I made a comment about “I learned about Peter Jackson by seeing Bad Taste at Melbourne’s Valhalla Cinema” a few posts back. Anyway, this turned up while doing some clean out. I’m sorry that the Loaded Dog Brochure didn’t photograph well. I should take a picture of the Loaded Dog Statue, which is something I’ve missed a few times.
I would have liked a picture with my arm around the Loaded Dog standing at the bar, which is something which will never happen since it is now apartments.
A couple of bits of trivia about the Loaded Dog, which was short story by Henry Lawson. Lawson was on one side of the old Australian $10 note, (right below). On the front was Francis Greenway, who was a convicted forger. Greenway was transported to Australia for forgery. I would also add that this note was supposedly one that was frequently counterfeited.
If anyone knows where the Dog Statue has gone to…
The stuff is 68% alcohol:
For some reason, I am the top post about this work, which kinda bugs me since I was hoping to actually see a picture of the thing (not bad anyway since it’s stashed away somewhere in the Museum of Modern Art in Brussels)
Anyway, it’s alsomentioned at Recherches en histoire de l’art contemporain in the post La métaphysique dans la sculpture de Jean Tinguely: Axes de recherche. Of course, it’s just mentioned since I think very few people have seen the thing in the past 21 years. My comment that “you push a button and the thing started moving and making noise” is about as erudite as you will get about the work for above reason.
But what do you expect from an artist who made a self destruction sculpture (Homage to New York, which you can sort of see in videos)?
The Personal Genome Project is looking for volunteers. This project could provide a massive free tool for scientists to further understanding of disease and human genetics.
Not much is in it for the participants other than an analysis of your DNA, but this information will also be available to the rest of the world, as anonymity is not guaranteed. participants will not have their name published, but studies have shown it is possible to work out someone’s identity from genetic databases. The website makes it clear that you may not benefit from this procedure.
It also makes clear that this data will be available to the public. But they want participants who are willing to publicly share their personal data for the greater good.
On the other hand, your information could help find a cure for a disease which may be considered incurable.
If you are interested contact one of these sites in your country:
I was having this metaphysical moment a while back when I realise that the speed of thought was the fastest. Not that I thought it was a particularly unique thought. Anyway, I found this from Thales:
τί τάχιστον; Νοῦς. Διὰ παντὸς γὰρ τρέχει.
“What is the fastest? The mind. It travels through everything.”
Actually, what really upsets me about this whole situation is that didn’t happen in the United Kingdom since it would be fun to say that she was as British as chicken tikka masala.
On the other hand, she is in the US which doesn’t have a deceptive national dish.
But, the US is supposed to be the melting pot, but that doesn’t seem to work for Desi culture. That’s a crying shame to me since I wish there were more Indian restaurants and it wasn’t so hard to find Dhansak on the menu when you do find one.
Even worse, when the reaction to a Desi Miss America is to provide a barrage of ignorance.
Which makes me wonder how you two feel being associated with that part of US society such that you have to hide your Desi identities?
Take an old movie serial, add a new voice over by the Firesign Theatre and you have some very funny stuff. In this case, the gun loon’s nightmare: Big Brother’s henchmen come for the last handgun on earth.
“To think people used to sleep with these things under their pillows.”