Pissing Contest, Czech Republic

Pissing Contest in Bronze

The idea is disarmingly simple. Two bronze sculptures pee into their oddly-shaped enclosure.

While they are peeing, the two figures move realistically. An electric mechanism driven by a couple of microproccesors swivels the upper part of the body, while the penis goes up and down. The stream of water writes quotes from famous Prague residents.

Visitor can interupt them by sending SMS message from mobile phone to a number, displayed next to the sculptures. The living statue then ‘writes’ the text of the message, before carrying on as before.

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Purchase sampler: I buy, you win.

I got my package from Aquarius Records, including the new Jello/Melvins opus, the 1981 L.A. no wave/postpunk compilation "Keats Rides a Harley", a two volume set of Tibetan Buddhist rituals, some pipe organ madness, and the Jack Palance album. It's everything I can handle, and more!

Here's a sampler of mp3 from each. Links likely to expire, please mirror if you want to spread, etc.

Jello Biafra & The Melvins Kali-Fornia Uber Alles 21st Century (Live). Everyone made the lame joke about the DKs redoing "California Uber Alles" after we got governated. Jello and the Melvins did it, and very very well. There are better tracks on this CD but here's the crowd pleaser.

Jack Palance, Hannah Jack talks his way through one hell of a tearjerker country ballad in his very best psychotic murderer voice. This will either be much better or much worse if you're drunk or tired. Let me know.

100 Flowers, Salmonella (from Keats Rides a Harley compilation) This compilation came out in '81 and has a load of L.A. weirdos I used to know: Leaving Trains, the 100 Flowers/Danny and the Doorknobs axis, the Meat Puppets, all doing weird underproduced stuff. It's really good, especially for people with obsessive interest in underground rock of the early 1980s. Hello, obnoxicant? Twenty years later people called this music "Indie" but it was dead by then.

Georges Montalba, The Washington Post March PIPE. ORGAN. MADNESS!

Long Trumpets Auspicious Ending from the Tibetan Buddhist Rituals set. No one makes a really long series of honking noises sound as cool as Tibetan Buddhist monks. I want these guys to play my wedding.

Beyond Good and Emo

1. In Origins of Superheroes news: Climber guy freezes lower legs off, learns how to make prosthetics, designs new artificial knee, rebuilds his legs better than before, is now 8 feet tall..
   
   
2. In Science Proves What We All Knew news, USC researchers find that pathological liars have extra brain material to help them keep track of all that bullshit.
   
   
3. If you haven't seen it, the video for Coil's 1986 version of "Tainted Love" is amazing. Thanks to transbuddha for reposting it.
   
   
4. Elegant, sophisticated, rebellious, and eternally fashionable: Black toilet paper.
   
   
5. The Who has been a tragic joke for years, and now the inevitable biopic approaches. Click to find out just how bad it will be!
   
   
6. Tom Coates finally had the first contact in 28 years with his father, and made an eloquently emotional blog post about it. Because this is the Internet, the next thing that happened was that ad agency stooges trolled his blog for a product promo. And then he tracked them down.
   
   
7. Our governator won't permit gay marriage. Could this be because he's a RETIRED MANWHORE? Maybe he and Jeff Gannon can get together to "pump us up".

I wish I looked a little better

[Poll #580835]

I for one welcome our sword-wielding Chinese robot overlords

encounter at the Shell station

When I was gassing up the car in Huntington Beach last week, another car pulled in and parked, and the driver got out and approached me.

He was in his sixties, South Asian, and wearing one of those embroidered tunic-like garments that comes down to the knees. He was either a foreigner or someone who was practicing a more traditional Indian life here in California.

He greeted me with "Hello. Do you know, could you tell me, where is New Britain?"

For a moment I froze. What the hell? Was he somehow trying to find some new Raj of Anglo-Indians, an enclave of 1908 here in suburbia? Or was he asking me a trick geographical question about a remote island? Seconds passed.

He looked at me quizzically and smiled. "It is a street."

Oh! I had no idea where New Britain street was in HB. I pointed him to the clerk.

Now I have this image in my head of a little Simla hidden somewhere between the beach and the freeweay.