Remember that big rubber suit sitcom Dinosaurs? Remember how it was the most incisive social commentary on television? No? OK, so you just remember wearing a t-shirt from K-Mart that said “Not the Mamma!” Fair enough. But the show had its moments. And apparently the whole run is on YouTube, including the 1992 two-part parable about the Gulf War where the dinos go to war over pistachios. Of course, it’s hard to ignore the fact that Iran is the world’s largest producer of pistachios, giving the whole deal a bit more modern resonance.
You’ve heard what’s happening to the Tasmanian devils, right? Really freaky face cancer, spread like it’s oral herpes at a kino mutai junior prom. Wait, what? OK, Tasmanian devils, like their more famous cartoon counterpart, really like biting things. Things like kangaroos and wombats and, hell, each other, all in the course of saying “hello” or “fuck off” or “let’s have sex”. Along comes a cancer spread by gnawing on your neighbors face and all hell breaks loose. Add that to the low genetic diversity of the species (apparently the stereotype of human Tasmanians also applies to the massively inbred population of devils) and the poor little monsters are dropping like flies. Horribly disfigured flies. Efforts have lately focused on quarantining healthy individuals and setting up captive breeding programs to preserve the species. This won’t do any favors for the cause of genetic diversity, though. The clear answer is to […]
I spent the weekend trying to catch up on what’s new but really, it all kind of sounds like there’s nothing coming out that’s not on a continuum marked “Surf-Fuzz” on one end and “Neo-Harry Chapin” on the other. Putting canned orchestration behind one or the other doesn’t count. I guess it’s just back to thrash metal for me…
I woke from a dream of a 3-D printer that had gained sentience, hooking itself to a digester unit to feed its ravenous hunger for the raw materials of creativity. Its mind was stuck in a loop, printing boxes that gained in size then shrunk, ebbing and flowing like a sine wave was at its center, guiding the flailings of its insane electric mind. Buildings were struck down like a hand moving through water, then fed into its maw and spun out into these new, terribly precise shapes that soon filled the land from horizon to horizon. I’ve been playing around in the software genre of Things That Make Shapes, with little straightforward success but a pleasant amount of brain fermentation. There’s the old stand-by Processing, of course, with its familiar code structure and broad scope to mess with 2-D, 3-D and audio. And Terragen is a fun way to […]
Regularly, instrumental songs became a #1 hit from Billboard’s inception in 1950. That is, until 1985. It has been 25 years since an instrumental charted that high. The last time an instrumental made the top 20 was 1996. What does this say about our culture today?
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