Showing posts with label history. Show all posts
Showing posts with label history. Show all posts

17.11.12

Another one bites the dust...







it's a sad day for junk food connoisseurs...

and perhaps another telling comment
       on the cultural decline of America.


as of this week, there will be no more Twinkies.























no more Hostess cupcakes...




no more Ding Dongs...











no mo' Ho Hos...






and no more Sno Balls...









it's hasta la vista, Hostess treats.

these links may help you deal with this terrible situation:


Hostess liquidation expected to draw hungry buyers

How to stockpile Twinkies

Twinkie Recipe



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21.4.12

Odd Creepy and beyond...







there's a lot of weird stuff on the net. duh.
of all the odd things i have seen lately,
these stuck...










unusually creative as wedding photography goes.









did Gilligan know? the professor?








































so this hustle has been around since when?














W     T       F   ?














if i had a car....














the Beatles don't have one. U2 doesn't have one. only Elvis.
















wool? gay? who knew?










there's also a lot of stuff on the net
that is straight up creepy. duh too.

but like the odd, the creepy stuff
has something to say
...

about what's going on
and how it got that way.




























































































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16.4.12

Funky Food




My parents raised me to be "a good eater".
In part, this was necessity, as we were not
well to do when I was young. Meat loaf was
a big treat, and to this day there are parts
of a cow that can make me shudder.

But there were compensations too, like
home-baked bread because store-bought
was way too expensive.


In part, it was also to make us good guests.
We were taught that when you went to someone's
house for dinner, you ate whatever they served
you and said thank-you very much.

This accounts for my lack of patience with vegans
and the various kinds of vegetarians at large
in the world to this day.


That said, I am not sure I could have eaten many
of these funky foods and said "Thank-you very much" afterwards...












































































































































































































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9.4.12

Marshall McLuhan - Electronic Prophet






























We look at the present
through a rear-view mirror.
We march backwards
into the future.


















Electric circuitry is Orientalizing the West.
The contained, the distinct, the separate -
our Western legacy-
are being replaced by the flowing,
the unified, the fused.


































The story of modern America begins
with the discovery of the white man
by the Indians.















I think of art, at its most significant, as a DEW line,
a Distant Early Warning system that can always
relied on to tell the old culture what is beginning
to happen to it.







Art is anything you can get away with.












Historians and archaeologists will one day discover
that the ads of our time are the richest and most
faithful reflections that any society ever made
of its entire range of activities.




































The new electronic independence
re-creates the world in the image
of a global village.


















“The computer is the most extraordinary of man's technological clothing; it's an extension of our
central nervous system.

Beside it, the wheel is a mere hula-hoop.”
















Politics offers yesterday’s answers
to today’s questions.


















One of the effects of living with electric
information is that we live habitually
in a state of information overload.

There's always more than you can cope with.







I don't necessarily agree with everything I say.





















The answers are always inside
the problem, not outside.

















I wouldn't have seen it if I hadn't believed it.

















 

Canada is the only country in the world
that knows how to live without an identity.
















If the nineteenth century was the age
of the editorial chair, ours is the century
of the psychiatrist's couch.
























Innumerable confusions and a feeling of despair
invariably emerge in periods of great technological
and cultural transition.



















When you are on the phone or on the air,
you have no body.










In this electronic age we see ourselves being
translated more and more into the form of
information, moving toward the technological
extension of consciousness.









Today each of us lives several hundred years
in a decade.
















If it works, it’s obsolete.


















The nature of people demands that most of them
be engaged in the most frivolous possible activities— like making money.







The future of the book is the blurb.
















A point of view can be a dangerous luxury
when substituted for insight and understanding.

























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7.4.12

the Fabulous 50s



for anybody who lived through them,
the 50s were not particularly fabulous.

but in retrospect, there does seem to be
a consensus that they looked fabulous.













it also seems to me that, looking back
from this brave new post-feminist millennium,
that they eroticized absolutely everything
around them...



































lamps are sexy?
little banjos are kind of hot?















In-Sink-erators are a turn-on?

















Barbasol? Gautier??





















i have been to exactly one martini party in my life,
where i learned that martinis were actually the acid of the 50s...

so the Dali-esque surreality of the these next two
makes its' own sense of that time and that place...






















i guess the 50s were "differently fabulous".





you can find awesome amounts
of this kind of fabulous
at this amazing site!



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