This isn’t the first time Harbin has been caught doing the dance on camera.
“I guess it’s the yin and yang of my personality, what I do,” Harbin said. “It’s about the kids and the families, letting them know I’m approachable. I like to see the smiles and the shock on their faces.”
Joep van Lieshout's CasAnus, a hotel shaped like a bunghole in the middle of a field in Belgium
Everyone loves hotels. There’s more to it than fresh towels, complimentary mints, and that preview screen for the porn channel. When we enter a hotel room and close the door, there’s a sense of calm that can’t be recreated anywhere else, the understanding that we’re finally out of the filth of our everyday existence. We are living, at least for the night, in a clean, well-lighted place.
This brings us to the anus hotel. More specifically, the Atelier Van Lieshout, CasAnus, 2007, a conceptual one-room hotel made by Dutch artist Joep van Lieshout. The hotel lets its visitors fulfill their lifelong dreams of curling up to sleep in a giant butthole.
Located on a small Belgian island halfway between Antwerp and Ghent, the anus hotel sits alone in the middle of a field, originally commissioned as part of the 30-acre Verbeke Foundation Sculpture Park, the private collection of Geert and Carla Verbeke-Lens. While visiting the park, guests often shack up in the anus, which only sets you back a paltry $165 a night, a small price to pay to hit the hay in a huge ham flower.
Anus Hotel guests will enjoy a double bed, shower, and central heating. The CasAnus series also includes a bar called the BarRectum, which is shaped like a giant intestine. I wanted to know what the hell was going on with this guy, so I recently spoke to Joep to hear more about why he decided to make a giant anus hotel in the middle of a field.
Is the anus anatomically accurate?
While CasAnus is anatomically correct, the last part of the large intestine has been inflated to a humongous size to hold a hotel room.
Wow. How did you build it? What materials is it made out of?
We built it in our workshop, Atelier Van Lieshout, and then had it installed on site. It’s made of wood, PU foam, and covered with a naturalistic colored layer of fiberglass-reinforced polyester. This material is our studio’s trademark.
How long did it take to build the anus?
Only a few months. The studio is quite used to working on large-scale projects and commissions. This summer, we built a 40-foot-high steel structure that combined an artwork, a blast furnace, and a dwelling. We’ve also made a human-powered sawmill/milking machine and cheese factory, and many other artworks.
How has the critical and public reaction to the CasAnus been?
The response has been overwhelmingly positive. Guests love to stay inside a piece of art, especially one in such an isolated, quiet location. It’s still a darling of the press even eight years after the project was completed.
How many people stay inside the hotel every year?
Anywhere between 200 and 250 people.
And what about the BarRectum, which is part of the same series?
The BarRectum is quite similar in idea to the CasAnus, except that it contains a bar instead of a hotel room and has a number of hatches which can be opened to serve drinks. It still belongs to Atelier Van Lieshout and has been exhibited worldwide, always serving as a bar at the same time.
Do you have any regrets about building a giant anus in the middle of a field?
Yes—not keeping it for ourselves!
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An alarm clock by the bed reads 4:00 AM. A sweating DAD bolts upright in bed, gasping.
DAD: I DON’T HAVE ENOUGH BOOKS ABOUT WINSTON CHURCHILL.
He glances at his bookshelves.
DAD: Wait. Yes I do.
He sinks back down gratefully.
A sleeping DAD is taking a road trip to an unclear destination. On the way he stops by an unfamiliar Starbucks, where the baristas do not know his name or his usual order, and they are out of world music CDs.
Someone has moved that paper. You know that paper. The paper that was just here. The special paper you needed but didn’t tell anyone not to move that was near the briefcase by the phone, just a minute ago.
The kitchen was finished. The basement never was.
A genie appears and tells your father that he can bring any U.S. President back from the dead for a single day. He’s overcome. He panics. The only name he can think of is Woodrow Wilson.
“Wait,” he says, as the genie snaps his fingers and disappears. “Wait, I didn’t mean it. I meant — I meant Teddy. I meant Teddy Roosevelt. I meant to say Teddy Roosevelt.”
Woodrow Wilson makes him listen to every one of the Fourteen Points before asking if he could get a ride to the library.
When he made it out to the driveway, everyone else was already in the car. “Come on,” they said in unison. “We’ve been waiting for you. We’re all ready to go.”
She was already in the driver’s seat, seatbelt on and everything. “I thought I’d drive today,” she said brightly, as if she was commenting about the weather or something equally harmless. “You can sit in the passenger seat.”
"PANTIES. PANTIES. PANTIES," the crowd chanted.
Today in vintage sleaze we have Dormitory Women by R.V. Cassill. This Lesbian pulp fiction has all of the ingrediants: bad girls, murder, sexual assault, revenge, and for extra fun, an asylum. I am fascinated by the old pulp fiction covers. They just don’t do book covers like this anymore. These pulp fiction books are always fascinating. Just the stuff for cold winter reading.
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was he trying to tickle kerry's armpit??
It was such a pleasure finally meeting Buz Ras of Seattle Speedometer at The One Motorcycle Show in Portland, Oregon a couple weeks ago. Buz is the go-to guy when it comes to custom gauges, with many of the best builders out there tapping his shop, because the design, quality, and finish are top notch. For me, seeing the 12 custom speedos that he did for The One Show blew my mind. Lined up on his tidy table like little soldiers, each one was a beautiful work of art. I wanted to buy one on the spot, but they were all CB (Honda) speedos, great for display because of their big faces that really show-off his incredible work. After a couple drinks, a few hugs, and many laughs later we headed over to Sassy’s across from The One Show and kept the good times lubricated while we shot the shit about what he does.
TSY: So Buz, I’m not the sharpest knife in the drawer– but I couldn’t help noticing at The One Motorcycle Show that you are one tall drink of water, brother. I mean, how the fuck are you 6″10″ and allowed to profess that you hate sports? Ain’t nobody got time for that! Did they just tear your poor Dad up?
SS: My dad was an amazing basketball player in school, won awards. I played basketball for one season in high school. Fouled out of every game, and got ejected from 8 games. After that I decided I was not a sports guy. I kinda regret not pursuing it more because I could have made a ton of money with very little effort, but there’s no going back now…
TSY: (That’s what she said, Buz.) So have you always been a motorhead, Buz? Was this a natural career path for you, or did you just kinda fall into it?
SS: I’ve always loved motorized things. Taking stuff apart, seeing how it worked. I was going to go to college to be an engineer but I quickly learned its 95% paperwork, 5% actual building. So, I ended up with a degree in anthropology.
TSY: This is so interesting for me, because I’ve always been drawn to speedometers since I was a little kid. I remember walking up to cars and bikes and going straight to the speedo to get the critical 411. And I’d be so matter-of-fact in stating, “Yes, this Mercury Bobcat will do 150 mph. I know because it says so on the speedometer right there!” Funny, doesn’t quite work like that, but as a kid…. Anyway, how do you go from anthropology to speedometers?
SS: When I was going to school I needed a job. A friend told me about a shop that worked on vintage cars that needed help. So I called them and got the job. They rebuilt American car gauges, that’s how I got started. I really fell in love with the craftsmanship of old gauges and the appeal of tiny things under glass that no one can get to. They are such a Rube Goldberg contraption. A hair spring here, a counter weighted cup there; and in the end it’s all very useful. There is also something very satisfying about repairing something and making it look beautiful. It’s a very fulfilling job, I love it.
Seattle Speedometer x Stevie Gee, UK – steviegee.com
TSY: Yes, I get it. In today’s super-disposable society, it’s rich to have true quality and craft in life. So, when working with clients do you prefer having creative freedom with designs, or fulfilling someone’s specific vision?
SS: I like both. It’s cool when someone has an idea and you can say “yes, we can build that!” I always end up adjusting things how I want them but I always try to keep the customer’s idea and vision at the forefront.
TSY: So what can someone expect to pay for one of your a custom speedos?
SS: That depends how crazy a design they are after. Usually they fall between $200-$500.
TSY: For a gauge that is completely custom assembled, designed and a piece of art– I’d totally pay that. What is one of your more memorable projects?
SS: I like 1950s and ’60s European sports cars. Awhile back I did a set of gauges for a 1955 Aston Martin DB3 S race car, that thing was awesome!!
TSY: Yeah, your vintage Porsche-inspired motorcycle speedos are sick. So, tell me the craziest or weirdest project that’s come your way?
SS: The craziest gauges are probably the ones we built with Pen and Screen Printing Co. for The One Motorcycle Show. Some of those are pretty nuts!
Seattle Speedometer x Kurt Walter, Portland, OR — Design Director for rideicon.com
TSY: Like, amazeball nuts, Buz! So who are some of the coolest people you’ve worked with and why?
SS: One of the cooler people we worked with was Walt Siegl. We built a custom-faced Motogadget for him then flew to NY and hung out and talked. Such a nice guy and zero ego. I’ve also met a ton of new builders lately and Im excited to work with all of them.
TSY: You’re so right about Walt. I’ve had the honor of meeting him a few times, and he’s pure class and handsome as hell. He has this centered, confident calm about him that makes you feel this sort of reverence in his presence. We all know how talented he is, and even the biggest jackasses totally cool it when Walt is around. They’ll literally say, “Shit man, that’s Walt. Be cool, bro.” Anyway– Any new projects / ventures on the horizon?
SS: We have a ton of stuff in the works. Unfortunately it’s for bikes being built under contract so we are not allowed to talk about them. But, my wife and I are putting together a clothing line which I think is going to be amazing, so stay tuned!
TSY: That’s exciting, man. I won’t spill the beans… So when you’re not working, what do you love to do?
SS: I’m not a super crazy guy. I really like hanging out with my family, towing our dirt bikes around with our 68 VW bus. There are some pretty amazing spots to bike and camp around here.
TSY: Come on out to Pennsylvania, my friend. I’ll take you camping. Buz, so what do you ride? I mean– you’re so goddam big, man. Do you have a bike for each ass cheek?
SS: Ha! I just bought a ’72 Yamaha dt250 that I’m pretty excited about. My usual bike is a ’78 Ducati 900 with an aluminum Imola tank. I’ve got a fleet of old Italian bikes, most of them not running..haha!
Seattle Speedometer x Johnny Swing, Brookline VT – johnnyswing.com
Seattle Speedometer x Bob Hansen of Portland, OR – Puddle Cutters Moped Gang
Seattle Speedometer x Brent Wick of Portland, OR – heavyscene.com
AMY YOUR FOOD PICTURES MAKE ME WANT TO PUKE
Submitter: I found the following children’s biography at my local library. To me it seems very out of date. I asked a few kids and no one knew of Diana Ross. Hmmm? The book was published in 1996. Too old to still be relevant? There was a timeline in the back that only goes up to 1994. A quick search of Wikipedia shows many other events that happened after the publication of this book. I am no longer a public librarian. Still, I would have to think this is out of date?
Holly: In a word, yes. Here in the Detroit area, we simply must have a good Diana Ross biography! This reminds me of the time I bought a Supremes greatest hits type of CD for the library, and as it turned out it was – as Mary called it – the “wrong” Supremes. Apparently that particular greatest hits album was created after Diana Ross left the band. She will never let me live down buying “the wrong Supremes.” Imagine what she’d do if she found this old, old biography in a public library? Her story continues, my friends, and there Ain’t No Mountain High Enough to keep me from weeding this one. (See what I did there?)
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Did I wish this into existence with some kind of weird black magic juju? Hold me, I’m scared! Literally a week ago, I casually mentioned that Lindsay Lohan and Damian’s mini-Mean Girls reunion was nothing without bad-ass M.C. Kevin Gnapoor (birth name: Rajiv Surendra, but I think we can all agree he should just do the world a favor and legally change it to Kevin G), and then this morning Blohan posts this picture of the three of them to Instagram with the hashtags: #youcantsitwithus and #soquiche.
So not only did Linds grant my wish of seeing Kevin Gnapoor and the power and the glory that is his hair (it looks like a basket of tiny sleeping black lab puppies), but she also threw in a Ja’mie: Private School Girl reference? Did my heart just melt a bit for Blohan? Do I like Blohan now? WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING, YOU GUYS??
(Pic: Lindsay Lohan)
Valentine’s Day In The Civil War
The sending of Valentine’s Day cards, a tradition that is thought to have begun more than 20 years before Christopher Columbus went searching for America.
This Civil War-era Valentine features a portrait of General I.B. “The Fighting Duck” Richardson, a major general in the Union Army. This war-time Valentine envelope was postmarked Washington, D.C., of course.
So you open up your valentine and there’s General Richardson, because romance
Nobody said a word.
Mrs. Gorf laughed and placed the three apples on her desk.
Stephen started to cry. He couldn’t help it. He was scared.
Todd really tried to be good. He knew that if he talked one more time, Mrs. Jewls would circle his name. Then he’d have to go home early, at twelve o’clock, on the kindergarten bus, just as he had the day before and the day before that. In fact, there hadn’t been a day that Todd didn’t get sent home early.
Todd wasn’t really bad. He just always got caught.
Dr. Pickle was a psychiatrist. He had thick eyebrows and wore tiny glasses. He had a small beard on the tip of his pointed chin.
A psychiatrist is a doctor who doesn’t cure people with sick bodies. He cures people with sick minds.
Although Dr. Pickle had a pretty sick mind himself…
Eventually Dr. Pickle was caught, and he was no longer allowed to practice psychiatry. So he had to find another job.
He became a counselor at an elementary school.
“If I was married to Mrs. Gorf,” said Jason, “I’d be glad she never came home. He should thank us.”
“Hello, Mommy,” Mr. Gorf said into the phone, using Rondi’s voice. “No, nothing’s wrong. I just called to say I hate you! You’re the worst mother in the whole world. You’re ugly and you smell bad! It’s not fair: out of all the mommies in the world, I got stuck with you!”
He hung up the phone.
Rondi sat crying in her chair.
Mr. Gorf touched his nose. “Isn’t this a good game?” he asked. “Rondi is crying. And at home, her mother is crying too.” He laughed. “Too bad you won’t ever be able to tell her you’re sorry.”
She hated children the most. Every time she passed a playground, she heard them laughing and having fun.
So she became a substitute teacher.
Mrs. Jewls held her nose, walked up to Sammy, and removed his raincoat. She threw it out the window. But he had on still another one.
Sammy hissed. “Hey, old windbag, watch where you throw my good clothes!”
Mrs. Jewls put a check next to Sammy’s name on the blackboard. Then she took off another raincoat and threw it out the window. The smell got worse, for he had on still another one.
Sammy began to laugh. His horrible laugh was even worse than his horrible voice.
When Sammy first came into the room, he was four feet tall. But after Mrs. Jewls removed six of his raincoats, he was only three feet tall. And there were still more raincoats to go.
Mrs. Jewls circled his name and removed another coat. She threw it out the window. Then she put a triangle around the circle and threw another one of his coats outside. She kept doing this until Sammy was only one-and-a-half feet high. With every coat she took off, Sammy’s laugh got louder and the smell got worse.
Some of the children held their ears. Others could hold only one ear because they were holding their nose with the other hand. It was hard to say which was worse, the laugh or the smell.
Sammy stopped laughing and said, “Hey, old windbag, if you take off one more of my coats and throw it out the window, I’ll bite your head off.”
“They smell too bad for me to allow them in my classroom,” said Mrs. Jewls. “You can pick them up when you leave.”
“They smell better than you do, Pighead!” Sammy shouted.
Mrs. Jewls didn’t stop. She took off another one of his coats, then another, and another. Sammy was only four inches tall, three inches tall, two inches tall. At last she removed the final coat.
All that was there was a dead rat.
“Well, I don’t allow dead rats in my classroom,” said Mrs. Jewls. She picked it up by the tail, put it in a plastic bag, and threw it away.
Mrs. Jewls didn’t allow dead rats in her class. Todd once brought in a dead rat for show-and-tell, and Mrs. Jewls made him throw that one away, too.
“I’m glad Sammy isn’t allowed in our classroom,” said Rondi. “I didn’t like him very much.”
“Yes,” said Mrs. Jewls, “we caught another one.”
Construction workers digging in Seattle's south Lake Union area have found a tusk from an Woolly Mammoth, according to the Burke Museum of Natural History and Culture.
Q13 FOX reported:
"Burke Museum paleontologists have examined the fossil and we are confident that it represents a tusk from an ice age mammoth," Christian Sidor, the museum's curator of vertebrate paleontology, said later that day.
"Because the fossil is on private property and does not seem to be associated with an archaeological site, it is up to the landowner to decide what they would like to do with the tusk," Sidor said. "We are happy to excavate the fossil if the landowner would like to take that step."
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Buckley, the Nigerian dwarf goat, showing off a bit during part of his agility training. Just check out that nimble hoofwork.
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Of the many questions facing Seth Meyers on the eve of taking over Late Night, "How does one top the Roots?" was maybe the hardest to answer. On Twitter, earlier today, Meyers revealed his plan and it's a pretty great one. According to Meyers, Fred Armisen "will curate and lead the band, and continue to run it even when he's off shooting Portlandia." The news has been confirmed by NBC PR. Considering Meyers and Armisen spent many years at SNL together, including during Armisen's many character bits on "Weekend Update," hopefully this will mean Armisen will also act as the show's sidekick — like a hipster Paul Shaffer. It's also good to know that if Armisen doesn't prepare one night, he could bring Kristen Wiig on and the two can just wing it.
Update: The band will also include Les Savy Fav's Seth Jabour and Syd Butler on guitar and bass, respectively; Girls Against Boys' Eli Janney on keyboard; and session drummer Kimberly Thompson, who's worked for artists like Beyoncé.
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After hurting his back, Beck is back. We've already heard "Blue Moon," and now we have another lush yet understated ballad, "Waking Light." His new album, Morning Phase, is being called a tonal sequel of sorts to the sad-Beck masterpiece Sea Change, and you can hear that here. The album comes out on February 25. Good thing winter's not ending anytime soon, because this record seems perfect for it.
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maybe i'm okay with this? i don't know.
AMC announced today that Seth Rogen and Evan Goldberg officially will be writing and executive producing Preacher, an adaptation of the celebrated Garth Ennis and Steve Dillon graphic novel series. The deal was rumored last fall, but finally came through today. Preacher tells the story of Jesse Custer, a Texas preacher who is accidentally possessed by a creature named Genesis, which is what happens when an angel and demon get together. As a result, Custer is composed of pure evil and pure goodness, making him possibly the most powerful being in existence — more powerful than God. With the help of a vampire and his marksman ex-girlfriend, Custer goes on a mission to find God, who had recently abandoned heaven, Custer goes on a mission to find God, who had recently abandoned heaven. Sounds pretty intense. But don’t worry, in Rogen and Goldberg’s adaptation, he’ll sometimes use his power to create super-potent weed that makes him like crazy high.
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UMASS Amherst alums who have landed in Boston, rejoice: Antonio's Pizza is coming, Boston.com's Restaurant Hub blog reports. The location and a timeline haven't been announced yet, so stay tuned for more details.
The pizza shop also has locations in Easthampton, Providence, College Station (in Texas), and Champaign (in Illinois), and Worcester and Lowell locations are on the way in addition to the mystery Boston location. Antonio's is known for its slightly over-the-top slices, with options like spicy chicken quesadilla and barbecue steak burrito.
· Amherst favorite Antonio's Pizza will open in Boston [Boston.com]
· Antonio's Pizza [Official Site]
THE EIGHT KINDES OF DRUNKENNES
The first is ape drunke; and he leapes, and singes, and hollowes, and danceth for the heavens;
The second is lion drunke; and he flings the pots about the house, calls his hostesse whore, breakes the glasse windowes with his dagger, and is apt to quarrell with anie man that speaks to him;
The third is swine drunke; heavie, lumpish, and sleepie, and cries for a little more drinke, and a fewe more cloathes;
The fourth is sheepe drunk; wise in his conceipt, when he cannot bring foorth a right word;
The fifth is mawdlen drunke; when a fellowe will weepe for kindnes in the midst of ale, and kisse you, saying, "By God, captaine, I love thee. Goe thy wayes; thou dost not thinke so often of me as I doo thee; I would (if it pleased God) I could not love thee as well as I doo;" and then he puts his finger in his eye, and cryes;
The sixt is Martin drunke; when a man is drunke, and drinkes himselfe sober ere he stirre;
The seventh is goate drunke; when, in his drunkennes, he hath no minde but on lecherie;
The eighth is fox drunke—when he is craftie drunke, as manie of the Dutchmen bee, that will never bargaine but when they are drunke.