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surrealist wednesday

My spam's a bit strange this morning. Is there a new virus on the rounds? And what am I to make of someone offering "clear out your pamela debt, no loan needed"?

Meanwhile, artists continue to do strange things: Kelly Heaton is adopting different personas to interact with Elmo: The Trapper collects Elmos through eBay; The Industrialist performs the skinning; and The Taxidermist stuffs and mounts their heads. The Alchemist solders the electronic viscera and seeks clues to the mystery of life. Other characters, The Sociopath, The Debutante, and The Fashionista, interact with the coat and its accessories at various stages in The Surrogate’s development. Much more here including an astounding Elmo merkin. Tip of the mouse to Pete for pointing me there.

To do list


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2nd Oct, 2003 06:13 (UTC)
Someone I know got a invitation to extend her penis broth.

Are they putting in random words to evade spam filters do you think?
2nd Oct, 2003 07:36 (UTC)
or people who don't speak the language copying messages -- spam chinese whispers.
4th Oct, 2003 16:51 (UTC)
Spam surrealism
I often find spams in my inbox which have tried to disguise the
key words like 'viagra' and 'TeenSluts' by including comment tags, each
containing a random word; they are very entertaining in a found art
sort of way:

schism trafalgar wintergreen socket uvula petticoat uniform
raster myriad tomato chess picaresque matter tornado

And I was also once offered a website full of "JEREMY P1CS".
5th Oct, 2003 16:11 (UTC)
wasn't me
... probably this feller -- http://www.adoptabird.org/jeremy.html (or possibly http://www.puppymillrescue.com/Rainbowbridge.htm )

(from images.google searching for jeremy)
12th Oct, 2003 08:34 (UTC)
Spam Literature
Here's some more hidden content lifted from a different spam messsage -
somewhere out there must be spam software which reads Aristophanes to
pass the time between spewing spam:

Philolaus, and Galen. From the northern shores of the aegean came
the birds, and all the gay apparel of summer; when those deserted me,
replied: I have the population of eight provinces at my back

own; and, intent on the glory of an immortal name, yet not

and by the fire of love that burns my heart, that if you grant my prayer,

would arise; but the fact is, that they are private nominations

scene. And in the establishment of the T`ang dynasty,one of the

2nd Oct, 2003 06:13 (UTC)
Ps do you think David Blaine in his box is art?
2nd Oct, 2003 07:56 (UTC)
nnnnnnnnyeeeeeeeeeruuuuuuum well
I'm not really in the habit of drawing a line in the sand and saying this is art, this is not, but I'm not very happy with the omnipresence of Mr Blaine, no.

Though it is better than the pole-standing thing he did before, I mean, for heavens sake -- St Simon Stylite started that centuries ago, and it's now a popular world-wide devotion/endurance activity with its own conventions, devotees and celebrities.

I think my problem with him is that he's adopting acts which are traditionally used for protest, devotion, meditation and miracle and applying them in a very transparent, banal way. Going on hunger strike over justice, I understand, walling yourself up as an act of devotion, I understand, starving yourself to prove the reality of divine sustenance, I can understand. I mean, I may not agree with the acts of the asylum seeker who sewed his mouth shut, or want to be an anchorite or a breatharian (who come in two flavours -- deluded and dead), but at least they're mortifying themself for a reason. Blaine's doing it for TV ratings, sponsorship deals and fame. He's perforating his gut, partially dissolving his skeleton and losing his hair for the money.* And that's just a bit silly and kind of embarassing.

Which isn't to say that it's not art. But I don't particularly like it. I've spent too much time working in charity and around young people to see people starving (themselves) to death as art.** Put Tilda Swinton back in her glass box -- and put Blaine in the Thames.

* Assuming we are being told the truth about him not eating.
** Though I do have a very interesting short film called The Hunger Artist on tape at home.
2nd Oct, 2003 06:15 (UTC)
That certainly is a spectacular merkin.

The sculpture molestation page made me think of a big bronze head of someone in the Christchurch Museum at home. It has a very large nose and people seem to unconsciously rub it when passing. The nose bit is very shiny relative to the rest.
2nd Oct, 2003 06:24 (UTC)
I can't find a picture, but...
"In the afternoon I visit the Canterbury Museum, where I compare my nose with that on the bust of South Pole conqueror Roald Amundsen (his is bigger). Woody has told me that it’s good luck to rub the nose. I’m not quite sure if Woody is pulling my leg, but just to be on the safe side, out of sight of the security guard, I give the nose a quick stroke."

Stolen from: http://kim.griggs.net/blogger.html
3rd Oct, 2003 13:15 (UTC)
To be honest I didn't notice the Merkin when I blogged this, so thanks for the heads up. I guess it was all those dead Elmo eyes...
2nd Oct, 2003 07:45 (UTC)
Neat statue molestation idea!
Honestly, someone really has to do something like that with the bull elephant statue gifted to the UN, now put up someplace in NYC. The unforeseen consequence of drugging the elephant so they could create a plaster of it, was an amazing hard-on! The UN was most appreciative of the gift given them by their African member (ahem), but decided to dipomatically grow some African grasses around the statue to hide the enormous member (ahem). ;-)

There was a Beebs article about that someplace, a year+ ago.
2nd Oct, 2003 08:49 (UTC)
Statue Abuse...
I rather fancy molesting that Minotaur with a semi that's rampaging in the Barbican, somewhere. It would really make an excellent photo subject, but I don't know if I could ever find it again...
2nd Oct, 2003 09:58 (UTC)
there's a minotaur in the Barbican?
... take a ball of jewelled string !
2nd Oct, 2003 11:10 (UTC)
Re: there's a minotaur in the Barbican?
It's in the flats, somewhere. I went to a free intro to computers course about 5 years ago, and sat out in this little square in the breaks. I thought it was a funny thing to have there (maybe 'cos it's all so labyrynthine?), and wished I had a camera...
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