As you can see it has become quite here, but don’t bother, and dont’t be afraid! The grub brother is still alive and the time will come when he will enlighten you! … Meaning that I’m actually quite busy writing a homework about Schopenhauers relation to physics and science and will continue the blog as soon as possible. Stay tuned!
There are many people in this world earning their money only by producing art, or at least what they call art. Best known among them is Damien Hirst who earned his present fame mostly by establishing the art of selling crap for unbelievably much money: Not the art makes the art, but selling it as it.
Considering this principle of the art market, it’s been obvious to us that we can also profit here if we just act audaciously enough and walk into some art gallery offering them … what can we offer them? Crap, as the principle says, it only must be offered bold enough, with sufficient conviction.
A first attempt in producing crap can be witnessed in the opening picture of this post: It’s just a try, and definitely not crappy enough to be sold to anybody. So stay tuned for the rest that is definitely to come … At least this blog must be financed in some way.
Have you ever heard of a “Firebug”? As far as Web 2.0 experiences go, it seems to be most likely that this is the newest Mozilla software to enhance your digital life – but there you’re mistaken! Firebugs are more or less an offline product and very suitable for entertainment.
Actually we’ve caught about 200 of them and have stuck them into a plastic bag. There they stew a little bit before they are made a birthday present of: A friend of mine will get them all, these scrambling, cuttling little ones! Oh, how I like them! There are so funny crawling around in their bag! Continue reading
About one kilometer away from our apartment there’s a small park, so small it’s more a better meadow then a park, with a little brook right in the middle of it, and a small lake with ducks and such animals. It’s pretty nice there and at night, especially when it’s not warm, nobody is there.
So, I’ve told you this because I own a drum, and drumming at 1 a.m. at home isn’t possible if you have neighbours you are at least a bit considerate of. Way better then to establish oneself outside! E.g. in some nice, little park. Certainly, there are people living near there, but the place is not as narrow and constricted as an apartment building where people are stuck together like ants in an anthill. Let alone the special atmosphere of a park at night …
Thus we took my laptop, the mic, the drums, a bottle of wine and went out for a little drum session. And our expectations were not deceived: It was really cool and very quiet out there, only the water rushing and chuckling besides us. After having had some sips of wine and configured the recording equipment, we started. It was a bit like being aboriginal people participating in some sort of strange ritual, and I think that’s why we’ve finally decided there must be some invisible monsters coming at us to eat our balls and stuff! Hidden monsters from the world of illusion!! OMG!! We ran like lightning, you can hear that at the end of the recording. Perhaps I’ll use this as the basis for a new track …
The real beasts almost got us when we finally packed all the equipment and walked home: The police, onoze! Obviously some narrow-minded resident of the park called them … this bourgeois spurner of the primitive rites! We’ve been lucky bastards that we decamped soon enough.
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The name says it all, nomen est omen. At the left you can see what my computer screen looks like at the moment. So guess I’m not writing at my own system right now. But how did this happen?
First, I decided to reinstall my Windoze cause of certain bugs. And I did so, reinstalled drivers and stuff, downloaded tons of updates, same procedure as every year. Only this time my C:/ drive was to small. To fight this problem I’ve downloaded some ominious freeware partition resizing tool, resized the partition what actually took about 4 hours and finally ended up with a boot screen that looks like … u know. I guess I fucked up the MBR, perhaps not, I dunno. Anyway, I couldnt repair it and now I find me sitting here and writing stupid blog entries while Windoze is reinstalling. Arg!
And as if this wasn’t bad enough, I can’t continue producing the track I was working at before this whole crash thing happened. ARRRG!
Update, 20:13:
Everthing allright now. Pheeww!
After some days of work (in fact some days of waiting for the paint to dry), our wonderful table that looks better than every crap you can buy anywhere is finished! Yay! This morning we started with printing the vectorized scan of the chosen sketch (the toad man) on 4 DIN-A4 paper sheets, glued them together and copied the sketch on the tables surface. Afterwards we carved the lines, messing around with the lousy quality of the wood, and when this was finally done the whole thing was painted. Again the awesome stink of the paint pervades my room, only this time not as strong as when we painted the entire table.
Now we don’t have nothing more to do then waiting for the paint to dry – two or three days I think. Even the white paint we applied two or three days ago has still not dried, at least it has quit smelling. Woohoo! Continue reading
So here we go with the promised sketches, all done with a simple, black ink pen on printer paper. And as you can see (if you click the “More” link): Wicked stuff all over the place! Fat toad person without head eating at you! Frog man without arms! Embryo faced body with a penis! Altogether nothing for a delicate person … Continue reading