reticulated metal arms |
fragments of story one burst at a time |
or not, that’s what being ridculously busy does to you…
still - I will post some new content over the next couple of days, I must!
Trying to Protect a Reef With an Otherworldly Diversion
“In a stifling warehouse filled with bodies — ceramic replicas and false starts — [sculptor Jason deCaires Taylor] fusses over their lips and noses. Gets the hair just right. Adjusts their clothing.
Then he sinks them in the sea.
There, they rest in ghostly repose in the Museo Subacuático de Arte here, serving at once as a tourist attraction and as a conservation effort by drawing divers and snorkelers away from the Mesoamerican Reef, the second-largest barrier reef system in the world, and toward this somewhat macabre, artificial one.”
What an amazing photo and a cool distraction from writing!
(via wilwheaton)
If you like geeky t-shirts you must try teefury.com out, cool geek mash-ups like the one above - and they’re only up for 24 hours, so they’re rare…
(I’m not going to make a habit of free plugs but these deserve it my view)
Sesame Street is having an open casting call for a new recurring character! Learn more at the Sesame Workshop blog.
I just realized, right now, over 30 years after I (sadly) grew out of Sesame Street (and into Electric Company, and then 3-2-1 Contact) that when I was a little kid, the people in this picture were like family that I never got to actually meet.
Thanks for that, Children’s Television Workshop, and everyone who showed me how to get, how to get to Sesame Street.
Sometimes I wish I lived in the US - I would love to be in Sesame Street.
Edited to add: Is it just me or has the shaven headed bloke looked the same for the last thirty years?
Jake was leaning over the table a look of concentration on his face, his intent was reinforced by the tip of his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth. Sally had to admit he looked cute like that. He was carefully folding a torn page from the London A – Z 1998 edition into an intricate 3 dimensional shape.
After what seemed like an hour but was only five minutes Jake sat back and sighed contentedly, in front of him on the upturned tea chest he had used as a workbench was a delicate and beautiful paper swan, criss crossed with angry red A-roads and thin yellow B-roads and blotched with the brown grey of urban blocks.
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