Sparkly orange paint and a nitrous tank. I so want to hate this bike, but I can’t quite manage it. It’s scruffy and over the top, but it’s utterly charming in that torn-up eared tom-cat kind of way. But it’s a CB750, so what do you expect?
Page down once, 1929 Neander. Perfection.
Art, Images, and Design
Lately a lot of things in my life have been appearing in twos. Odd linked images that tie across media. Here’s a mystery photo of a building that appears to be floating in the air (probably a loading shed for fertilizer trucks) and one of my favorite movies “Howl’s Moving Castle” tied up together.
The first time I heard of a pangolin it was on the cover of a text book in school (Mary Douglas’s Implicit Meanings.) The animal fascinated me. Still does. And I’m not the only one. A backpack and an over the shoulder bag inspired by the spiny anteater created by Cyclus and made of recycled inner tubes. Goth? Punk? I’m voting new-animist.
Culture and Its Institutions
And traveling on from the oh wow jim flora… to ARC, Artist’s Recording Collective. A new business model for packaging, distributing, and promoting music. One of several ventures attempting to make the new media and distribution channels serve the artist first.
Information you need, a female demon who forces men to speak when they shouldn’t. Uh huh.