I have a Shelf of Oddities (yes, I capitalize it in my head) that contains a toy bust of a Black Barbie, a miniature black Frank Kozik Gipper Bust, a School House Rock soundtrack, a vintage Franc, a chunk of pyrite, a bag of semi-precious rocks (mostly also pyrite), a paper knife, the rubber-band detritus of having performed Lygia Clark’s “Estruturas Vivas,” pieces of a broken sonic screwdriver toy that held someone’s weed before I scavenged it from their garbage, a six-sided die that has no 1 or 6 but two 2’s and two 3’s, a small vial of gallium (a metal that melts at extraordinarily low temperatures), a tungsten drill bit, dozens of pins that I had to take off of my backpack before I started traveling, and — here’s the important one — several pieces of multi-colored, multi-flavored hard candy that I took from Felix Gonzalez-Torres’ “Untitled (Portrait of Ross in L.A.)” and pocketed instead of eating, as theoretically one is intended to do.
“Portrait of Ross” is a pile of 176 pounds of a candy called Fruit Flashers that’s usually housed in the contemporary wing of the Art Institute of Chicago. It’s 176 pounds because that’s the weight Ross Laycock, Gonzalez-Torres’ partner, was when he was healthy, before they both got AIDS. It’s a metaphor for Ross’s body, and viewers are supposed to take a piece of candy — by so doing, the body deteriorates. Keep reading »
Meet Sara X, who has INSANE pec strength and can percuss her boobs to Mozart. As usual, I have questions:
What is this?
How is this even possible?
How much does each boob weigh? Keep reading »
Novel idea: if, for any reason or due to any twist of fate, one stumbles across a container labeled “Pandora’s box,” refrain from opening it. We all know what happened last time, right? There shouldn’t have to be a next time for something that, as legend goes, is responsible for giving us all of the world’s ills. Jason Airey, 37, fell unconscious and later died after opening — yeah, you guessed it — just that container. Keep reading »
Is it just me, or does the concept of an owl cafe not quite possess the same appeal as their predecessor, cat cafes? A bird of prey is not exactly my ideal coffee ‘n’ crumb cake companion … but as Japan would have it, “fukurou” cafes offering owl-themed food and drink are all the rage, with certain establishments even permitting patrons to pet the owls in residence. I’m interested in hearing what Amelia has to say about this. The owls are not what they seem. [Worst. Nightmare. No. That is all. -- Amelia] [via Refinery29] [Photo: Lonely Planet]
Wonderful Pistachios have really stepped up their ad game in what seems like an exorbitantly expensive way. I mean, they’ve landed Snoop Dogg, Homer and Bart Simpson, Psy at the height of his awful-moment-in-pop-culture fame, even the Prancercise lady … I had no idea there was so much money in pistachios. This latest video star also couldn’t have come cheap, but how they got Dennis Rodman is just not one of the questions I have about this clip. No, there are so many more, like why they thought it would be a good idea to feature a green-haired Rodman being obliterated via red button by a doppelgänger for his close pal Kim Jong Un. So many questions, and not one of them is whether or not I’d like to go buy Wonderful Pistachios right now.
Venezuelans now need to worry about their hair.
Women in the city of Maracaibo in Venezuela should be careful when wearing their hair down. According to local news sources, a group known as “piranhas” are now stealing women’s hair — and they prefer it straight.
The robbers will hold women at gunpoint in malls and tell them to tie their hair into a ponytail so that they can then cut it off and sell it to beauty salons as hair extensions, according to Venezuelan digital newspaper Informe 21. Read more at Huffington Post…