Zombie stuff

Zombie spoons.

Some thought-experiment juxtapositions... Can YOU imagine a picture to go with these phrases? Draw it and colour it in on a piece of cheap paper.

Zombie cheerleaders.
Zombie poodles.
Zombie bus pass.
Zombie chair.
Zombie cake.
Zombie toenail.
Zombie crab.
Zombie cup.
Zombie giraffe.
Zombie tree.
Zombie bush.

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ps - all of the above give hits on Google Image.

Biting the dust

The trap jaw ant, sometimes misheard as the truck-door ant, can close its jaws so fast and with such acceleration (100 000 x g) that if it bites the earth, which it often does, it hurls itself by reactive force into the air (see picture) and thus escapes its predators, if not the earth's gravitational field...














I know how it feels.

BBC hippie star

This afternoon I took part in a live discussion on the TV and radio sections of the BBC World Service, about "baby boomers" (awful American concept anyway) and hippies etc. I told them this profound truth, a propos of some people who insist on thinking of the generation who were in their twenties in the sixties as selfish: that a search in Google for "hippies" and "selfish" yields about 200 000 hits; but "hippies" and "sell fish" gives more than a quarter of a million, and I think that settles it once and for all. They seemed deeply impressed, though edited it out of the second, half-length transmission... and my joke about Clinton's saxophone...

But if you have been, thanks for reading/listening/watching.

Zombie Unseen Art, Mitropa and MO5

This afternoon I went to see my "gallerist", the person who runs the gallery that shows my art work sometimes, here in Berlin. I took him my 1 gb memory stick, with some images of older work that he wanted for reasons, I think, of comfort.

His old PC couldn't read the stick. If he was any good he'd have a retro iMac like all the other galleries here. So I took it to a Turkish tobacconist's, who burned the folder of images onto a CD. This took about 20 seconds and cost 1,50 ?, and that question mark, dear useless Blogspot, should be a Euro sign.

The tobacconist cared not a jot what was in the folder. I didn't either by then. The gallerist will probably never open it. It exists in a way as art, but not art as we know it Jim. Its only life now comes from this posting.

Or would, were it not for the fact that I can not resist showing here one picture from the folder, of older work with hints of pre-Zombie non-feeling.

An ex-East German restaurant car nailed to an early Thomson MO5 computer. 1990

Or as the Arts Museum at Chiang Mai University in Thailand has it:

And if you have been, thanks for looking.

Everybody knows

(The disgusting hypocrite Blair turned inside out)

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died...

Part of "Everybody knows", by Leonard Cohen. Just seems right for these days.

Today's Competition and Zombie Art (Classical)

Try, using Google, to find words appended to the word "bot" that yield no hits.
Saladbot, smegmabot, shoebot and shovelbot all exist, for example.

To make this posting look prettier, here is a picture of Zombie Art from the collection of London's National Gallery.