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Wednesday, March 29, 2021

birthing technique
I didn’t want to post this picture of Daniel Edwards’ “Monument to Pro-Life: The Birth of Sean Preston”, currently on display at Brooklyn’s Capla Kesting Fine Art gallery. Honestly, I didn’t.

But this sculpted likeness of a nude and pregnant Britney Spears, which is causing the predictable stir, just would not leave my mind. Maybe it was the puzzling inclusion of the bearskin rug. Or my curiosity about just how much anatomical detail was included on the backside, i.e. “action”, portion of this sculpture…

By the time evening fell, I was practically compelled to upload it. And so I did.

I get a kick out of Edwards’ apparently non-ironic intentions:

Edwards, whose sculpture of Ted Williams’ decapitated head — which was frozen in the hope that medical science could one day revive the baseball great — stirred up an artistic storm, said the sculpture of Spears was a “new take on pro-life.”

“Pro-lifers normally promote bloody images of abortion. This is the image of birth,” he said.

When Edwards was asked why he creates art that generates publicity by selecting subjects hyped in the media, he said: “You’re bombarded with these stories. And there’s a thread that winds back to the art. That’s not a bad thing. People are interested in these topics, and it works for art as well.”

If it’s really a genuine demonstration of pro-life support, it’s avant-garde enough to make the mainstream anti-abortionists nerve-wrackingly suspicious. So if nothing else, Edwards has accomplished that.

by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 03/29/2006 08:48:52 PM
Category: Celebrity, Creative, Political
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Stealth partying has reached its apogee with event-planned house parties, staged undercover-style in warehouse lofts throughout the five boroughs.

To avoid leaving a paper trail, almost none of the loft-party organizers print fliers. Some declined to speak in detail for this article for fear of exposure. Secrecy, they said, is both their best defense and their biggest draw.

Advertised through online Listservs, Web sites like MySpace.com and word of mouth, the house parties are open to anyone who unearths the secret address and is willing to pay the $5 to $15 cover charges.

They include rock shows, performance art and D.J.-fueled discos.

I have yet to score an invite to one of these illicit pajamy-jams — “yet” representing a perhaps too-hopeful assumption. I’m not about to go trolling through Craigslist’s events listing to discover one. But if anyone has the insider scoop, clue me in.

by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 03/29/2006 08:08:46 PM
Category: New Yorkin', Society
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activate!
A couple of days ago, I was clowning around with my little cousin, James. He started throwing his little fist into the air in front of me, and I started doing the same toward him. As our clenched fists made contact, I said to him, “Wonder Twin powers, activate!”

He looked at me quizzically, as though I were speaking Chinese.

And it occurred to me: This soon-to-be five-year-old had no earthly clue who Zan and Jayna were. Nor has he ever marveled at the spectacular fashion by which the Twins would prime their transformative powers, just to wind up with lame water-animal combinations that invariably needed Gleek the Wonder Monkey’s participation to be at all effective.

I guess this GenX-beloved catchphrase is fading into pop-cultural oblivion. I’m not sure if I envy or pity young James.

by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 03/29/2006 06:18:38 PM
Category: Pop Culture, TV
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If you were to come upon a business establishment named “CUM Books”… Well, you could make some pretty safe assumptions about what sort of books you’d find inside.

Except, if said establishment was in Johannesburg, you’d be wrong. Because CUM Books is a leading Christian bookstore chain in South Africa. So take that, sinner.

Why would a Bible-pushing business opt for such an unfortunate name? Apparently, the South African national character has a thing about indiscriminate linguistic and cultural labels.

by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 03/29/2006 05:33:12 PM
Category: Society
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Nothing like going grocery shopping and coming across a DVD of The Falcon and the Snowman in a bargain bin. Five bucks later, it’s sitting on my coffee table for future viewing one late night.

Believable political/espionage thrillers are rare, and I have little patience for hokey or stylized ones. Falcon is one of the rarities, no doubt aided by its basis in actual events. It managed to capture Cold War tensions and the gritty political/cultural landscape of the mid-1970s almost perfectly. The performances, led by Timothy Hutton and Sean Penn, brought the whole thing home.

I don’t buy many DVDs, but I couldn’t resist this one. Despite the lack of extra features on this disc, it’s well worth the space it’ll take up on the shelf.

by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 03/29/2006 02:56:40 PM
Category: Movies
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That Red Bull and vodka sure is tasty. But the liquid equivalent of a speedball can also zonk you out hard: The stimulant effect of the energy drink masks the symptoms of intoxication, leading to overindulgence.

I’d think that any caffeinated drink mixer, like Coke, would have a similar effect. After all, you’re still combining stimulant (cola) and depressant (alcohol). I guess the extra kick in energy drinks is what pushes things over the edge.

I suppose if you want to avoid the ill effects, you could go for caffeine-free Coke and non-alcoholic vodka. But then, all you’re left with is the damned taste…

(Via Signifying Nothing)

by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 03/29/2006 02:29:54 PM
Category: Food, Science
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