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pitchfork media via cartoonbrew.com
The third most famous band from Aberdeen, the Melvins, talk about their “disastrous” first tour, accompanied by appropriately simple Flash animation. (The second most famous band from Aberdeen, of course, is Metal Church.)
nytimes.com via nytsyn.com
google earth via rhizome.org
perfect sound forever, via furious.com
An earlier version misstated the term Mr. Vidal called William F. Buckley Jr. in a debate. It was crypto-Nazi, not crypto-fascist.
If you’re going art-crawling this next First Thursday, be sure to see a mini version of the digging machine that will create the Viaduct-replacement tunnel. Go see it even if you normally find such things to be, er, boring.
Let’s face it, my fellow futurists.
Outer space is boring. Or rather, being out there would be boring.
No air, no water, nothing to do for light-years.
This is the expression held by German music hall star Marika Rökk (1913-2004) in her big production number “Mir Ist So Langweilig” (“I Am SOOO Bored”). It’s from the 1958 revue film Bühne Frei für Marika (“Stage Free for Marika”).
She portrays an ice princess on some desolate planet, surrounded by a family of male toadies. She langorously sings of yearning for something to do that’s not the same old same old.
She peers out her space telescope, sees happy Earthlings dancing, and immediately sets forth in an amazing gyroscope/spaceship (!).
The ship takes her to a quasi-racist German depiction of an African jungle.
She picks up a (real) snake and dances with it, lying down and spreading her legs (!).
She cavorts for a while with some “natives” and a (real) elephant. (She rubs the bare chest of one of “native” males to see “if the dirt comes off.”)
But even that’s not enough to slake her boredom for long.
(Thanx and a hat tip to Mr. Dante Fontana’s Visual Guidance Ltd.)
1931 soviet book jacket; new york public library via allmyeyes.blogspot.com
A cowering man in a suit on the screen, waving his hands in front of his face and begging Robocop not to kill him for profiting, for draining the United States dry and exploiting the pain and hard work of others, for doing what businessmen do.
From Universal’s 1939 serial The Green Hornet, based on the radio show of the same name.
This is as close as I got to Thursday’s appearance by Will Ferrell and Zach Galifianakis at the Local Color coffeehouse on Pike Place.
Nice that their handlers chose a cool independent beanery to plug their new movie The Campaign.
What’s hard to understand is the sheer enormity of the turnout. Besides Pine Street (as seen here), crowds were sardine-packed along Pike Place, Pike Street, and even First Avenue.
Even Ranger Rick, the venerable kiddie eco-icon, showed up, eager for a captive audience to spread his conservation message.
There was a competition going on for short films about Seattle. Some of the entrants (at least they seem like they could be) are showing up online. F’rinstance, here’s a poetic ode to the city by Riz Rollins; and here’s Peter Edlund’s Love, Seattle (based on the opening to Woody Allen’s Manhattan and dedicated to team-and-dream stealer Clay Bennett).
the bon marche at northgate circa 1956, via mallsofamerica.blogspot.com
There aren’t many cities that would seriously consider turning their backs on an investment of nearly $300 million in private capital within their boundaries, particularly during trying economic times.
via david haggard at flickr.com
'jseattle' at flickr, via capitohillseattle.com
Yes, it’s been nearly a week since I’ve posted any of these tender tidbits of randomosity. Since then, here’s some of what’s cropped up online and also in the allegedly “real” world:
A scene from the South Korean film Untold Scandal (2003; dir. Je-yong Lee).