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Representations of Batman in fine art through the ages are on display at the bat-tastic Bat-Blog.

Starry Night in Gotham by Vincent VanGogh

Featuring Ken Lay, Woodrow Wilson, Benito Mussolini, and Henry Ford as the Beaver:

It’s sad and confusing not to live in a democracy, anymore. And while it’s quite plainly true, it’s a bit too unthinkable for most sane people to accept. It goes in the same mental basket as more outlandish (if not unthinkable) thoughts — such as dynamite on the WTC or no airplane crashing into the Pentagon — even though, in this case, it’s not conjecture, it’s just plain real.

So what I’m coming to grips with is accepting that I don’t live in a democratic nation, and that the propaganda state attempted in 1930’s Europe did finally reach fruition here in the U.S., just as Henry Ford and those of his ilk predicted.

Douglas Rushkoff in Arthur Magazine: Acceptance (doesn’t equal) Acquiescence

So I had taken my sister and her boyfriend along for a bike ride following the motorway construction that I have been photographing since last summer. It was a beautiful evening, one of those absolute marvellous Danish summers. A pale blue sky inhabited by a couple of lone clouds. We had biked from Lystrup to Skødstrup to look at where the motorway starts. The work on the road has come a long way since my last visit this February. Back then the landscape was covered in snow, seemingly blending all the elements together. If only visually.
My fellow travellers seemed to enjoy themselves as they were biking along in their own tempo. On our way home, we stopped at a badly neglected little farmhouse. It must have been a beautiful place when it was actually a farm. Now it had graffiti and the grass was a couple of meters up in the air. My sister wanted to have a closer look. We saw that the door to the main house was open, and you could hear the sound of water running. I decided to have a look inside. The entrance was littered with old advertisement leaflets and wet newspapers. It stank of decay. Not shit, but just a musty, heavy decay. It’s moist. The walls and the carpets were wet, which quickly made it difficult to breathe properly. The toilet looked like it hadn’t been used for a couple of years.
After the first inspection I was waving them all over and we had a look inside. It is dark inside. No lights are on. In what used to be a living room there was a sofa. On it we found a couple of boxes full of papers. The small desk next to it is also full of papers. My sister had a closer look. Some of them were court papers. Others bank statements - seemingly organised as well. On the wall I find a framed wedding picture. I take it down. I am showing it to my sister. I am very excited. I want to take it with me. She says I better not. I put it back onto the wall and eventually start taking a couple of photographs. There’s hardly any light and I don’t want to use any flash. The others leave the house. I am fiddling with my camera. The card is full. I am deleting unwanted shots and take some pictures of a rack full of old suits and a couple ties. The water is still running in the bathroom.
I leave the house and we are standing around outside chatting. I am telling my sister’s boyfriend some lame joke that I have just bought the house. We both pretend that it is funny. I mention the state of the bathroom to my sister and she decides to have a look for herself.

She walks back into the house and suddenly she is running out. “There is someone in there” she yells. I look up and a man with a full beard wearing a red sweater is standing looking quite bewildered. My sister is apologising to him. “We didn’t know that anyone was living in there”. I tell him that we were just talking in his courtyard and have done nothing wrong. He starts shouting that we must get the hell out of there. We all jump on our bikes. My chain falls of. The two of them are cycling away. I am fiddling with my chain. He doesn’t chase us. Cycling home and looking behind us every 10 seconds, my sister explains that she was peeking into the bathroom when the door behind her was opened. She panicked and ran. We look at each other with a mixture of laughter and shock.

Leave it to the Japanese to put a unique spin on alien encounters:

Nirasawa does not rule out that the schoolgirls’ slippers may have been pilfered by bug-like ETs.
“There’s a possibility,” he says. “I’d say if that was the case, it would probably have been Martians.”

The report is from the Mainichi newspaper, and originally appeared in Japan’s Weekly Playboy (WARNING: may contain perverse sexual imagery previously unimagined by Americans and/or God-fearing Europeans). I’ve got a bad feeling our alien overlords look like Hello! Kitty…

Teddy Stern has posted a fascinating look at what Jack Abramoff was up to in the late 80’s: writing and producing Dolph Lundgren movies!

Back in the mid-1980s, after completing his term as Chairman of the College Republicans, Jack headed out to Hollywood to try his dirty hand at film producing. He produced just one film, Red Scorpion, a B-movie dick flick starring Dolph Lundgren. On top of producing, Jack wrote the story. Joseph Zito, the mastermind behind Friday the 13th Part 4, directed.

This is truly mindboggling. Be sure to check out the trailer!

I’m not usually one for vicious scepticism, but looking at the brochureware for Life Technology Research International®’s “The Hyperdimensional Oscillator™” gave me a real patent medicine vibe. There’s quite a cottage industry built around Tesla’s “lost” inventions, and it just bugs the hell out of me. Nikola Tesla was a brilliant inventor, the equal (or better) of Thomas Edison. Unfortunately, he didn’t have Edison’s business acumen, and his patent for radio was tied up in the courts until after his death. His openness to ideas outside the mainstream have made him a beloved figure in the “paranormal” community, and his inventions inspired the set design for countless sci-fi and horror movies. A seminal figure. The downside of this? Companies that attach Tesla’s name to a product in the hopes that some of his luminence will rub off and turn their 99¢ keyfob into an $89.95 profit center. Goddammit, Tesla deserves better!

If you’ve been educated stupid, but don’t appreciate being reminded of it, Dan Winter’s Sacred Geometry & Coherent Emotion-HeartTuner + BlissTuner might be a sweeter dose of medicine:

Scale Invariance (’Global Scaling’) is key to gravity and making life BECAUSE self-similarity (embedability) enables (non-destructive) COMPRESSION (/ fusion / collapse )
What Dan Winter has done is develop the power spectra tools to optimize / teach this….-
The perfectly coherent FRACTAL HEART is self-similar… A HOLARCHY.

Heavy, man…

Danger Judas Robinson! Danger! Messiah doing disco vidoes!
If you only watch one Gloria Gaynor lipsync video this year, make it Jesus Will Survive (as if there are any others).

(Shamelessly ganked from WFMU’s Beware of the Blog.)

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It da toe tappin’ truf, yo. Give a listen.

The Original Cthulhu Fhtagn Wristband

The only rubberized awareness wristband I’d consider wearing!

“We’re proud of being white, we want to keep being white,” said Lynx. “We want our people to stay white … we don’t want to just be, you know, a big muddle. We just want to preserve our race.”

Either a brilliantly machiavellian way to garner publicity, or just another fucked up American family. Time to start counting down their 18th birthday and the inevitable porn career…