Friday’s Link Roundup

July 3, 2009 · Print This Article

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David Hammons, U.N.I.A., 2000.

On this weekly roundup we check out Robogeisha, a surprisingly versatile robot, half a Century of Nuclear Explosions, and Brooklyn is burning. Actually this sounds like a rather apocalyptic roundup for Independence Day.

Buckminster Fuller closes This Sunday July 5th at the MCA Chicago.

Scientists tour Creationism Museum: “And there was a feeling of unhappiness, too, about the extent to which mainstream scientists and evolutionists are demonized — that if you don’t accept the Answers in Genesis vision of the history of Earth and life, you’re contributing to the ills of society and of the church.” via Boing Boing

Plural Blog has a video of Half a Century of Nuclear Explosions. 2053 atomic explosions have occurred. frightening and yet strangle hypnotic.

The Museum of Forgotten Art Supplies.

Glasstire breaks down the reasons why Jerry Saltz should have a blog.

Fan made Persepolis 2.0 documenting the post elections in Iran.

C-Monster linked to a pretty awesome aritcle on the new territory of Chelsea from a 1996 New York Magazine acticle titled,  “Chelsea! It’s the New SoHo! Maybe.

Brooklyn is Burning…”the one-night event takes gender bending to whole new heights, featuring the work of emerging artists interested in expanding the boundaries of sex, sexuality, the body and whatever is left in between.” via Cool Hunting

Art Fag City speaks with casting director, Nick Gilhool of Bavo’s new art reality show.

Robogeisha, narrated by someone that sounds eerily like Mike Benedetto . Ill take the Tengu Milk with the fried shrimp. via Sean Bonner





That’s It, I’m out of here

April 16, 2009 · Print This Article

The Art Grad School Stupid Archetype

The Art Grad School Stupid Archetype

Bad at Sports has realized that society is doomed and is now accepting applications for it’s Ayn Randian compound in the mountains where we will build a new society cleansed of the truly icky.

This week, the Art-School Grad Student who’s sleeping around: 26, female, Upper East Side, straight, single.

1:50 a.m.: Making out with Tattoo Guy. Have bad spins. Tell him I need water and to sober up before hooking up again. He gives me a line of his own stuff.

10 a.m.: Know this is going to be one hell of week as feeling in love with Tattoo Guy, and now super-depressed. Make appointment with school shrink.

11:30 p.m.: In bathroom, I notice prescription bottle. Shouldn’t look, but who wouldn’t? Suddenly sick-feeling. Valtrex. Shit. Could I have contracted from five-minute intercourse with condom?