Mario has finally totally lost his shit in a Falling Down kinda way.
Mario has finally totally lost his shit in a Falling Down kinda way.
For that special Whovian in your life: A handmade Doctor Who chess set by Emmi Visser.
In time for Christmas, this is a completely unique, highly detailed, high quality chess set inspired by Doctor Who. Every single one of the 32 pieces is handcrafted from scratch. Finally you will be able to have your own adventures in time and space! And when you have briefly set your interstellar quarrels aside, this set is sure to attract the attention of your visitors!
Only ONE set will be sold. I will NOT make another set! So this one is completely UNIQUE. (I did make a chess set last year featuring the tenth Doctor. This one features the eleventh Doctor.)
For four years, each day I took the same tram to art academy. Why would you then look out the window with curiosity when there is no reason to expect anything new. I decided to change the daily journey for my fellow passengers and myself. I wouldn’t move the tramway track, but maybe I could add something. Make something so that what already exists would look very different now.
Man-eater is part of my graduation project Remake Reality for the Royal Academy of Art, The Netherlands.
Check out more of Daniel’s work here. And if you can come up with any similar game ideas, do let us know.
Today is Andy Warhol’s birthday and here’s a little something I think Andy would have appreciated - a video game in which the player takes on the role of Valerie Solanas.
“I Shot Andy Warhol” (a mod of Nintendo’s “Hogan’s Alley” made by Cory Arcangel) is a perfect example of a Warholian appropriation of pop culture. But instead of just watching, we get to participate in the process of the modern world eating itself. We have the choice of missing our target and keeping Warhol alive for eternity in our gaming consoles.
Read Part I of Ghosts of the Moscow Kremlin.
Fanny Kaplan lived her turbulent life in the early 20th century. A young Jewish anarchist in Kiev, she partially lost her sight at the age of twenty, during preparations for a terrorist action, when explosives accidentally detonated. Arrested while trying to flee the scene, she was sentenced to death. Because Fanny was under twenty-one, she was sent to a labor camp instead, where she spent most of her time in ill physical and mental health, eventually losing her vision entirely.
When the Revolution of 1917 came, she was released. Free again, Fanny underwent a series of treatments and her vision partially returned. She joined an anti-Marxist socialist party and, one year later, was arrested for the attempted assassination of Lenin, who was shot three times at a large-scale meeting. In a considerably shady turn of events, she was captured by the militia holding a gun and saying, “I did my duty.”
Considering Fanny’s impaired vision -at this time she could only make out shadowy shapes- and the fact that the well-aimed bullets weren’t extracted from Lenin to be checked for a match to her pistol, this confession was dubious (also see: Lee Harvey Oswald). Nonetheless, since she wouldn’t name any accomplices, Fanny Kaplan was executed at the Kremlin without a trial or an investigation three days later. She was shot and stuffed in a barrel, which was then set ablaze, leaving no room for confusion in least in one aspect of her story, making her a perfect candidate for eternal unrest.
A pale, trembling Fanny with uncombed hair and a gun is sometimes seen inside one of the Kremlin towers to this day.
Vladimir Ilyich Lenin remains an iconic figure in Russian history, though national reverence and enthusiasm have waned since the fall of Communism. As someone who grew up during Communism’s final decade, I still find Lenin difficult to write about, since the shiny dogma we were taught in school and the details surfacing over the past twenty years are at considerable odds. Even so, his accomplishments are many and his work ethic alone is awe-inspiring, even if all of his ideals and doings were not.
He was the erudite revolutionary who fought the Great Civil War, helped overthrow the last tzar and built an entirely new government, transforming Russia into a Soviet State with a socialist economic system. He worked sixteen-hour days until his death, wrote entire books without the help of a stenographer, all the while managing to maintain communication with friends and allies. His pamphlets, reforms, and long, impassioned speeches before huge crowds made him into a national hero. Despite being a slight man with unremarkable looks, the propaganda spun by Lenin’s eventual successor, Joseph Stalin, inflated his newly broad-shouldered and strong-jawed image to near-leviathan proportions. After decades of his trademark hostile intolerance toward faith, which dubbed religion “a mass opiate to be eradicated”, Lenin became god. Stalin continued to cultivate this personality cult to legitimize himself during and well after Lenin’s lifetime.
Before he eventually worked himself to death in 1924, Lenin fell gravely ill, and, partially paralyzed, was ordered rest at his summer house outside of Moscow. Shortly before his end, a Kremlin security chief saw what appeared to be Lenin walking briskly through the corridor up to his former apartment on the premises. Confused by Lenin’s lack of cane and entourage, the chief made a call – only to confirm that Lenin was at the summer house, resting as prescribed. Numerous similar eyewitness accounts followed, in direct opposition with the anti-spiritual doctrine of the times. The matter was quickly covered up with a false story of Lenin visiting Moscow one last time.
After his death three weeks later, Lenin’s body was embalmed and displayed in the Kremlin Mausoleum, per Stalin’s orders, where it lies to this day, accumulating layers of mortician’s wax with each passing year. Lenin’s baths and maintenance are no longer funded by the government, but continue thanks to public donations. It’s been speculated that it’s this unnatural process that keeps Lenin’s troubled spirit trapped within his Kremlin apartment, which has been locked and sealed for decades. Sounds of restless pacing, shuffling paper and creaking furniture are heard by guards late into the night.
Read the rest of Ghosts of the Moscow Kremlin (Part II) after the jump…
I’ve been having fun with my layzor and thought I should show all the lovely people at B3ta* just how much I love them.
Roll these puppies on your favorite flat surface** anytime you feel the need to express yourself through the medium of profanity.
A perfect gift for your grandmother and your aunty Bessie.
There’s been some interest from various people regarding swapping hard earned cash for their own set of dice. Part of the reason I’m posting this is to gauge whether there’s serious enough demand to make it worth getting off my arse and putting a project onto one of the UK crowdfunding sites.
Indeed there was more than enough interest Duke Euphoria’s suggestion and he made his gifts to the English language available at Box of Delights:
Ever been lost for something rude and slightly surreal to say ?
Roll these chaps on your favorite flat surface anytime you feel the need to express yourself through the medium of profanity. A perfect gift for your grandmother or your great aunty Bessie.
Three laser etched 20mm wooden dice.
2) Words that would cause one’s mother an attack of the vapours.
3) Amusing animals from around the globe.
Now you will never be at a loss for words when breaking the ice at parties or, ever fail when attempting to impress young hipsters with your word association skills. Though big, oiled men in budgie-smugglers will still kick sand in your face.
“Down, down, left, right, up, down…”
Screw Cornhole (god I love saying that word) and play some Vinyl Throw instead.
You couldn’t do this with MP3s now could you?
The Identipops box cover is rather perplexing, I spot Mick Jagger, Peter Noone, Paul McCartney, and John Lennon. But who’s the fourth guy on the left? Gene Pitney? Cliff Richard? Is he a weird caricature drawing of Davy Jones? Or is it someone else? I can’t tell.
Anyway, Identipops was a children’s game released in 1969 by by Play Value Ltd. The goal was for kids to build their favorite pop star or create an entirely new one Frankenstein-style. According to the box, there were over 74 press-out pieces which could make thousands of variations of pop star faces.
More after the jump…
I don’t necessarily know what to make of this, and I don’t know who made it, either, but one thing’s for sure: Mario looks high as hell. Just look at him!