Babies’ first encounters with lemon. // Montana elk herd crosses road. Will the lone straggler make it? // Paper robot field test. // A life-sized cardboard Iron Man and other cardboard creatures. // What a dog’s tongue does. // Special needs Doberman. // How many days did you spend watching that show? // If the Moon were a giant disco ball. // Build your own solar system with Super Planet Crash. // Alien audiobook. // Drag balls in Kansas, 1950s-60s. (h/t, MeFi) // Kingdom of the little people. // A-ki-ra. // Hedgehog masks. // City of darkness. // Can you do a British accent? // The coldest city. // A brief history of post-credits movie scenes. // Baby elephant gifs. // And finally, befriend your hummingbird. 

Brace yourselves, dear readers, it’s art news time. Today we marvel at the searing brilliance of the French performance artist Abraham Poincheval, who, as I type, resides in the belly of a bear. Or rather, in the hollowed-out carcass of a bear, one that’s currently situated in the Musée de la Chasse et de la Nature, Paris. Mr Poincheval is, we’re told, re-enacting “a powerful sensitivity” and “profound symbolism,” one that “still grips the Western world’s imagination today.” It’s a “communion” that will “inevitably bring him to a state of profound meditation.” He’s “confounding the boundaries between man and animal.” How so, you ask? 

Just like the mammal during the winter months, Poincheval remains within a small enclosure, keeping with him all the basic things he might need to survive throughout the weeks spent inside; food, water, activities and even a place to relieve himself… By residing within the species, Poincheval aims to understand his own physical limits and experience animal nature, a symbolic image of the ‘inside out’ of a bear during hibernation. 

Mr Poincheval began his immense artistic feat on April 1 and hopes to make it through two weeks of, um, “residing within the species” and “experiencing animal nature,” albeit with pillows and electric lighting, amenities and distractions, and a kettle on hand. There is, of course, a live feed for the benefit of aesthetes unable to make it to Paris. 

I urge you to tune in. It’s gripping stuff. 

At last, a tumblr devoted to gay male partners who look remarkably similar. 

“Because what’s sexier than dating yourself?” 

Skate Bush. // Substandard taxidermy. // Life is like that sometimes. // The clandestine laboratory register. // He likes all of the effects. // How to alarm friends and family by squeezing your head inside a jar. // From the air. // A worryingly thorough archive of flight attendant uniforms. (h/t, Coudal) // For fans of Hong Kong neon. // The ups and downs of TV shows in annotated graph form. // Global migration flows. // Apparently this is an advert for bottled water. // Play with Patatap. // Just this. // At last, a coffee shop for birds. // Cats and metalheads. // When in doubt. // Distributed intelligence and farting ink. // And finally, in the name of science, a simulation of 1,500 people trying to cross a road while texting. 

Here, via dicentra. 

Taken aback by goings-on. // Magic for dogs. // Apparently it’s a grindcore band. // Michael Jackson minus the music. // The science of dancefloor seduction: “Women rated dancers higher when they showed larger and more variable movements of the head, neck and torso.” // Accelerated sponges. // The making of neon signs. // Bus stop of note. // Our endangered green belt. // Previously on Game of Thrones. // Jonah Goldberg on “social justice.” // Just clouds. // The eyes of 200 people. // Light paintings. // Butterfly wings. // Why this man has a camera on his foot. // The secret life of classroom furniture. // Hair “in accordance with the socialist lifestyle.” // And finally, further to this, it’s 2048 Numberwang. 

Photographed by Elke Vogelsang. Via sk60. 

Attention, supervillains. // These stairs aren’t for everyone. // At last, an egg status app. // Going full hipster. (h/t, dicentra) // Parking. // Riding. // Pudding of note. // Know your Pantone colour. // Nepalese hand-painted ‘beware of the dog’ signs. Also, cats and chickens. // Big hair and balloons. // At last, geometric wooden clothing. // The secret life of litter. // The Leidenfrost effect. // The sundial you’ve always wanted. // Wolf likes belly-rubs. // Drawn hybrids. // Assorted car accidents. // Vintage space suits for sale. // Zoom the Moon. // And falling in low gravity.

Giant cursor is somewhat impractical. // Cane Toads: An Unnatural History (1988). // Trees in unlikely places. // POV juggling. // Rug made from jeans labels. // 2048, a tile game. (h/t, MeFi) // A big nag. // At dinner time, I bet your kids don’t behave this well. // Why parents rarely want their children to be artists, part 8. // Spider stealth. (h/t, Julia) // Soundwall. // Everyday tips for women. // For fresh eggs every morning, house a chicken indoors. // “It would take several trillion cell phones to collectively levitate a snowflake.” // And finally, the narcoleptic squirrel song.

The circus arts, Indian-style. // A tediously accurate scale model of the solar system. // Head for the hills, the robots are coming. // Father-son bonding. // A collection of abnormal frogs. // Underwater fashion. // Film restoration. // Flames. // The random teleporter. // At last, a see-through-tipped marker pen. // Soy sauce. // This I like. // Lunar map catalogue. // The digital comics museum. // Goats in sweaters, obviously. // Deep trench beasties five miles down. // A small compendium of Chinese hair. // Assorted porn search terms, presented in low-key relaxing manner. (h/t. MeFi) // And finally, somewhat shockingly: “An argument on the internet has been resolved to the satisfaction of both parties.”