Tooting, howling, screeching, booming, crashing, whistling, grinding, and trilling bolster his [mankind's] ego. His anxiety subsides. His inhuman void spreads monstrously like a gray vegetation. (Hans Jean Arp)
Cannot believe it's August already, I'm not ready for it. But at the least I have avoided a camping trip this summer. Even a 'glamping' trip not on my horizon. I've spent most summers hiding from such an unacceptable activity, all due to the trips of my childhood where we would drive all day to get 'there', spend hours setting up the camp or the cabin (Mice!!! Spiders!!! Bear Poop on the porch!!!) only to then sleep on a cot in a sleeping bag that smelled funny. It seemed like it was a double-work day with all the setting up, cooking, picking up, washing pans in sand, and peeing in the woods. And it was dark, so awfully dark as soon as the sun was gone. Or when the downpour hit and the leak was right on my head. In the daytime we had the pleasure of swimming in the freaky cold lake with the sunken slimy logs from the saw mill on the other side of the lake...and the leeches. We would take a salt shaker down on the dock with us and give them a liberal sprinkling and watch them wither up and fall off our bodies. You needed a buddy swimmer just to man the salt shaker.
Now I like to camp in nice hotels, ones with locks on the doors, great sheets, and flush appliances. I don't ask for much. Well except maybe room service. I think I've spent too many years being low maintenance, it's gonna change with this new decade.
El Daino has given us a look inside ant colonies like never before—where each insect works as part of a team to…get a message across that the end is near, free hugs are up for grabs, and that we should all ‘join together’! This hilarious project is called We Come In Peace and uses everyday ants that live in the dirt outside the artist’s home in Riverside, California, with El Daino encouraging them to start a mini revolution.
Selfies. They just get deeper and deeper. Ridiculous selfie stick aside, you can now print a selfie of yourself onto a piece of toast. At least, this hellish invention by Vermont Toaster lets you do that. All you have to do is to send a digital photo to the team via their site, where they process the image in 15 to 30 minutes, and feeds it to a computer aided design program that works out out what lines the CNC plasma machine needs to make for the toast facsimile. How much would it cost to get your own customised selfie toaster and feed your face to family and friends? Well, just a tidy $75 for the first toaster, with a cut off the price for subsequent ones. That’s not too bad.
Playing with Perspective on a beach- detailed sand drawings made more realistic by the addition of people interacting and very careful photography angles! Fun!
Business-Squirrel, sells aluminum siding but not for soffits.
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