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“The above fan trailer for the Avengers movie may cause seizures due to extreme over-awesomeness. It’s not because of the editing, or the music choices, or because it introduces all of the main Avengers through bits of their own movies first, but because the rest of the trailer contains every single second of Avengers footage released so far. It’s like a full minute and 15 seconds of pure Avengers movie footage, and it is fucking glorious.”

“An eerie silence hangs in the air. Even the wind seems to have died down to nothing. It’s dark inside the old factory, and cool in spite of the heat outside. Hundreds of molds and casts are stacked against the wall, over tables and on shelves, almost attractive in their ramshackle regularity. In contrast, the limbs, heads and bodies strewn around the dilapidated space are creepy – almost macabre – as if the stricken figures have been victims of dissection. Or butchery.”

(via Exploring the Remains of Spain’s Creepy Abandoned Doll Factory | Environmental Graffiti)

“This project proposes an underground vertical cemetery for Mexico City – a vision that takes into consideration the overpopulation, the scarcity of land, and the psychological and sensory experience of grieving. The ‘Tower for the Dead’ allows the family members of the deceased to be reborn, after a trip to the underworld, where they just buried their loved one.”

“Glossy magazines often contain a substance that has elevated levels of uranium and thorium. This means that reading one for various lengths of time slightly heightens your level of radiation exposure. Find out how much magazines like Playboy are poisoning your body, even if they’re not corrupting your mind and polluting your soul…”

“Are you questioning the five second rule for how long food can stay on the floor before it’s inedible? Well, don’t. That’s disgusting. But the important thing is that science has put the rule to the test! Find out just how gross you’ve been, over the years, and how much it matters.”

“You cannot find Privacy Club on the internet.

“Look for stencils on the sidewalks to find this week’s key to the encrypted directions — as usual, we’ve stashed them steganographically inside a photo posted in a 4Chan forum devoted to politicians having sex with donkeys.

“You cannot bring your mobile to Privacy Club. While you are at Privacy Club, we ask you to find a reasonable thing for your phone to be doing so that it appears you have gone to a place other than this meeting. Leave it on your desk at work; send it out to lunch around the corner. You must walk to Privacy Club or take public transit. When you do, put on a hat and avoid heavy CCTV zones. If you normally wear makeup, don’t. If you normally wear business clothes, dress like a punk. If you normally dress like a punk, put on a tie.

“If anybody finds out who we are or that we’ve met, you’ve just killed this cell of Privacy Club. See you there.”

“Renowned horror author John Shirley, pioneer of the splatterpunk genre, offers a few ideas about where human violence comes from — and it’s not violent entertainment.”

“Each exhibit is assembled from about 20 pneumatic elements that zip together to take up an area of roughly 1000 square meters. Once the completed structure is anchored, it can inflate into a dizzying network of labyrinthine paths and 10-meter-high domes in as little as 20 minutes.”

“This video is a musical record of over three years worth of Type Ia supernova bursts, which are caused when white dwarf stars explode. University of Victoria astronomer Alex Parker and UC Santa Barbara’s Melissa Graham assigned each blast an instrument and musical note depending on its properties. The result is the “Supernova Sonata.”“

“When Dr. Hans-Ulrich Niemitz introduces his paper on the “phantom time hypothesis”, he kindly asks his readers to be patient, benevolent, and open to radically new ideas, because his claims are highly unconventional. This is because his paper is suggesting three difficult-to-believe propositions: 1) Hundreds of years ago, our calendar was polluted with 297 years which never occurred; 2) this is not the year 2010, but rather 1713; and 3) The purveyors of this hypothesis are not crackpots.”

Mind. Blown.

“Many people think that out in the desert, there’s nothing to hear but the footsteps of camels, the panting of lost souls and the occasional ‘caw’ of a vulture. They’d be wrong. Sometimes, people walking along the top of a dune will hear a deep hum. As they walk further and further along it, the hum builds to a roar, with high-pitched ringing, like feedback on a microphone, building over it. It’s not a distant highway. It’s the singing sands.”

In this project, a DNA sample from William S. Burroughs will be isolated, amplified and shot into the nuclei of some cells.

1: Take a glob of William S. Burroughs’ preserved shit.

2: Isolate the DNA with a kit.

3: Make many, many copies of the DNA we extract.

4: Soak the DNA in gold dust.

5: Load the DNA dust into a genegun (a modified air pistol).

6: Fire the DNA dust into a mix of fresh sperm, blood and shit.

7: Call the genetically modified mix of blood, shit, and sperm a living bioart, a new media paint, a living cut-up literary device and/or a mutant sculpture.

“Earlier this week. James Earl Jones was coerced into reading Justin Bieber lyrics on national television. His bemused performance was strange enough, but then an intrepid YouTube remixer spliced his spoken word onto The Empire Strikes Back…”