February 25th, 2005 § One comment § permalink
Our consumerism holds an anesthetizing kind of mob mentality; collectively we are committing a vast and unsustainable act of taking, but we each are anonymous and no one is in charge or accountable for the consequences… So perhaps my photographs can serve as portals to a kind of cultural self-reflection. It may not be the most comfortable terrain, but I have heard it said that in risking self-awareness, at least we know we are awake.
—Chris Jordan
Photos, and more photos.
February 3rd, 2005 § Comments off § permalink
A Chicago chef is making sushi out of flavored paper, and he has ambitious plans to create pill-size entrees and bake inside-out bread (with the crust in the middle) using a laser. It’s like a 1950s vision of 2005 come to life! We must be due for hovercars any day now.
And is it just me, or does the article’s headline, “When the Sous-Chef Is an Inkjet,” sound like a Siouxsie and the Banshees lyric?
When the sous-chef is an inkjet
And every plate can levitate
When the sous-chef is an inkjet
Make a fishy roll by remote control
Yeah, it’s probably just me.
February 2nd, 2005 § Five comments § permalink
My upstairs neighbors enjoy playing country music and classic rock at rather loud volumes—not constantly, mind you, and not wall-shakingly loud; it’s a moderate, perhaps twice-weekly indulgence. A few months ago, they spent a happy Sunday morning listening to “Sweet Home Alabama” on endless repeat. Today, they’re rockin’ to Queen’s greatest hits. Apparently my neighbors are the champions of the world, in spite of their being under some sort of pressure.
In unrelated news, I was planning to write a list of the alleged nominees for Best Pornographic Picture at the 2005 Academy Awards. I quickly realized, though, that I was unlikely to top my first entry, A Very Long Engorgement.
February 1st, 2005 § One comment § permalink
Behold the NIMBY-ism of tomorrow, today: Williamsburg doesn’t need a space elevator!