Sigur Rós’ Jónsi & Alex’s Good Heart Recipe Book!

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It’s an online, hand­writ­ten all vegan recipe book writ­ten by Jónsi & Alex. You’ll prob­a­bly know Jónsi as part of the Ice­landic post-rock band, Sigur Rós, and Jónsi & Alex is a col­lab­o­ra­tion between he and his part­ner, Alex Somers. They released the album Rice­boy Sleeps, which is great!

I love the book, espe­cially that you can flip the pages with the mouse. You can also down­load the book as PDF file by click­ing on the image above.

The pic­tures are beau­ti­ful, and it’s lovely that every­thing is hand-written. I’m really lik­ing the look of the straw­berry milk­shake and the tomato sauce, as you can see. I have only tried the Macadamia Mon­ster Mash sev­eral times and is always very good. You can see how they make it in the video below. I can’t wait to try the rest out!


The Tropical Islands (WTF?!) Indoor Beach Resort

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If you were in Ger­many and had a giant for­mer Soviet mil­i­tary air­base in your back­yard, what would you do? Build an indoor trop­i­cal resort com­plete with white sandy beaches, palm trees and heaps of white tourists in Speedos, right? RIGHT!!!?? Well that’s exactly what happened.

The approx­i­mately 1181 feet long, 689 feet wide and 351 feet tall hangar designed to house air­ships that probs would’ve been used to kill heaps of peo­ple, is now the home of the Trop­i­cal Islands Resort. The lux­ury ‘beach’ get­away can accom­mo­date up to 6000 guests not includ­ing the 500 peo­ple who work their every­day. Through purely unnat­ural means, the joint is kept at a lovely 26 degrees cel­sius with around about 64% humidity.

Oh and btw, there’s snow out­side. Heaps of it. Cov­er­ing the mil­i­tary hangar which has a beach resort in it. In Ger­many, where else?.


The Lavender Panthers

Rev. Ray Broshears, a homosexual activist, is a highly vocal critic of police activities in San Francisco. When a police officers' association sued him for slander, he responded by printing up bogus "wanted" posters. Broshears started a series of weekly lunches for senior citizens in conjunction with a homosexual organization.

Rev. Ray Bros­hears, a homo­sex­ual activist, was a highly vocal critic of police activ­i­ties in San Fran­cisco. When a police offi­cers’ asso­ci­a­tion sued him for slan­der, he responded by print­ing up bogus “wanted” posters. Bros­hears started a series of weekly lunches for senior cit­i­zens in con­junc­tion with a homo­sex­ual organization.

There was a time in the USA, when harass­ing a gay man would not result in crim­i­nal charges, or at least not seri­ous ones. At that time homo­sex­u­als had even less legal pro­tec­tion than blacks (and we know how much help they were get­ting) so ver­bally abus­ing or even phys­i­cally assault­ing a gay man was con­sid­ered a minor offense. But in one city, that offense meant you were about to get the shit kicked out of you by a gang of gay vigilantes.

They were The Laven­der Pan­thers, formed in the ‘70s in San Fran­cisco as the direct result of per­va­sive gay bash­ing across the coun­try. The Rev­erend Ray Bros­hears, (who, as an openly gay Pen­te­costal Evan­ge­list preacher has to be the man with the least prob­a­ble job in fuck­ing his­tory) formed the group after get­ting his own ass kicked for being gay and in public.

The group was renowned for its abil­ity to appear out of nowhere (or a large van), and promptly begin flail­ing ass on any­one who rep­re­sented a threat to indi­vid­u­als, or the com­mu­nity at large. They also had a form of immu­nity. After all, if you’re uncom­fort­able enough with your mas­culin­ity to go around harass­ing ran­dom gay men on the street, you’re prob­a­bly going to be unwill­ing to admit to the police that you just got your ass rolled on by The Laven­der Panthers.

Read the fol­low­ing arti­cle from Time Mag­a­zine of Mon­day, Oct. 08, 1973:

Four San Fran­cisco teen-agers recently got the sur­prise of their young lives. Tool­ing around in their souped-up car look­ing for a lit­tle fun, they spot­ted two homo­sex­u­als leav­ing the Naked Grape, a well-known gay bar. The youths roared to a stop, jumped out of their car and began to push the homo­sex­u­als around. Sud­denly a brawny band, led by a man in a cler­i­cal col­lar, leaped from a gray Volk­swa­gen bus and lit into them. “We didn’t even ask ques­tions,” said the Rev. Ray Bros­hears, 38. “We just took out our pool cues and started flail­ing ass.” The teen-agers fled into the night, only to return ten min­utes later, beg­ging for their car: “Look, man, we don’t want no trou­ble.“
The group they most assuredly did not want trou­ble with was the Laven­der Pan­thers, a stiff-wristed team of gay vig­i­lantes who have taken to the streets of San Fran­cisco to pro­tect their con­fr­eres against just such attacks. Formed by the Rev. Ray, a Pen­te­costal Evan­ge­list and known homo­sex­ual who him­self was once beaten severely out­side his gay mis­sion cen­ter, the Pan­thers patrol the streets nightly with chains, billy clubs, whis­tles and cans of red spray paint (a sub­sti­tute for for­bid­den Mace). Their pur­pose, as the Rev. Ray can­didly puts it, is to strike ter­ror in the hearts of “all those young punks who have been beat­ing up my faggots.”

San Fran­cisco has long had a rep­u­ta­tion for per­mis­sive­ness toward homo­sex­u­als, and the police depart­ment claims that there are only a cou­ple of iso­lated inci­dents of gay beat­ings on their records. The homo­sex­u­als say that that is pre­cisely the point: gays will not file I com­plaints because the police are likely to accuse them of hav­ing invited the beat­ing by propo­si­tion­ing some­one. The Rev. Ray’s own log shows 300 inci­dents of mug­gings and beat­ings of homo­sex­u­als in San Fran­cisco dur­ing the past six months, usu­ally by roam­ing teen-age gangs. A pudgy, con­fessed cow­ard, Ray says he finally got fed up on the Fourth of July after he had com­plained to police that some young toughs were set­ting off fire­works in a park­ing lot out­side his Help­ing Hands Gay Com­mu­nity Ser­vice Cen­ter. Accord­ing to Ray, when the cops arrived all they did was tell the youths he had rat­ted on them. The toughs pro­ceeded to beat him sense­less. Two days later Ray announced that the Laven­der Pan­thers were com­ing out.
Kung Fu. The basic band num­bers 21 homo­sex­u­als, includ­ing two les­bians who are reput­edly the tough­est hom­bres in the lot. Besides their goal of halt­ing the attacks, the Laven­der Pan­thers want to gain­say the pop­u­lar notion that all homo­sex­u­als are “sissies, cow­ards and pan­sies” who will do noth­ing when attacked. All of the Pan­thers know judo, karate, Kung Fu or plain old alley fight­ing. For gays with­out defen­sive skills, the Pan­thers hold train­ing ses­sions with instruc­tion from a judo brown belt and a karate expert. Although Ray has a work­ing arrange­ment with Elliot Black­stone, the police com­mu­nity rela­tions offi­cer who deals with homo­sex­u­als, not to carry firearms on his patrols, he does keep a shot­gun in his office, which, he boasts, “will leave a hole in a man big enough to drive a tank through Georgia.”

Beyond their stip­u­la­tion against the Pan­thers’ car­ry­ing guns, the police have not inter­fered with the patrols, nor have they received any com­plaints from any­one the Pan­thers have accosted. Indeed, the Pan­thers have got­ten more heat from their own brethren than from the police. Bill McWilliams, owner of three gay bars, says, for exam­ple, that the patrons of his Boot Camp bar can take good care of them­selves. More­over, many of the city’s afflu­ent gays do not like the idea of hard-eyed homo­sex­ual toughs caus­ing com­mo­tion in the streets. But Ray insists that his Dra­con­ian mea­sures are nec­es­sary. “Mid­dle Amer­ica has always had a lit­tle tinge of homo­pho­bia,” he says. “But I’ve had it up to here. All this queer bash­ing has sim­ply got to stop.”


The Medium Is The Message: Marshall Mcluhan’s Full Lecture

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The writ­ing of the Cana­dian philoso­pher Mar­shall McLuhan, has entered pop­u­lar jar­gon like that of few other mod­ern intel­lec­tu­als. Is there another line that has been quoted – and mis­quoted – as enthu­si­as­ti­cally as ‘the medium is the mes­sage’?, which set one of the cor­ner­stones of mod­ern media the­ory. In it, he argued, users will focus on the con­tent of the medium, rather than the medium itself, ren­der­ing them obliv­i­ous to the changes – soci­etal, reli­gious, cul­tural, etc. – that such a medium brings.

McLuhan, of course, was per­fectly aware of his sta­tus as the thinker du jour of the media age, the man every­one liked to quote over din­ner but hadn’t both­ered to read – for proof, just watch this clip from Woody Allen’s Annie Hall.

But what does “the medium is the mes­sage” really mean? Mcluhan him­self tries to explain just that on this lec­ture recorded by ABC Radio National Net­work on 27 June 1979 in Australia.


The Pirate Bay Leaves Sweden

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The Pirate Bay will no longer be hosted by the Swedish Pirate Party, due to mount­ing legal pres­sure from a domes­tic anti-piracy group rep­re­sent­ing the enter­tain­ment indus­try. Accord­ing to Tor­rent­F­reak, the file-sharing site will now be hosted with sup­port from the pirate par­ties in Nor­way and Spain, where it may find more favor­able legal environments.

In Octo­ber, the Pirate Bay relo­cated its oper­a­tions to the cloud as part of an effort to evade police raids and the loca­tion of its head­quar­ters remains unknown, though it has con­tin­ued to use web host­ing ser­vices pro­vided by the Swedish Pirate Party. Ear­lier this month, how­ever, the Pirate Party was threat­ened with a law­suit from Sweden’s Rights Alliance, which rep­re­sents the movie and music indus­tries. The Rights Alliance gave the pirates until Feb­ru­ary 26th to cut ties with the Pirate Bay, forc­ing the site to come up with a backup plan.

Ear­lier today, the Pirate Bay finally cut ties with its Swedish allies, and shifted its web host­ing ser­vices to Nor­way and Spain. “TPB did of course have lots of backup tran­sit lined up for ages. This is how­ever the first time we are going to show two at the same time,” The Pirate Bay’s Winona told Tor­rent­F­reak. “It will be inter­est­ing to see who is now blamed for host­ing TPB. In the end, maybe the anti-interneterians will under­stand that they can’t win a fight when they have the peo­ple against them.”

The organization’s choice of relo­ca­tion was likely informed by legal prece­dent in each coun­try. In 2010, enter­tain­ment indus­try groups failed to force a Nor­we­gian ISP to block the Pirate Bay, while Span­ish courts have thus far been reluc­tant to take action against file-sharing sites, on the grounds that link­ing to other plat­forms is not a valid basis for copy­right liability.


David Cronenberg’s Videodrome

The pres­i­dent of Civic TV Chan­nel 83, Max Renn, is always look­ing for new cheap and erotic movies for his station.

When his employee, Har­lan, decodes a pirate video broad­cast show­ing tor­ture, mur­der, and muti­la­tion called “Video­drome,” Max becomes obsessed to get this series for his channel.

He con­tacts his sup­plier, Masha, and asks her to find the party respon­si­ble for the transmission.

A cou­ple of days later, Masha tells that “Video­drome” is real snuff movies. Max’s sado-masochistic girl­friend Nicki Brand decides to travel to Pitts­burgh, where the show is based, to audition.

Max inves­ti­gates fur­ther, and through a video by the media prophet Brian O’Blivion, he learns that that TV screens are the retina of the mind’s eye, being part of the brain, and “Video­drome” trans­mis­sions cre­ate a brain tumor in the viewer, chang­ing the real­ity through video hallucination.


The Art of Illustration

Illus­tra­tors artic­u­late what a pho­to­graph can­not. Using an array of tech­niques and styles, illus­tra­tors evoke sto­ries and mean­ing in a vari­ety of medi­ums, from edi­to­r­ial illus­tra­tion in mag­a­zines and news­pa­pers, to comics books, to activist media.


And as their tasks over the years have become less infor­ma­tional and more expres­sive, their indi­vid­ual voice as artists becomes all the more crit­i­cal and beau­ti­ful, reveal­ing an excit­ing and awe-inspiring age of illustration.


Finding Vivian Maier

The story of this nanny who has now wowed the world with her pho­tog­ra­phy, and who inci­den­tally recorded some of the most inter­est­ing mar­vels and pecu­liar­i­ties of Urban Amer­ica in the sec­ond half of the twen­ti­eth cen­tury is seem­ingly beyond belief.

An Amer­i­can of French and Austro-Hungarian extrac­tion, Vivian bounced between Europe and the United States before com­ing back to New York City in 1951.

Hav­ing picked up pho­tog­ra­phy just two years ear­lier, she would comb the streets of the Big Apple refin­ing her artis­tic craft. By 1956 Vivian left the East Coast for Chicago, where she’d spend most of the rest of her life work­ing as a caregiver.

In her leisure Vivian would shoot pho­tos that she zeal­ously hid from the eyes of oth­ers. Tak­ing snap­shots into the late 1990′s, Maier would leave behind a body of work com­pris­ing over 100,000 negatives.

Addi­tion­ally Vivian’s pas­sion for doc­u­ment­ing extended to a series of home­made doc­u­men­tary films and audio recordings.

Inter­est­ing bits of Amer­i­cana, the demo­li­tion of his­toric land­marks for new devel­op­ment, the unseen lives of eth­nics and the des­ti­tute, as well as some of Chicago’s most cher­ished sites were all metic­u­lously cat­a­logued by Vivian Maier.

A free spirit but also a proud soul, Vivian became poor and was ulti­mately saved by three of the chil­dren she had nan­nied ear­lier in her life.

Fondly remem­ber­ing Maier as a sec­ond mother, they pooled together to pay for an apart­ment and took the best of care for her.

Unbe­knownst to them, one of Vivian’s stor­age lock­ers was auc­tioned off due to delin­quent pay­ments. In those stor­age lock­ers lay the mas­sive hoard of neg­a­tives Maier secretly stashed through­out her lifetime.

Maier’s mas­sive body of work would come to light when in 2007 her work was dis­cov­ered at a local thrift auc­tion house on Chicago’s North­west Side.

From there, it would even­tu­ally impact the world over and change the life of the man who cham­pi­oned her work and brought it to the pub­lic eye, John Mal­oof. Cur­rently, Vivian Maier’s body of work is being archived and cat­a­loged for the enjoy­ment of oth­ers and for future generations.

John Mal­oof is at the core of this project after recon­struct­ing most of the archive, hav­ing been pre­vi­ously dis­persed to the var­i­ous buy­ers attend­ing that auction.

Now, with roughly 90% of her archive recon­structed, Vivian’s work is part of a renais­sance in inter­est in the art of Street Photography.