This stop-motion video of animated graffiti, painted on the walls of Buenos Aires and Baden by an artist named Blu is nothing short of amazing. It’s fucking brilliant, really. It just keeps going, flowing and morphing.

[Link to video]

There’s this huge-ass dry-erase board in my newly-built office that I share with four other people. Together, with a cubicle buddy from back in the day, who is similarly graced with a fat-ass whiteboard, I have created a Flickr group dedicated to all things taking place on a dry-erase board.

“Dry Erase Yer’ Face” has only one rule. All images must consist of dry-erase markings on a whiteboard. It can be art, a cartoon, scribbles, notes, graphs, flowcharts or semi-realistic radioactive-orange vulvas—I don’t give a shit, as long as it’s dry-erase.

If you have access to a dry-erase board and a camera, join and post to the group today!

This afternoon, I went to the Japan Society’s exhibit, “Little Boy: The Arts of Japan’s Exploding Subculture“. While the twelve dollar admission was a little steep for the small show that it was, there’s always the argument that you can’t put a price on art. Money aside, the show was some seriously cool stuff. Focused on the otaku culture of manga, anime and big-eyed, bubblegum chicks with pink hair committing sex acts, the show was filled storyboards, figurines, plush dolls, costumes, painting and sculptures of every sort. Whole walls were devoted to “Hello Kitty“, “Mobile Suit Gundam” and Godzilla.

It was fascinating to see all this pop culture, much of it unheard of by me but still, quite a bit from my childhood. Seeing the storyboards for the anime films reminded me of the ridiculous amount of effort that goes into crafting these animations, only to be watched and left behind for the next new film. I’d have to say my favorite piece was a gigantic sculpture of a bright yellow, organic-shaped blob with a crown of ascending tentacles that looked like a cross between a tumor and a germ, called “Fresh Gasoline” by Noboru Tsubaki.

The high point was the rediscovery of my favorite movie from when I was somewhere around five or six, called “Ultraman” or “Urutaroman”. I must have seen it something over twenty times. Forgotten, until today. Ultraman is one bad motherfucker.

There’s a video going round of a german (or at least someone pretending to be) guy who, when inspired by a sausage festival, takes a big german sausage and stuffs it with the guts of a battery operated toy parrot that moves and repeats what the user says to it. The end result is the Cybernetic parrot sausage. Here’s a direct link to the movie.
Build one today.