“The painting is much changed and far more advanced that when you last saw it. One day I was dissatisfied with it and dashed a tone of light rose over the former gloomy background. I turned the painting upside down, retired to the other end of the studio and looked at it under my arm. Vast improvement.”—Pro painting techniques from John Singer Sargent, in a letter to Ben del Castillo, in reference to the painting Madame X, which was incredibly difficult to complete, mostly due to the restless and spoiled subject.
“We at the Starchild Project have repeatedly tried to correct the outdated and incorrect information about the Starchild Skull presented in the article on Wikipedia (which I refer to by the more appropriate name “Wackypedia”)”—Response to Wikipedia on Starchild Skull
Anyone who follows the Mothmanlives list on Yahoo knows that this is not the first time I have been accused there of having the intent of humiliating “Barbara of Youngstown” (the woman who, on eBay, auctioned off - but never actually mailed - a piece of toast with an image of Jesus on it). According to John Frick (an artist Maryland who was chosen to supervise the list for (still) owner Donnie Sergent), I “hate” her. I have also been called an “a-hole” who “continually attacked” Barbara, although Barbara was never once attacked by anyone. I have generally been portrayed (in and around discussions of which firearm is best to use against MIBs) as an evil villian who is “doing the devil’s work” and who “wants to argue just for the sake of arguing.” (“Hey, can’t we all just get along as we talk about which caliber weapon we enjoy killing with?”) Prior to that, I was accused variously of being “mind-controlled,” “demon-possessed,” “angry,” “unhappy,” a “whore,” a “nut,” unable to “experience peace,” a pitiable person “in need of prayer” because of my “receptiveness” to dark, quasi-satanic forces, a “bald-faced liar” who “manipulates” people into “doing his bidding,” and so on. Unbelievably, a couple of supposed “Wiccans” on the list gleefully alluded to me being burned at the stake and later eaten! Among other things, I was falsely accused by Robin P. Bellamy of attempting to “steal her Mothman story” away from Loren Coleman, her behind-the-scenes mentor (who is himself generally considered, rightly or wrongly, to be the world’s greatest appropriator of witnesses stories). All of these passed with virtually no comment from the moderator. These of course happen to be the tactics of the extreme right-wing: accusing your progressive enemies of committing exactly the same sins as you. As I have stated before, these accusations against me are poppycock. I wasn’t even on the list when these events with Barbara occurred, having been gone for months! The person who pointed out that Barbara was publicly auctioning her Jesus Toast had no idea they were breaking list rules (as these rules have never been elucidated) and had no idea they were embarrassing Barbara. Sadly, they were kicked off without warning, on their first “transgression” of list rules (unless admitting that they were friends of mine counted as the first transgression). Barbara could have come back at any time, like all the other right-wingers who have feigned quitting the list because of the presence of a liberal like myself.
“If I chose a career in product design, I’d first burn nearly 100 years of Bauhaus education with a fully exposed washing machine that celebrated its inherent qualities of violence & fluids - and name it ‘cleansing apparatus’. Putting everything in a tidy white box is not ‘form follows function’. Form should express function. Especially if dangerous and erotic.”—gratuitously quoting myself (via darklyeuphoric)
An amendment that would legalize the use of propaganda on American audiences is being inserted into the latest defense authorization bill, BuzzFeed has learned. The amendment would “strike the current ban on domestic dissemination” of propaganda material produced by the State Department and the Pentagon, according to the summary of the law at the House Rules Committee's official website.
San Francisco Bars Quietly Install Facial-Recognition Cameras; Report "Male" and "Female" Crowd Ratios Online
On Friday afternoon, about 20 bars around San Francisco are set to have special “facial detection” cameras turned on as part of a new smartphone app by Chicago-based startup SceneTap.
The cameras, which are mounted above the door of their client bars, scan patrons’ faces as they enter and exit the bar. The company’s software then immediately determines whether the person is male or female, and counts how many of each are in the bar, divides that by the known capacity of the bar, and then outputs something like: “Crowd: >90% full | Women: 58% | Men: 42%.”
San Francisco bar patrons are unlikely to know that their faces are being scanned, however—the company has only put SceneTap stickers in the windows, but does not explain to customers in an obvious way what exactly is going on.
"Here’s the thing—there are no videos or images stored at any time," wrote the company’s CEO, Cole Harper, in an open letter to San Francisco. “Once the data is triggered, the images are overwritten, deleted, gone. There are no tapes. There is no video feed either. No one can go to www.scenetap.com and see what is happening. It’s all data and numbers—that’s it. And since we’re only focused on the door, you’re free to do keg stands and dance like Bernie or hit on that bartender all you want—we do not track you in the venue.”
The problem being, of course, that we are being asked to simply trust in the innate good nature of a face-recognition software company to not record, copy, or report this data, even while they have every reason to do so. I for one am entirely willing to send that kind of data off to Scenetap, whom I’m positive will never misuse, sell, or hand over the data to interested parties with subpoenas and/or giant cartoon-dollar-sign-encrusted bags of cash.
(Not to mention the troubling assumption on the part of Scenetap that designation of gender can be left in the hands of software, and then reported without consent. What the hell criteria are they using, anyway?)
Here is a list of San Francisco venues that have installed Scenetap cameras. Ars Technica reports that many bars that are still listed on Scenetap’s page have since pulled out. The fact that they considered the program in the first place is worth pointing out, however. These venues are indicated with an *.
Fluid Ultra Lounge
Kozy Kar Bar
Mayes Oyster House
Scenetap SF Strategy Center
The Wreck Room
I think I might do a little tour of their Yelp pages today.
“like straight up you can give the police One Trillion Dollars and they will roll up in a fucking ferrari cop car with rocket launchers meanwhile sending faxes of mimeographs 50 feet to ‘records’ which is just a room with a lady in it who puts the fax in a box”
being asleep in a basement and the basement sinks into the ground and the ground takes on the consistency of water and floods in through the windows and drowns you and crushes you and by the time you wake up you are already suffocating
human bodies with deer heads.
large industrial fans and other ambiguous industrial machines that happen to turn on by themselves and get louder and louder.
The sound of TV static.
Ghosts flying through my windshield when I’m driving through fog late at night.
A disembodied head floating around a corner at night.
“DHS estimates that as many as 1 million people who are subject to administrative detention or arrest annually could now be subject to DNA collection. But it’s important to note that many of these people are not involved in criminal activity. Collecting DNA from anyone detained by the government for any number of non-criminal reasons—especially juveniles—seems to be yet another step on the slippery slope to collecting DNA from everyone in the United States, no matter their status.”—DHS Considers Collecting DNA From Kids; DEA and US Marshals Already Do | Electronic Frontier Foundation
Never remembering that going for an extended stroll (like, say, 15 blocks home from the “neighborhood” thrift store) while wearing fishnet tights means that by the time you arrive home? The soles of your feet may feel like they’ve been lightly scoured with a cheese grater.
(Ouch, dammit! But I did find good things at the thrift store, so I’m calling it a win.)
This happens to me all the goddamn time. The other, less mentionable side effect of fishnet wearing is the dread twatwaffle, wherein your ladyparts get crimped or even trapped by the fishnet. Which isn’t a problem for people whose tights stay up on their own, but I usually have to cut off the waistband (because it makes my stomach hurt) and then wear tights with underpants over them to keep them from falling down.
PLEASE ENJOY VISUALIZING THAT.
Anyway, the solution to the fishnet burn is to invest in a pair of Capezio dance fishnets. Why? Because the sole of the foot is solid:
A pair of these will run you around $20, but it’s worth it because these get holes a hell of a lot less than regular cheapo fishnets, they have more stretch, and are all around tougher and more comfortable.
I’m standing in the basement of a tumbledown house somewhere in the uglier areas of Oakland. Up top, it’s a punk squat. The outside is decrepitly unnoticeable, the inside walls are thick with incomprehensible spraypaint and hand-drawn posters calling for General Strikes. A constantly shifting cast of people of all genders sporting strange haircuts and bad ink drifts endlessly through the space. But down here in the basement, it’s a different world. There’s an array of beige plastic machines, most about the size of a small washing machine, connected with a dense network of cables. There are several computers, one of which appears to be a laptop held together with duct tape. There’s arc lamps lighting a cluster of plants, and you think, ah, here’s something I can understand, but instead of the usual dense forest of marijuana, I’m looking at a tomato literally as big as my head.
A man with a shock of grey hair exploding back from thin framed glasses grins at me. “That could be enough tomato soup to feed a family of six. Hungry?”
howtobeafuckinglady - Fashion, Naomi Campbell, drag, and razor-witted callouts from a fucking lady.
catbountry - TF2 fandom superstar, ground floor meme outlet, and the person who probably started the whole Tumblr/corgi love affair. If you want to stay informed about Internet Drama without having to actually read 4chan or any other pits of despair, Cat Bountry is the shortcut. Be warned: Posts a lot of Heavy/Medic slash art, occasional gore, and gets involved in flame wars and back-and-forths which can fill up your dash unduly (supposing you’re not interested, that is). On a personal note, I think Cat is cool, I love her blog, and I dig her writing, but our politics differ (she’s had a lot of run-ins with shitty Tumblr radfems and they’ve taken their toll, I guess is a good way to put it)—so keep that in mind.
churchofindustry - Formerly Church of Cyberpunk, Church of Industry is like an IV drip of rivethead sugarwater directly into your headjack. The curator is a pink-dredlocked eldergoth who boasts (and posts a lot of photos of) his cybershed, his pink-dredlocked cyberdaughter, and a wealth of stylistic, conceptual, and artistic reblogs. We call him Cyberdad—he’s everything you want a man who lived through the 1980s club scene to still be. Not to rag on the guy’s age, but I find his refusal to ditch his Manic Panic and platforms something of an inspiration.
yourfaithlost - Young occult artist in Portland. Good illustrations, good self-portraits, good attitude.
stationlost - Friend, good musician, DJ, posts rad tracks. Station would probably get along with yourfaithlost.
beautynursedondarkness - One of the better goth/dark/occult/witchy blogs. Fashion imagery and general imagery.
angrywhistler - Posts incredibly good paintings, some of which are his own work.
dirtyturps- If you only follow one art/painting blog, make it this one. Occasionally ruins the flow by posting “pretty” girls, but it’s not intolerable.
worstcat - Only posts bad cats. Bad cats only. Blog will conclude when the all-time worst cat is found. Until then, the search continues.
mediapathic - Personal friend, San Francisco VJ, DJ, and general dilletante. Posts shit like this, which you will read nowhere else.
jscottgrand - Incredible writer. Posts short stories like what Chuck Palaniuk wishes he could write, but can’t. From the beat tradition; heroin and sex and suffering and human instinct.
collaterlysisters - Scientist, transwoman, street medic. I can’t fistbump hard enough to express my respect and appreciation for this woman and her blog. Posts rad politics and gets into good arguments.
colormegoth - Goths of color curated by a goth of color. Excellent photos and exploded stereotypes.
internethistory - The internet equivalent of making art using “found objects”: locates photographs from all over the internet, taken by regular people and put online for lost or unfathomable reasons, and posts them without notes or context. The effect is eerie. It’s definitely art.
This is a little routine that goes through my head at certain shows.
WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!
“Industrial Music Sir!”
INDUSTRIAL MUSIC?! YOU CALL THAT INDUSTRIAL?! SON THE BEST PART OF YOUR ACT SOUNDED LIKE BRITTNEY SPEARS SLOWED DOWN 400%! WHAT IS YOUR NAME PRIVATE?
“Decrepit Irradiation Sir!”
DECREPIT IRRADIATION? THAT’S THE KIND OF NAME PUSSY-ASS METAL BOYS WHO JERK OFF TO YNGWIE MALMSTEEN SOLOS WOULD USE. DO YOU JERK OFF TO YNGWIE MALMSTEEN SOLOS PRIVATE?
“Sir No Sir!”
WELL YOU SURE AS SHIT BEEN BEATING YOUR MEAT TO SOMETHING CAUSE YOU GOT NO SPUNK LEFT. YOU ARE NOT EVEN WORTH OF A PUSSY-ASS METAL NAME. YOUR NAME FROM NOW ON IS PRIVATE KEINE EIER! DO YOU KNOW WHAT KEINE EIER MEANS?
“Sir No Sir!”
OF COURSE YOU DON’T, BECAUSE YOU DON’T SPEAK ANY GERMAN! HELL, I BET YOU NEVER EVEN READ ANY EINSTURZENDE NEUBAUTEN LINER NOTES! BUT I WILL TELL YOU! KEINE EIER MEANS “NO BALLS”! BECAUSE YOUR MUSIC HASN’T GOT ANY! SAY THANK YOU FOR YOUR NEW NAME, PRIVATE KEINE EIER!
“Sir Thank You Sir!”
YOU ARE NOT WORTHY TO BE SPAT ON BY MONTE CAZZAZZA MAGGOT! SAY THANK YOU LIKE A REAL INDUSTRIAL MUSICIAN PRIVATE KEINE EIER!
“Sir Danke Schoen Sir!”
WHAT IS THAT?! WHAT IN THE SHIT IS THAT?! IS THAT A GODDAMN STROBE LIGHT?!
“Sir Yes Sir!”
WELL ISN’T THAT CUTE. DID YOU BRING ENOUGH STROBE LIGHTS FOR EVERYONE PRIVATE KEINE EIER?!
“Sir No Sir!”
OF COURSE NOT, BECAUSE YOU ARE THE KIND OF PASTY FACED DAVID TIBET WORSHIPING SHITBAG WHO THINKS THAT A SINGLE STROBE LIGHT FLASHING AT 2HZ IS A LIGHT SHOW. I WILL ENLIGHTEN YOU, PRIVATE KEINE EIER, IT IS NOT A LIGHT SHOW IT IS A GODDAMN PSEUDO FASCIST CIRCLE JERK JUST LIKE YOUR SAMPLE OF JONESTOWN IS! YOU GET UP HERE AND PLAY A SINGLE LOOP THROUGH DISTORTION FOR 10 MINUTES WEARING A GODDAMN GAS MASK IN A VAGUE EVOCATION OF CONTROL SYSTEMS AND EXPECT US TO GIVE A FLYING FUCK! WHAT IS YOUR NAME PRIVATE?!
“Private Keine Eier Sir!”
IS YOUR NAME CHRIS CARTER?!
“Sir No Sir!”
IS YOUR NAME F.M. EINHEIT?
“Sir No Sir!”
IS YOUR NAME GENESIS GOD DAMN P-ORRIDGE?
“Sir No Sir!”
THEN YOU CANNOT GET AWAY WITH THIS HALF-ASSED SHIT! GET THE HELL OFF OF MY STAGE!!!
NOW, FOR THE REST OF YOU MAGGOTS, PRIVATE KEINE EIER HAS EARNED YOU ALL A LESSON. REPEAT AFTER ME! “THIS IS MY ACCESS VIRUS! THERE ARE MANY LIKE IT, BUT THIS ONE IS MINE!”