Somtimes beauty is okay for the sake of being beautiful.
I’m guessing Photoshop was involved with this image, if not somebody needs to stop feeding the sheep so much helium.
I took a photography class this summer. Sitting to my right in the lab was a thirty-something businessman, wedding ring on and briefcase by his side, gelled hair, and a…Salvador Dali mustache? What would prompt a so obviously normal-to-the-point-of-boring person to meticulously grow and then groom such an accessory? I stared at it for a semester but did not muster the courage to ask him why.
Since then, I’ve separately noticed two local restauranteurs’ seemingly neck-and-neck mustache growing competition and, with said recognition, a remembrance of their former place of business and its framed poster of stached-to-the-max Tom Selleck circa 1980. So what gives? Why am I noticing something I’ll never have the opportunity to obtain (theater makeup or testosterone injections notwithstanding)?
It seems I’m not the only one connecting to the facial hair phenomenon. A quick online search brought me to the World Beard and Moustache Championships, a biennial competition in which men with beards and mustaches “display lengthy, highly-styled facial hair” and where one can learn “everything you need to know about international facial hair competition!” It seems this group (and others like it) is about more than folical jollies–as contestants travel the world and can win thousands of dollars for out-staching the competition.
As it turns out, displaying one’s hair growing prowess is nothing new. Remember all those old, black and white photos of military men with varying degrees of facial hair from your history classes? Turns out the style of one’s stache was a direct correlation to his rank. The younger men and lower ranks had smaller, thinner mustaches, which they were permitted to grow thicker and fuller as their careers developed. Both Civil War Generals Robert E. Lee and Ulysses S. Grant had fully developed beards by 1865, a sure sign of their masculinity and strength–much more influential and intimidating than, say, rifles.
The cultural connotations go beyond the rigidity of the military, as mustaches have cultural connotations too. In the early twentieth century, comedian Charlie Chaplin created the iconic character, The Tramp, whose signature look included the toothbrush mustache. This stache is shaved on both sides, with whiskers remaining only directly under the lip, and was fashionable in the working-class men of the era in response to the more extravagant Kaiser mustaches of the wealthy.
What say you? You haven’t heard of the toothbrush? Okay. Let’s dig deeper. You may have heard of Adolf Hitler? Yeah, so has the rest of the world, heard and, unfortunately for Chaplin, seen Hitler’s stache. While Hitler’s attempt at world domination ultimately failed, his association with the toothbrush mustache forever made it the red-headed stepchild of facial hair. In fact, as recently as last year, comedian Richard Herring explored the cultural impacts of Hitler’s facial hair and its effect on Chaplin, popular culture, and politics in general in Hitler Moustache.
He says [along with this brand of mustache], “somehow, along with the name Adolf and the swastika, which was originally a Hindu symbol of peace, we’re not even allowed to have these things.” And he’s using comedy to attempt to diffuse what he considers Hitler’s ownership of these things. Seventy years later, no one wears the stache, so Herring has grown one out and walked the streets looking for reaction.
Artist Frida Kahlo used her mustache in her self-portraits, a unique and daring representation; essentially uglying herself up on the outside to show us how she felt on the inside. While she did have a stache, it was hardly as prominent as she made it seem in her work (same goes for her unibrow), but her over-emphasizing of facial hair as a tool to represent her power as a female stuck in a male-dominated industry with a more-prominent husband (Diego Rivera) is my personal favorite use of the mustache in popular culture.
Salvidor Dali loved his facial hair so much, he wrote a book exclusively on the subject. Dali’s Moustache is a collaboration between the eccentric, brilliant artist, his stache, and his friend, portrait photographer Philippe Halsman. It features 36 unique versions of his mustache, twisted and styled into visual storylines which are then buoyed along by an “interview” with Dali regarding the mustache.
Who knew there was so much history? At Glorious Mustache, one can learn all sorts of weird, yet true, stache facts. For example, “Scientific research, commissioned by the Guinness Brewing Company, found that the average mustachioed Guinness drinker traps a pint and a half of the creamy nectar every year.” Perhaps this is a reason for the mustache’s lack of popularity among Fraternity Brothers?
If I ever have another class with Mr. Mustachio’d Businessman, I won’t be silently wondering why he meticulously twists the ends of his stache into wiry spirals set in place with some form of wax product. I’ll take him out for a beer to discuss the how’s and why’s–and offer him a straw.
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I found the bear warning sign above the playground image on tumblr and decided to have some fun with it. So I then found an image of the image of The Most Interesting Man in the World and combined the two in a funnier picture, at least I think so. A bizarrebytes.com original, kind of…
What else needs to be said – some genius made the perfect junk food cupcake with mountain dew flavor icing and crushed Doritos chips as a topping. Gamers everywhere are rejoicing at their new dessert choice.
This episode of Mork & Mindy aired in November 1979 in which Mork tried out for and made the Pony Express (Denver Broncos Cheerleaders).
Synopsis: While dejected Mork is confessing to Mindy that he has lost another job, eighty Pony Express cheerleaders drop in at Remo’s deli. Impressed that the girls are paid to cheer up people, Mork asks for a job and they suggest that he apply at the Broncos’ headquarters. A couple of the cheerleaders even coach him in their routines.
Upon returning from Denver, Mork reports that his application was filed in a wastebasket. Mindy’s cousin, Nelson, takes up this case of sex discrimination as his election campaign platform, beginning by getting himself and Mork interviewed on television. Mork creates a high-altitude uproar when he joins the stunning women of the Denver Broncos’ Pony Express as pro football’s first male cheerleader and prances before 70,000 cheering fans in Denver’s Mile High Stadium.
Thank goodness for the Internet as it lets peoples’ weird ideas find a voice. Weird ideas such as the Tiny Hand project which you can find here. Their mission, it seems is to add a tiny hand to the arm of celebrities, politicians and notable people. With hilarious results. Thanks to zach vitale, james weinberg and bob o’connor for taking the time to create such wonderful nonsense!
kim jon il with tiny hand salute
kim kardashian brushes her hair back with her small hand
george clooney waves a tiny good-bye with his miniscule hand
mitt romney makes a small point with his tiny hand
bruce rocks on, albeit with a very tiny hand
beyonce shows off her pregnant belly with a teeny-tiny hand
Thanks to Noreen Hiskey at PicturetheRecipe.com. Her husband is a lucky man! Lasagna Rolls look delicious and now you have no excuse not to try them yourself!
This is a “Wait…what?” photograph. Take a second look and you will see she doesn’t actually have a foot for a hand, it is a simple illusion. Although having feet for hands would be pretty boss until you realized you really did need your thumbs a lot more than you thought. But hand stands would know be extremely easy for you.
I would say words fail me when seeing this family picture, but words like, fail, therapy, WTF and awkward all easily come to mind. Where it the “Where are they now” piece on this family. I am assuming the Family Bed was put into practice here. Yikes.
Yarnbombs, often called knitting graffiti or knitted tags, are spreading their colorful cheer to the world’s urban areas in what some are calling a less offensive, impermanent form of graffiti art. While traditional graffiti artists may feel that their work has been compromised by this new, softer form, the art itself can have a similar impact on those it reaches.
Yarnboming involves knitting or crocheting items that are used to tag anything around town, from lampposts to city benches to public art. The yarnbombs are left behind by the knitters themselves, who strategically place their art in public areas when no one is looking.
A yarnbomb can be as simple as a small swatch knitted around a handrail or as massive as a tree trunk cozy. Here are a few favorite examples from across the nation, and around the world:
While this is a large project for a knitting graffiti tag, it serves as a good example for this type of art. The project appears to have been worked on by several knitters who stitched their individual swatches or projects together around the phone booth to create the cozy. The artists have left a tag hanging from the project, which names the renegade knitting group, giving them credit for their art without revealing the individual members’ true identities.
Underground knitting artist, “M.E.G.,” founder of the group K1-D2 (knit one, drink two), created this “Purpole” to dress up an old signpost. M.E.G. likes to use her knit graffiti to give color and life to city objects that are no longer being used for what they were originally intended, such as an old signpost with no sign. The group K1-D2 was founded as members came together to knit projects to hang in the yards of friends in mourning, to provide cheer and support.
As rock cairns and knitted clothing are both prevalent in Ireland, this display in Connemara National Park seems entirely appropriate, adding a lot of color to a gray landscape.
Although this project might be beyond the realm of knitting graffiti (sculpture artist Carol Hummel entered the cozy in a public art competition, so it is not guerilla in nature), it seems worth mentioning anyway. The project took 500 hours to complete and was on display for three years.
Sculpture artist Carol Hummel oversaw this community project in which members added a macramé of color to the Steamboat Springs dump site. Again, in this example the crochet artists had permission to display their graffiti as public art, with the purpose of inspiring and bringing growth awareness to their community.
Also called the “military tank cozy,” this public art project was created by artist Marianne Joergensen and was displayed outside the Nikolaj Contemporary Art Museum. The tank is an old military combat tank from World War II, and the project was created for the purpose of protesting Danish involvement in the War in Iraq.
Jennifer Marsh is the artist behind this giant project, which covered an abandoned gas station in knit panels. Jennifer accepted knitted and crocheted panels from contributors around the world, stitching them together around the gas station in order to bring color and life to an abandoned building, while raising awareness about the world’s dependence on oil.
This community project served the dual purpose of providing both public art and needed beds for the local animal shelter. Members of the Fayetteville Stitch and Bitch and other local knitters were asked to hang large knitted and crocheted squares around the downtown area. After the squares were on display for a week or so, they were removed and donated to the animal shelter to provide comfort and warmth to the animals.
While there are many yarnbomb enthusiasts both inside and outside the knitting world and the art form currently is gathering a lot of support, some spectators find this type of graffiti art extremely wasteful. The above examples show how this guerilla art form is evolving into a one that can serves several important purposes, in addition to providing neighborhood cheer. But for many yarnbombers, putting a smile on the face of a stranger is reason enough.
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You can spend considerable time trawling through history books, magazine, and checking out websites to try to learn the truth about where the name hot dog came from and why.
The problem is that no one really knows; although there are plenty of people who insist they do know. There are too many variances on the stories and many really don’t make any sense, although there are a couple of excellent stories that sound pretty feasible. Even if they aren’t the truth, at least they make for fun reading, so here goes on a couple that seem to pop up every time anyone asks about the origin of the hot dog.
The first one is probably the most commonly heard about. Polo matches were a popular pastime in New York in the early 1900s and the people attending needed to eat, especially on freezing cold days. One food concessionaire, Harry Stevens, came up with a great idea to serve hot food, but the type that could be stored easily without taking up much room. He found that he could store hundreds of frankfurters and long bread rolls and because of the ingredients used in a frankfurter and the skin coating he could keep them warm for ages without them drying out.
He would slice open a warm roll, put a frankfurter inside and then sell them hot to customers. So we have the word hot, but not the word dog. Well rumour has it that there was a sports cartoonist that attended the polo matches. He saw what Harry Stevens was serving to the cold customers at the polo match and liked the look of it to a dachshund. He made cartoon drawings of the rolls with frankfurters in and, possibly because he couldn’t spell dachshund, called them hot dogs. The story sounds pretty feasible, but it’s best if you make up your mind.
Another story, which actually dates back further than the first story; in fact back to the late 1800s, comes from Chicago. Concessionaires would sell hot food to students from old wagons outside the dormitories. One of the types of food was a sausage in a roll and it became very popular. The students took to the idea of calling the food wagons, dog wagons. They supposedly did this because there were jokes going around the dorms suggesting that the meat used to make the sausages came from dogs. It was from that the name hot dog derived, but it’s suggested you take the story lightly.
Whatever the origins of the name hot dog, no one can dispute its popularity, particularly in New York. Factually, the dog in a hot dog is a frankfurter and the frankfurter did come from German origins. It is one of the most popular types of sausages across the world and indeed you can probably find hot dogs being sold in almost every country in the world.
At state fair’s and festivals, you’re sure to see a few hot dog stands as well as other concessions like snow cones & ice cream.
They certainly can’t be considered the most nutritious of foods, but they are great fun, taste good and are still relatively inexpensive. The hot dog may even be one of the first foods ever sold.
I love this high-class animated gif, called the cinemagraph. Here is one of my favorites. I could watch this sailing boat move across the waves for hours. And with the benefit of the cinemagraph, I can! See 10 more of the these cool moving pictures at the top 10 cinemagraphs.
I’ve been captivated by Jesco White ever since a friend gave me a copy of the underground documentary Dancing Outlaw five years ago. Jesco White isn’t just an outlaw and tap dancer; he’s also an Elvis impersonating drug addict with a deep Appalachian family history.
Jesco’s wife, Norma Jean White, provides a fitting description of Jesco in Dancing Outlaw: “Jessie can be three people: he can be Jessie, he can be Jesco, and he can be Elvis.” Jessie is the sweet man she fell in love with; Jesco is “The Devil in his self” who threatens to send her “to bed in a coffin”; and Elvis is Jesco’s alter ego.
Jesco White and his family live in the heart of Appalachia: Bandytown, Boone County, West Virginia. Jesco’s father, D. Ray White, was a regionally famous tap dancer known for his unique dancing styles. D. Ray White was tragically murdered in 1985, as chronicled in Dancing Outlaw. Jesco learned everything he knows about tap dancing from his father and he carries on his father’s traditions of Appalachian-style tap dancing, calling himself “the last mountain dancer.”
Although the White Family is also known for their rowdy behavior and run-ins with the law, Jesco’s family gained recognition and respect over the years because of D. Ray and Jesco’s tap dancing. Jesco was first recognized for his dancing by PBS’s “Different Drummer” series, and PBS then hired director Jacob Young to make the documentary Dancing Outlaw, which is just as much about D. Ray and the rest of the White family as it is about Jesco.
Jesco White gained a cult-status following as the “dancing outlaw” in 1991 after Jacob Young made his documentary about Jesco by the same name. The film covers five main topics in Jesco’s life: his rocky relationship with his significantly older wife; his life as an outlaw and drug addict; his father’s death; his hobby as an Elvis impersonator; and, of course, his tap-dancing. The film also covers his father’s tap-dancing and his family’s life in Appalachia.
Tom and Roseanne Arnold discovered Jesco through the Dancing Outlaw documentary and made plans with director Jacob Young to produce a sequel: Dancing Outlaw II: Jesco goes to Hollywood. Partially funded by Tom Arnold, the documentary chronicles Jesco’s trip to Hollywood to appear as a guest star on Roseanne.
In Dancing Outlaw II: Jesco goes to Hollywood, Jesco takes the first airplane flight of his life to Los Angeles. While there, Jesco dresses as Elvis and tap dances through the streets of Hollywood to a boombox, visits Elvis’s star on the Walk of Fame, and shops for Elvis memorabilia to add to his collection back home. The film covers Jesco’s appearance on Roseanne, which includes a short tap-dance. The end of the film focuses on Jesco’s swastika tattoo (received in jail), which Tom Arnold pays to have covered up at a local tattoo parlor. Jesco has been working on a career as a tap-dancing Elvis ever since.
Jesco White has gained quite a following since Dancing Outlaw was released nearly two decades ago. Jesco and the White family are the subject of two 2009 independent documentaries. Jesco has also been featured in several television documentaries and has been referred to in countless popular songs.
The Wild and Wonderful Whites of West Virginia is a documentary directed by Johnny Knoxville, focusing on the history of the White Family. The film premiered at the 2009 Tribeca Film Festival.
Dominic Murphy directed the documentary White Lightnin’ about tap dancing legend D. Ray White. This film premiered at the 2009 Sundance Film Festival.
Despite his popularity and cult following, Jesco seems to be just as misdirected as ever. In 2006, Jesco’s friends and fans held “Jesco-fest,” a celebration of his 50th birthday, the 15th anniversary of Dancing Outlaw, and a fundraiser to help raise money for his winter bills. In 2009, his wife Norma Jean passed away and he was arrested on drug distribution conspiracy charges.
Thanks to the original Dancing Outlaw documentary, the White family is not only legendary in West Virginia, but also continues to build a name for itself in cult-film circles worldwide. The 2009 documentaries show that the Whites have no intention of changing their outlaw ways, but they do intend to continue putting on a show.
Sheffy Bleier is an Israeli artist based in Jerusalem and she is best known for her use of animal organs in her artistic creations. Bleier is not unique as a “meat artist” however her use of the internal organs differentiates her from those artists who use cut and processed meat to evoke, quite literally, a visceral reaction.
Bleier’s interest in viscera came about during a visit to the local market where she found herself transfixed by a cow’s stomach (not that she knew what it was at the time). The impact this had upon her made her realize the link which is instinctively created not by what you see, but by your spirit and soul. The internal organs may be hidden but here is a deep seated connection – they are an essential part of life, without which nothing exists.
Bleier started her artistic mission to present the inner beauty of the body to our naked eyes. In her words, “To lend new form, content and place to things which, for me, touch upon philosophical ‘truth’.”
Bleier’s exhibits dangle from string in mute testimony to some unknown purpose which they served inside the animal (typically cow). The Organ Garden is guaranteed to make any man wince once the spherical objects suspended in a sac are identified; however it is not simply genitalia which Bleier uses.
The reference to life, particularly our use of living things used for our own sustenance is replete within her body of work. Bleier’s work takes us on a discovery of the “hidden”; the inner workings of the body in a way which Gunther von Hagen’s, “Bodyworks evades. Von Hagen’s commercially celebrated art exhibition featuring human skeletons and preserved organs in a variety of everyday situations from playing poker to making love, somehow miss the point. Von Hagen cosmeticizes and belittles the inner body for commercial titillation, whereas Bleier presents the raw, unadulterated organ which makes the onlooker think for the function.
The organs are naked but they are not raw meat, which is without any shape or form until the artist works it. Organs are already formed, which reduces the fear of that without shape, the so called “horror of the formless”. Instead, the unfamiliar forms provide the element of mystery and compel the observer to question not only what the organ function is, or how it performs its role, but to think of the beauty of something which is so alien and yet so intrinsically a part of us at the same time.
Bleier’s naked organs repel the observer, evocative of the “gizzards” concealed by our beautiful bodies and generally assigned to the medical waste bin of the slaughterhouse or butcher’s stall. In some instances, the organs presented do not appear to be fit for cat foods, but this belies the point – these organs serve a vital purpose in life.
Bleier plays with the concept of the exposing the concealed or the hidden; by turning some of the organs, such as the stomach, inside out the truly hidden interior of the unseen is itself exposed to the light.
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How will Andrew Schiff make it on his paltry $350,000 a year salary. Can’t we get a campaign together for him or at least pass around a hat for him. Won’t somebody please help the “poor” banker? FWP (first world problems) rarely get sympathy, they get laugh. And so will this FWP by Mr. Schiff.