I love this.The lovely @lauriepink often doodles to request on Twitter. Her illustrations are inordinately charming and pleasing , so when she said she was in the mood to draw “something rude” I immediately suggested “an elephant, furtively pleasing itself”. This picture is the result.
Now, do I get it made into a T-shirt or just get the tattoo done?
Click on the pic to be whisked away to a world of Laurie-wonderfulness.
16 Plays
Lost classics. And this counts as very lost. Rocketfield - Divide.
Fantastic demo version of one of their early songs. They released one album then drifted away. This hints at what could have been.
25 Plays
David Cross on Catholic Priests. First time I heard this I cried with laughter. That’s not healthy, is it? Oh well… (NSFW or minors.)
If death is not the end, I’d like to know what is.
For all eternity we don’t exist,
except for now.
In my gumshoe mac, I shuffled to the clifftop,
Stood well back,
and struck a match to light my life;
And as it flared it fell in darkness
Lighting nothing but itself.
I saw my life fall and thought:
Well, kiss my physics!
Time is over, or it’s not,
But this I know:
Life passes through us like the blade
Of bamboo growing through the prisoner pegged down in the glade
It pierces your blood, you screaming head -
Life is what happened to the dead.
Forever we do not exist
Except for now.
Life passes through us like a beam
Of charcoal green - a golden gleam,
The opposite of how it seems:
It’s not you that goes through life
– life is the knife that cuts your dream
Around the seam
And leaves you turned on in the stream, laughing with your mouth open,
Until the stream is gone,
Leaving you cracked mud,
Not even there to be absent,
From the heartbeat of a dying fish.
In bed, upstairs, I feel your pulse run with the clock
And reach your hand
And lock us with our fingers
As if we were bumping above the Pole.
Yet I know by dawn
Your hand will be dry bone
I’ll have slept through your goodbye,no matter how long I wake.
Life winds on,
Through Cheri and Karl who can no longer smell chocolate,
Or see with wonder wind inflate the sail,
Or answer mail
Life flies on
Through Katy who was Catherine but is bound for Kate
Who looks over her shoulder at the demon Azmodeus,
And sees the Daily Mail
(I clutch my purse. I had it just now.)
Life slices through
The frozen butter in the Alpine wreck.
(I found your photo upside down
I never kissed a girl so long,
So long, so lovely or so wrong)
Life is what kills you in the end
And I can cry
But you won’t be there to be sorry
You were made of life
For ever we did not exist
We woke and for a second kissed.
Robyn Hitchcock, Musician
15 Plays
King Missile - The Miracle of Childbirth
This is not suitable for children. Or maybe it is.
From their album The Psychopathology of Everday Life. In truth, their earlier albums are better, but this is one last hurrah. Goggle them, mutherfuckers. Or daddyfuckers.
I love Gary Lucken’s work. He does these amazing old school pixel-type illustrations, like the design for the wonderous Edge pixel poster that is proudly hanging in our lounge. You can visit his website here and see more of his work.
19 Plays
Another Binary Dad piece.
Wanted to make something really simple and atmospheric. I’m particularly pleased with the bass. Lovely.
Hahahahahahahah. Aah. I love Twitter. It allows you to share stuff like this. No slight intended on the lady concerned, but this picture does tell a story…
Like old computer games? Check. Like Lego? Check. Like seeing how someone could dedicate a significant part of their time alive on this planet to briefly entertain you? Check.
Awesome.
An Edge In My Voice by Sonatine
Download now or listen on posterous An Edge In My Voice.mp3 (17103 KB)
Words - Harlan Ellison Score - Binary Dad
An Edge In My Voice:Installment #54 (December 19, 1982)
Harlan Ellison is my favourite writer. He’s not particularly well know in the UK these days and has a reputation as a prickly and curmudgeonly pain-in-the ass. I don’t see any of that in him. I just think he’s an inspiring and brilliant writer - and as a superb essayist as any I’ve read.
A particular favourite piece of mine is his essay about Norman Mayer, a piece campaigner and “terrorist” - shot to death by the FBI in 1982. A recording of Ellison reading this can be found on On The Road With Ellison Vol 1 (Available from http://www.deepshag.com, along with another two Vols.)
Mucking around on the Mac one day, I decided to have a go at recording a piece of music to go along with this recording. The result, can be heard above. I’m aware that my own work is clumsy and inelegant, but the power of the piece itself, and Ellison’s passionate delivery has meant that this has had an impact on many of those who’ve had the patience to listen to it. I always meant to just send the recording to Ellison himself, but never got round to it. I’m not certain, in truth, that he’ll appreciate it being here, but, hey, if it alerts a few more people to this guys work, I’m willing to take the risk.
You can get loads of Ellison’s work from Amazon, or wherever. There’s also a DVD documentary, Dreams With Sharp Teeth, on the great man that’s been released in the US that I’m pissed off I’ve not seen.
14 Plays
Yargo - Bedtime for Rio
Directions:
One of the finest pieces of music to come out of Manchester. Seriously.
BINARY PRIZE - 2009 WINNER
Well the voting has finished. There were some terrific entries, but after a keenly contested vote the winner of the inagural Binary Prize is… (drumroll sound) CharlieLea with this deserved winner:
Leaving her faithful, genetically enhanced, super intelligent dog behind in the lab the award winning physicist entered her time machine.
Planning on preventing the murder of her parents she had considered all the consequences, allowing for Grandfather Paradoxes and the like.
On returning to the present day, despite her great intellect and careful planning, she was still surprised to find the Planet of the Dogs.
Writer: twitter.com/charlielea
Congratulations to Charlie. Her special prize of a hand-picked selection of crisps will be on it’s way to her shortly.
This was fun. Let’s do it again sometime.
It was 40 years ago. Holy Fucking Christ.
The Soft Boys - Queen of Eyes
From their seminal 1980 Underwater Moonlight album. Still one of my favourite Hitchcock records.
BINARY PRIZE - 2009 SHORTLIST
Well, entries are now closed.
Writing a story in 3 Tweets is not easy. Neither is judging the winner. So I’m not going to - instead I’m putting the shortlisted entries up to the vote.
I present the BINARY PRIZE - 2009 SHORTLIST;
(1) Duke aimed the revolver at Michael’s face. “Where’s Butchie? You’ve got 30 seconds.” Terrified, Michael’s bowels erupted.
(2) Shit flowed down his legs. And piss. Red-faced, Michael gave Butchie up. Duke smiled. Then the door opened and in walked…
(3) …Butchie. “You failed the test, fucker.” And he shot Michael. He whiffed the shit stink. “Get some fucking air spray,” he said.
Writer: twitter.com/DavidBarb
(1) Wasn’t hurting anyone watching by looking, just eyes on a ladder caught up a skirt in case something fell but she wasn’t wearing any. Glee?
(2) For fleeting seconds then suits in court; indecency: blindness defence ridiculed like empty bank then pregnant pause for single-child truth.
(3) They wrung it out in the end but still made wrong kind of bars my new home. She’s my mother. She’d just told me to watch out for my brother.
Writer: twitter.com/curiouspencil
(1) Leaving her faithful, genetically enhanced, super intelligent dog behind in the lab the award winning physicist entered her time machine.
(2) Planning on preventing the murder of her parents she had considered all the consequences, allowing for Grandfather Paradoxes and the like.
(3) On returning to the present day, despite her great intellect and careful planning, she was still surprised to find the Planet of the Dogs.
Writer: twitter.com/charlielea
(1) He suddenly became aware of this change of feeling; despising himself for it, struggling with it, eventually surrendering to it.
(2) He moved closer; breathing deeply, calmly; suffering just the slightest expression of his decision, by word or look, to escape him.
(3) Then, without further contemplation he seized the moment. “Could you change this please? I don’t like the colour.”
Writer: twitter.com/isthisonefree
(1) I awoke fully clothed, couldn’t remember the last hours before sleep. I crawled out of bed and walked into the wall. More pain.
(2) Slowly, carefully I scanned the room, two thoughts battling it out in my brain; where am I? And where’s the fucking toilet?
(3) Surroundings were vaguely familiar, but I thought it best to ask the ‘shape’ in the bed. What are you doing here? said my Mum.
Writer: twitter.com/aflynng
HOW TO VOTE
Chose your fave at - http://twtpoll.com/8aqihc
Poll closes Aug 7, 2009
Honorary mentions must also go to the following (in no particular order); twitter.com/leontl1 twitter.com/snedwan twitter.com/iankwilliams twitter.com/blueshifting twitter.com/Sen0rB0ng0 twitter.com/thisgrrrl twitter.com/katediamond twitter.com/RickyBee twitter.com/sallonoroff twitter.com/MsJenG twitter.com/bossarocker
Any other entries were just too weird, or a bit too rubbish to mention. But thanks all the same guys.
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inspired by the work of SAUL BASS, ART GOODMAN and DAVE NAGATA.
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