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… And that’s lesbian pulp art.

(Thanks, Ectomo)

I need the link at hand:

Wow.

For three years the priests would eat a special diet consisting only of nuts and seeds, while taking part in a regimen of rigorous physical activity that stripped them of their body fat. They then ate only bark and roots for another three years and began drinking a poisonous tea made from the sap of the Urushi tree, normally used to lacquer bowls. This caused vomiting and a rapid loss of bodily fluids, and most importantly, it killed off any maggots that might cause the body to decay after death. Finally, a self-mummifying monk would lock himself in a stone tomb barely larger than his body, where he would not move from the lotus position. His only connection to the outside world was an air tube and a bell. Each day he rang a bell to let those outside know that he was still alive. When the bell stopped ringing, the tube was removed and the tomb sealed.

Found it via Ectoplasmosis

God, I love, love this:

I just saw this on Rachel Young’s LJ. I’m no big zombie fan, but THIS is really interesting:

Zombie Festival 2007 is an internationally co-ordinated film and site-based events which incorporates elements of both old and new media. It will take place over the preceding 3 months and focus primarily on locally organised workshops and events leading up to a full-scale film production, also incorporating internet-coordinated film project.

I’ve been browsing Insert Credit since last night, reading a lot of things. That website is a wonder, I tell you. Two thing I want to keep at hand:

Tim Rogers review of Super Mario 3. And his review of Metal Gear Solid 2.

I was reading a feature last night, around 3 am, while drinking some coffee. I arrived at a page that almost made me choke with laughter.

Can’t find it now. I’ll see if I can post the link around.

Here!

Tijuana Bibles were pornographic tracts popular in America before the advent of mass-market full-color glossy wank-fodder such as Playboy. A typical bible consisted of eight stapled comic-strip frames portraying characters and celebrities (eg. John Dillinger, Popeye, Disney characters) in wildly sodomistic situations. Many could be considered grossly racist, sexist, and otherwise wholly “politically incorrect.”

(Found it via Table Of Malcontents)

I’m digging trough some websites, doing research for a thing that crossed my mind this morning. While I don’t necessarily agree with some things exposed by Spiked (It smells hippie there), I found that these articles were useful.

First: The Worst Celebrity Profile Ever Written? at Slate magazine:

But are all stories about celebrities really 9/11 stories? Well, maybe, but Angelina Jolie is really the quintessential 9/11 story because—he tells us—”in post 9/11 America, Angelina Jolie is the best woman in the world because she is the most famous woman in the world—because she is not like you or me.”

Second: Brad, Angelina and the rise of ‘celebrity colonialism’, at Spiked :

Brangelina’s security posse, in cahoots with the Namibian government and police, created what it called a ‘paparazzi-free zone’ around the Burning Shore resort. Some journalists have complained of harassment, including of the physical variety. It is reported that, in the run-up to the birth, some foreign photographers were warned to leave Namibia or face arrest.

Third: The people’s Republic of Bono, at Spiked again: (this paragraph made me laugh so hard)

Bono has become a one-man state; more than that, he’s a one-man cross-border supranational institution. He presumes to speak for millions, not on the basis of a democratic mandate but on the basis that he – mystically, magically, and because Africans are apparently too poor and destitute to speak for themselves – really, really knows what Africans want. Thus we have the utterly bizarre spectacle of a rock star putting pressure on leaders who were elected by millions of people to do what ‘I WANT’ in Africa. British newspaper columnist Rod Liddle refers to him as ‘the People’s Republic of Bono’, and wonders how long it will be before he is given ‘a seat on the United Nations security council’ or makes an announcement that ‘he is developing nuclear weapons’ (16). Well, at least then he could back up his demands of the G8 with some real firepower. Bono really does see himself as a state-like phenomenon: in the current issue of Vanity Fair he boasts that his (Project) Red charity initiative donated more to the Global Fund for Africa last year than ‘Australia, Switzerland and China…combined’, the implication being that he is at least the equal of, if not even more powerful than, these states in international debates about aid (17). They used to call it colonialism when a white man from over here decided that he represented the interests of the black hordes over there. Now they call it ‘passionate and serious crusading’ (18).

Enough celebrity bullshit for today. God, I feel sick.

Just a theory, but it sounds pretty interesting (no pun intended, of course)

“Anesthetics, they suggest, lower the temperature at which lipids become solid, making it difficult for the waves to form, thereby preventing nerves from sending pain signals. They also suggest that as the waves travel, they change the shape of the cell membrane, producing the electrical pulse that scientists currently mistake for the primary function of nerve cells.”

Link.

This article includes some notions that have been around on my head (and other places) about how the publishing industry seems to switch from magazines to book format in Japan. A couple of months ago, in the Book Fair of Buenos Aires, I got a small book from the Japanese embassy stand called “Practical Guide To Publishing In Japan” that gives solid numbers (at least, according to them) about some of those phenomenons explained.

The article was found on The Comics Reporter.