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Oliphaunt
Postado por caio em Sunday April 28 2002 @ 01:10PM CDT |
Grey as a mouse,
Big as a house,
Nose like a snake,
I make the earth shake,
As I tramp through the grass;
Trees crack as I pass.
With horns in my mouth
I walk in the South,
Flapping big ears.
Beyond count of years
I stump round and round,
Never lie on the ground,
Not even to die.
Oliphaunt am I,
Biggest of all,
Huge, old, and tall.
If ever you'd met me
You wouldn't forget me.
If you never do,
You won't think I'm true;
But old Oliphaunt am I,
And I never lie.
J.R.R.Tolkien
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Peanut butter and jelly sandwich
Postado por caio em Thursday April 25 2002 @ 07:13AM CDT |
And peanut butter and jelly sandwiches require exquisite attention to detail. The peanut butter to jelly ratio must be flawless, something that cannot be measured with little plastic spoons. A consistent layer of peanut butter beneath a not-too-lumpy cover of Welch's grape jelly. No other jellies will do. None of those all-natural brands with the disgusting lumps of fruit and seeds in them. Or the sugar-free, low-fat brands that taste like throat lozenges. And the jelly can't lap over the edge of the bread either. The last thing a kid working his way up the elementary school caste system needs is a big purple stain on his shirt.
http://www.magpage.com/~deltufjp/deltufo/X0042_peanut_butter_and_je.html
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St. Vitus's dance
Postado por caio em Saturday April 20 2002 @ 07:22AM CDT |
Pick up a textbook on abnormal psychology and in the first chapter you are likely to find a discussion of the dance manias. Also known as St. Vitus's dance, between the eleventh and seventeenth centuries, manias swept across Europe as tens of thousands of people participated in frenzied public orgies and wild dances lasting for days and sometimes weeks. It is little wonder why psychiatrists and medical historians classify such episodes as group mental disorder affecting those overwhelmed by the stresses of the period. During outbreaks many immodestly tore off their clothing and pranced naked through the streets. Some screamed and beckoned to be tossed into the air; others danced furiously in what observers described as strange, colorful attire. A few reportedly laughed or weeped to the point of death. Women howled and made obscene gestures while others squealed like animals. Some rolled themselves in the dirt or relished being struck on the soles of their feet.
http://www.csicop.org/si/2000-07/dancing-mania.html
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Cloaca
Postado por caio em Friday April 12 2002 @ 07:30AM CDT |
artnet via memepool:
"Cloaca, the latest work by the Belgian conceptualist Wim Delvoye (b. 1965), has just closed out its run at the Museum of Contemporary Art (MuHKA) in Antwerp. It was a room-sized installation of six glass containers connected to each other with wires, tubes and pumps. Every day, the machine received a certain amount of food.
Meat, fish, vegetables and pastries passed through a giant blender, were mixed with water, and poured into jars filled with acids and enzyme liquids. There they got the same treatment as the human stomach would supply. Electronic and mechanical units controlled the process, and after almost two days the food came out of a filtering unit as something close to genuine, human shit."
http://www.artnet.com/magazine/reviews/fiers/fiers1-9-01.asp
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