Monthly Archives: March 2011

Movie Barcode

This is a movie barcode of every scene in Fight Club at a 3:1 ratio. It’s interesting see how the colors  reflect the tone of the film. If I had a home theater, these would be excellent & unexpected art for the walls.

There are prints available for this film & others.


Photo Projects

Over the past few months, I came across some awesome photo projects.

This project, by overdue underdone on flickr, is described as “a few shots from an on going project about temporary aspirations, memory, and skin poisoning.” Having a notepad tattoo is pretty cool, but documenting your lists & scribbles makes it even cooler.

This  project is called Triptychs of Strangers by theblackstar on flickr. He photographs a stranger’s top, middle, & bottom then creates a triptych. The image he did of the couple is my favorite. I absolutely love this idea.

This project is called Persona by Jason Travis on flickr. He photographs a person & what they carry with them. I love digging through people’s bags (with permission) to see what they carry. It says so much about someone. I love that Lamar is carrying a mini nail clipper, lip balm, & a fucking Taurus. Jason has turned this project into a book called Personified.

This project is called Back to the Future by Irina Werning. She recreates old photos beautifully with great attention to detail.

Sunday Reads

A few interesting articles I read this week:

Cannibals Seeking Same: A Visit To The Online World Of Flesh-Eaters

by Josh Kurp, The Awl, March 16th, 2011

This is what happened: A little over ten years ago, on March 9, 2001, 39-year-old Meiwes, a computer technician living in the German village of Wustefeld, brought home, had sex with and killed 44-year-old Brandes, a Berlin man who lived about 250 miles away. Meiwes then ate 44 pounds of his flesh over a period of ten months. While that may sound like murder, there’s something else that should be mentioned: Brandes wanted it all to happen.

Condemned to Joy: The Western cult of happiness is a mirthless enterprise.

by Pascal Bruckner,, Winter 2011

On August 21, 1670, Jacques Bossuet, the bishop of Meaux and official preacher to the court of Louis XIV, pronounced the eulogy for Princess Henrietta of England before the Prince of Condé. The Duchess of Orléans had died at 26 after drinking a glass of chicory that may have been poisoned. At the threshold of death, the young woman had called on priests rather than doctors, embraced the crucifix, asked for the holy sacraments, and cried out to God. The wonder of death, Bossuet exclaimed, citing Saint Anthony, was that “for the Christian, it does not put an end to life but rather to the sins and perils to which life is exposed. God abbreviates our temptations along with our days; he thus sets a limit to occasions that might cost us true, eternal life; for this world is nothing but our common exile.” The good death was a door opened on eternity, a passage to that “true, eternal life.” In this life, by contrast, agony was expected.

As Kindles Take Over, What Happens to Margin Notes?

The Atlantic, March 14, 2011

The opening salvo was a New York Times dispatch from Chicago’s Newberry Library, home to some of American arts and letters’ most important margin scribbles, tirades, and asides. Readers—famously among them Poe, Coleridge, and Jefferson—have long filled the precious real estate between the printed word and the edge of the page with their running commentary, and margins are a trove of insight for scholars and biographers. But Mark Twains of tomorrow, beware—the future of such “literary archaeology” in the Age of Kindle raises a number of questions about whether e-annotations will add value to paperless books or simply spew more ephemeral, unfiltered chatter to the digital world. Ink fixed on paper, fragile as it is, has a kind of permanence that bytes of data can’t claim.

A Charitable Rush, With Little Direction

by Stephanie Strom, March 15, 2011

Disasters, particularly those epic enough to earn round-the-clock news coverage, are a fast way to get donors to open their wallets. So it was no surprise when nonprofit groups, starting with the American Red Cross and moving down to small charities, scrambled to raise money to help the victims of the Japanese earthquake and tsunami.

But wealthy Japan is not impoverished Haiti. And many groups are raising money without really knowing how it will be spent — or even if it will be needed.

The Japanese Red Cross, for example, has said repeatedly since the day after the earthquake that it does not want or need outside assistance. But that has not stopped the American Red Cross from raising $34 million through Tuesday afternoon in the name of Japan’s disaster victims.

“Not” a Butt Plug

Andrés has a wish list on Amazon, which I looove. Makes gift giving easy & fun. I can still surprise him, but knowing I have the list to fall back on is great.

Lately, he’s started adding comments to each of the items. I started laughing out loud (at work) like a weirdo while reading these, so I though I’d share. PS: he has a birthday on April 14th! He’ll be like 400 so I’m getting him adult diapers, stool softeners, & red suspenders.



Irish Soda Bread

My mom has made this bread for as long as I can remember. To me, it tastes like childhood, like home.

I interpreted “cut an ‘X’ about a half inch deep” completely wrong & cut waaay too deep. So this bread looks crazy but tastes delicious. My mom, after I sent her a picture of it, said “…It is a bit different looking.” Hahaha


  • 2 1/2 cups of flour ( use use 1 cup of wheat and 1 1/2 cups of white)
  • 1 Tablespoon of sugar
  • 2 teaspoons of baking powder
  • 1/2 teaspoon of salt
  • 1/4 teaspoon of baking soda
  • 1 1/4 cups of buttermilk


Preheat oven to 375°.

Thoroughly combine flour, sugar, baking powder salt & baking soda in large bowl.

Stir in buttermilk to make a soft & sticky dough. Turn out onto a lightly floured surface.

Sprinkle about one tablespoon of flour on the dough. Dust your hands with flour. Knead the dough lightly three times.

Shape dough into a round loaf. Place on a greased baking sheet. Cut an “X” about 1/2 inch deep on the top with a sharp knife.

Bake 35 to 40 minutes or until golden brown.