A few months back, Ask.com pretended to hack into British airwaves as part of its much-debated Information Revolution campaign. At the time, I wondered: “What? Who hacks TV signals? Other than that guy who busted into HBO’s airing of The Falcon and the Snowman?” Well, apparently it happens. This week, a counterculture art group called Ztohoven hacked a live Czech public television broadcast. The result made it look like a nuclear bomb had exploded in Bohemia’s scenic Krkonose Mountains. (Watch the video here.) The group’s previous targets have included advertisements, which one member said “abuse our innermost desires, ideas and feelings in order to sell goods.”
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Anti-advertising group fakes nuclear blast
Hollywood Garbage Pail Kids
Back in the dayz, everybody loved the Topps' Garbage Pail Kid trading card series. Now there's a new card in town that hits the world of "celebrities gone wild"... Hollywood Zombies!
Frankenstars in Zombiewood
Evil Celebrity Twins
Distorted Egos
More Hollywood Zombies below!...
Star Wars stroller based on the popular ATAT
Fascinated by this tree
On a recent trip to Hilo, I was fascinated by this tree, almost every leaf of which was scratched with names and memories.
There was something profound about seeing all these memories (and people) brought together on a living, growing thing. So much so that I lost all interest in the nearby waterfall... obviously, so did many others!
And as can be seen in this third photo, the record keeping spread to some other large-leafed plants.
A New Eye
A few years back, I discovered a box of false glass eyes in an antique store. Their detail – down to the smallest capillary – was near perfect. I bought one of the eyes for only a few bucks.
For a long time, I kept it sitting around on my desk: it's craftsmanship was somehow inspiring. But the best part of my glass eye: it was perfect for playing pranks on unsuspecting friends and relatives, many of which were horrified as one of my eyes seemed to inadvertently pop forth from its socket (a favorite of my kids)!
Then, one day, the eye smashed to pieces. Shattered. I don't remember how. A sad day indeed. (I probably punched a hole through the nearest wall or something).
How would I ever get another false eye? It was impossible. I was bereft. I was lost. My inspiration was gone. My pranks... shattered (sort of like my glass eye).
And just today, I discovered the answer! Occularist, Kim Erickson: he labors with the same level of dedication and craft as those occularists of old. Take a look at this amazing video journal describing his work.