talk about,” #204. || Urine wheels and other pee-related wonders. || The pebble palace and other art gardens. || Evergreen. (h/t, Dicentra) || It’s called making an entrance, darling. || Piety displayed, then sudden difficulties. || Rotational drama. || Slo-mo Taekwondo. || “Weighed only slightly more than a pack of butter.” || Word-pile detected. || At last, competitive slapping. || And finally, I bring you some next-level performance art.
Clouds
I was helping load in a costumer’s convention one time, where we had to pick up stuff here and there, mannequins and costumes and such, where at one point we were getting the truck loaded with most of one load, and then looked way uphill, up the street, noted the advancing curtain of water—Ok, MOVE NOW!!!!!!!
Things “we need to talk about,” #204.
Now, now, Irma Bunt did have Ernst, after all . . . .
Urine wheels and other pee-related wonders
Tidy mouse.
The pebble palace and other art gardens.
Nice staircase . . .
Piety displayed, then sudden difficulties.
As ever . . .
Let’s try that again, not sure what happened there.
Tidy mouse.
At last, competitive slapping.
Fish dance.
And finally, I bring you some next-level performance art.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . Up, or down??
Let’s try that again, not sure what happened there.
. . . . . Apparently in the first time pasting, the first part of the link got dropped.
“l.co.uk/news/article-6821975/PenEtc . . . . .”
Speaking of mice, apparently Disney have been making these since 2013. Why did nobody tell me?
They seem to owe more to Bob Clampett and Tex Avery than ol’ Walt, but dammit, they’re funny. And there doesn’t seem to have been any attempt to
SJW-ify“modernize” them, either (“You got it, toots!”).David, I love you. The black dog’s been biting at my heels again, and your funny stuff, especially Ephemera, always helps.
(Clinical depression runs in the family on my mom’s side, striking the females between the ages of 55-60, so I’m right on schedule. Spells between bouts are lengthening so I am hoping it will gradually fade off, as it did for everyone else.)
Mr. Churchill, will you please come get your damn dog? I sure don’t want him.
They seem nice.
Word-pile detected.
And this is called philosophy, PhD-grade. I might add that against this particular form normal humanity has erected no sound defense except intermittent, informal criticism.
In the 21st Century, therefore, philosophy is itself an existential crisis to which there is no solution.
They seem to owe more to Bob Clampett and Tex Avery
That’s a funny way to spell John Kricfalusi.
Word-pile detected. || At last, competitive slapping.
I see what you did there.
And finally, I bring you some next-level performance art.
Actual LOL
The thing really standing out for me in that Word-pile is not so much the bizarrely heterogeneous concatenation of academic wank-words. It’s the fact that it’s a thesis that is all about the author. It’s Narcissus looking at himself in a book, a grotesquely overlong justification of self-love.
Morning, all.
Actual LOL
I don’t see any art there, any aesthetic, but it is at least quite cartoonish, and might have made for an amusing advert of some kind. Which is something, I suppose.
Baby steps.
The decline of both academia and the mainstream media captured conveniently in one post.
It’s Narcissus looking at himself in a book, a grotesquely overlong justification of self-love.
The word autoethnography should always trigger an alarm for impending bollocks, especially when combined with the standard incantations of “white supremacy,” “neoliberalism,” etc. You’d think the stench of mental death would scare people away. But some seem drawn to it.
The pebble palace and other art gardens.
The Owlhouse, Nieu Bethesda
Beating organ.
Band name.
Socialist theatre:

Via Damian.
I think This is called ‘revealed preference’.
Socialist theatre:
A.k.a. lying.
A.k.a. lying.
A.k.a. business as usual.
I think this is called ‘revealed preference’.
It must be strange to live in a near-continual state of dissonance and pretending. And presumably, of worrying that these dishonesties will be discovered, as above. But such is modern leftism.
Not only is Peterson not alt-right, blogger Vox Day, who DOES appeal to the alt-right, thinks he’s insanely evil and even wrote a book to that effect, Jordanetics.
(Not sure if Vox Day considers himself alt-right or not, but he seems fairly popular with those who do.)
where we had to pick up stuff here and there, mannequins and costumes and such,
Speaking of mannequins….
Not only is Peterson not alt-right,
And note that the author of this smugly ignorant smear, Rosemary Bennett, isn’t some freelancer or newbie, but the paper’s Education Editor – a woman with 17 years’ experience and previous, statusful gigs at Reuters and the FT. Ms Bennett is currently ignoring numerous corrections of her piece on Twitter.
Newsweek Producer
Band name.
Vox Day, who DOES appeal to the alt-right, thinks he’s insanely evil
Somebody linked a few months ago to something Vox Day wrote about Peterson. I didn’t have time to read the whole thing, but at first glance it certainly puzzled me.
This just in: “Mother” is “no longer a gender-specific term.” Please update your files and lifestyles accordingly.
“Urine wheels.” Honest to God, my first thought was “overshot or undershot?”
I don’t see any art there…
No nudity! No menstrual blood! It can’t be art.
At least it’s clever and promises the possibility of self-inflicted violence, so it has a Steve-O kind of vibe going for it. And by violence, I mean real violence. Not the rhetorical kind most often discussed in the clown quarter.
“Impending Bollocks”.
Band name.
Band name.
And now it sounds vaguely lascivious.
The ‘performance art’ would have been more interesting with a pneumatic hammer.
Deploy the diabolical White Man Weather Machine.
Hi pst314,
I think Vox Day gets obsessed with things, like blogger Rod Dreher does. Vox Day was obsessed with trashing the Hugo Awards (science fiction awards) for quite a while, because they are infested with SJWs, like everything else in mainstream publishing. He’s a very rich trust-fund kid so he set up his own publishing house to compete with the SJWs and seems to be holding his own. Good for him. He published Marian Bradley’s daughter’s reminiscences blowing the lid off the sleazy part of science-fiction “fandom,” when no mainstream publisher would touch it, Bradley being revered among feminists for writing a feminist (and very bad) version of King Arthur. Good for him. Then he feuded with science fiction writer John Scalzi. That one was probably a publicity stunt benefiting both parties as Scalzi responded with enthusiasm, calling Vox Day a “racist sexist homophobic dipshit.” (Scalzi has put all his eggs in the SJW basket and so appears to be distinctly nervous about the inevitable day his fans notice that he is OMG SMH a white guy.). After a while Scalzi seems to have figured that being the anti-Vox Day will keep him safe for quite a while so he dropped the feud. Vox Day then moved on to Jordan Peterson, who of course was not even aware of his existence, and at that point it got so ridiculous I quit reading. Vox Day does break stories, e. g. the Bradley story, so I check in every so often but don’t read him regularly any more.
He also subscribes to sorting men’s personalities into groups named after Greek letters, Alpha, Beta, Delta, and so forth. That kind of scheme always reminds me of those women’s-magazine personality tests, but his fans seemed to love it, so good on him for providing it for them. If you enjoy hundred-comment discussions about whether So-and-so is Alpha, Beta, or the dreaded Gamma, Vox Day is your man.
Urine Wheels
The name or our third album. The slight come-back one after the disappointing second one, which 20 years from now will then be considered the superior effort but whose initial success at release was dismissed as being only liked by fan bios.. Do they still have albums? May need to restratigize.
Pogo, voxday also seems to be convinced of a massive conspiracy to run the world on the part of <<>>. Is that the right number of <<<>>>?
I really don’t get his Jordan Peterson fixation though; jp is the enemy of my enemy as far as I’m concerned.
The name of our third album.
[ Looks in mirror, starts practising moody pout. ]
The kids like moody pouting, right?
And flugelhorn solos.
@ Sam Duncan:
….apparently Disney have been making these since 2013.
That was pretty good. As you say, a ‘modernised’ Mickey but still something you’d let kids watch.
Looks in mirror, starts practising moody pout.
Davids place right now.
He published Marian Bradley’s daughter’s reminiscences blowing the lid off the sleazy part of science-fiction “fandom,”
The most tragic thing about all of that – aside from the chold molesting, obviously – is that there was no lid. Everyone involved in the con scene has known about all of this and much more besides (do some Googling for Ed Kramer, the founder of DragonCon) for decades. It’s the worst kept secret in fandom. I punched out in the mid-2000’s because I could no longer stomach the excusing and the defending of these people by the community.
David’s place right now.
Actually, at the moment it’s more like this.
Actually, at the moment it’s more like this.
Too many steak slices will do that….
I think this qualifies as performance art. Pranking the high fashion world with an outrageous outfit and performance
https://fstoppers.com/fashion/youtubers-prank-london-fashion-week-photographers-faking-model-ridiculous-349757