The Other Twin
Jeg må på det strengeste anbefale at du laster ned denne filen (Quicktime, 45Mb), skrur opp lyden og opplever hva hoppe-edderkoppens parringslek har til felles med Aphex Twin og Squarepusher.
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Super Dollfie
This doll is like a rebirth of your heart and subconscious. It is your dearest partner, growing with you day by day and sharing endless time with you. It is an understanding partner, conversing with those who are aware of its magic. The times with your doll are wonderful, because they reach the true you!
Vakkert! Noen dokkeselgere eier ikke skam! Denne teksten sklir rett inn i Æreshallen for Skamløs, Åndssvak Skjønnhet i Reklame sammen med dette "diktet" fra t-room.no:
En T. Så enkelt. Så komplisert. Så lite. Så mye. Hva behager? Vi er ikke en i mengden selv om vi er mange. En T. En kropp, to armer. En T. Logisk. Intet mer. Intet mindre. Det handler om stil tjommi, og hvis du ikke har skjønt det nå så er det for seint. Hvis du ikke lever på kantent, så tar du opp for mye plass. Ok? En T.
Vil du leve som far din og punche inn stemplingskortet hver dag klokka 8? For pokker broder og søster! Samfunnet prøver å skru deg og du har ikke fått opp øyelokka en gang. Revolusjonen har ikke på seg slips, bolero eller cardigan. Revolusjonen kommer med korte ermer og et budskap på brystet. Er du med? Jeg sier er du med? Revolusjon staves med en T.
Hva tror du? Jeg er usikker. Både "ironi" og "marijuana" er egentlig like sannsynlige forklaringer.
Skilt ved fødselen?
Foreldrene mine har denne ovnen (t.v.) på hytta. Hvis noen satte en pistol mot tinningen min og tvang meg til å uttale meg som stilhistoriker, ville jeg si at den er designet i kjølvannet av Thor Heyerdahls tur til påskeøya og populariteten til den påfølgende boken "Aku-Aku". Dette kamin-designet tapper inn i en kollektiv stolthet over nasjonens framskutte plass i utforskningen av fremmede folkeslag i forne tider. En emaljert, blågrønn Tiki med ring i nesa er (på et mytologisk nivå) norsk designs svar på amerikansk Space Age-design. (Påskeøya var omtrent det samme for Norge som månen var for USA.) Vi kan kalle det Tiki-age, men jeg vet ikke om vi kan finne flere norske eksempler?
På den annen side: Kanskje den bare må betraktes som et stykke gemen eksotika i tråd med amerikansk Tiki-kultur? Jøtul Aku – Den perfekte kamin for den norske tiki-bar.
A moth by any other name…
Kjevemøll, Spøkelsessveremer, Dvergmøll, Slyngminermøll, Kommamøll, Dorskmøll, Klistermøll, Frømøll, Nattlysmøll, Skyggemøll, Tredreper, Vinkelvikler, Glassvinge, Skrekkmøll, Metallvingesvermer, Bloddråpesvermer, Skumringsmåler, Lodden frostmåler, Plagiatmåler, Vinkelmåler, Kurvemåler, Nettmåler, Hjertemåler, Dvergmåler, Månemåler, Ringspinner, Broket vårspinner, Dødningehodesvermer, Ligustsvermer, Dagsvermer, Snabelsvermer, Oksehodespinner, Nakenspinner, Bokstavspinner, Tannet sigdvinge, Tvillingspinner, Psifly, Syrefly, Grønt jordfly, Sporfly, Husfly, Rødt ordensbånd, Rovfly, Lyktebærer, Bølgefly, Sandfly, Nettfly, Blekt jordfly, Gnistfly, Kappefly, Skogsmyger, Alvesmyger, Polarsmyger, Glanssmyger, Kommasmyger
(fra et monter i Zoologisk museum på Tøyen)
Språkstridsegging
Så hvorfor får "ingenting" lov til å være et eget ord mens "noenting" må deles opp til "noen ting"? Det burde være likestilling. Til kamp for noenting!
Ubok 1: Moebius Stripper
I en eller flere Sherlock Holmes historie står det noe i retning av dette: Imagine all of the possibilities and when you have eliminated all but one, then no matter how improbable, that remaining possibility is the truth. I den gamle mesterdetektivens ånd bringer jeg her et utdrag fra boken "The Moebius Stripper" som jeg (ved å anvende eliminasjonsmetoden) har besluttet at jeg aldri kommer til å skrive. Av kritikere vil den aldri bli beskrevet som "William Burroughs møter JG Ballard, for deretter straks å bli lagt i press som gylne aspeløv i en sinnsforlatt mattebok." Like gret, sikkert. Like greit.
moebius stripper
I was slim, very slim. Peeling away the outside of this thoroidal onion revealed an intricate inner geometry. A remarkable figure with only one side and a single edge. “God, your minimal surface twists around to intersect itself!”, people used to say. That strange surface was enough to dizzy any explorer Nowdays this particular surface can be modeled on a thrice-pricked doughnut - but still, at the very heart of this no longer quite so minimal surface, under this mosaic made up of fat and thin diamond shapes, I somehow twist around and intersect myself.
Anyway.
The jagged path of a random walk in which each step is determinded by chance reveals a chaotic world of winding tendrils, ragged shapes and endless repetition. A whole seductive movement between a willed abandonment of life and a restless search for satisfaction in the seduction of random chaos. What makes looking so seductive? I had a a tragic talent for finding the zeros. In the complex plane, a zero is surrounded by a basin of attraction and generally they explode into chaos when the values of certain parameters reaches a critical value. These voids leave intriguing patterns in their wake providing food for thought, but of course, just like all promises of ecstasy and catastrophe before, they fulfill what they promise only virtually, and the body caught for one instant in their force field sags back into the routine life outside the field. The trouble is the potential candidates typically were expressed in complicated equations that masked more than they revealed and, I guess, after all–these people have lots of other intriguing surfaces to play with and ponder.
I found him in this rugged mountainous landscape.
He was coarse like the earth which is compact and, therefore, he could not go through a wall. Nothing receded before him but his spirit went through all walls and nothing locked it out. This is why he let his work be so big that no one could marvel enough–his element also is in itself his chaos, which was after all not my kind of chaos. (Each remains healthy in his chaos; in the others he dies.)
He appeared to me, rotating me, examining me segment by segment -- in effect, clambering about on my contours, then stayed with me. I bore his child, then he went away in his superstitious belief, to the places where the seduced people come who are bewitched and spell-bound for that is the devil that these beings are somehow corrupted. Why is that so? God sends an angel to us, recommends his creature but they all become like lepers, scabby and mangy, and there is no help for them either. Mind you, he remained the same serpent to the end of his life, god knows how long it lasted. He died like a beast. That is why he was a beast.
You too will be transformed into such serpents, you who now are pretty and handsome, adorned with compex pattern of intertwined rings. In the end you will be a serpent and dragon, like him and others of his kind. Well now...
One way to grow a tree is to let particles float about randomly until they hit and stick. This remains my strategy, but my progress is slow.
Idag snakker vi om: Risiko
Adventure without risk is disneyland.
– Douglas Coupland
And the trouble is, if you don't risk anything, you risk even more.
– Erica Jong
After having … been constantly bombarded by road-safety propaganda, it was almost a relief to find myself in a real accident.
– J G Ballard, Crash
Proporsjoner
A woman in one of the most developed nations uses as much energy and has the same reproductive rate as a hypothetical primate weighting 30 tonnes.
Jeg har endelig funnet ut hva dette bildet egentlig viser. Anigvelig er det snakk om pikken til Rasputin! Tro hva du vil.
I en sofa fra IKEA
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