Probablistic Plutonium Breeder Reactor Sketch

Design overview for a sculpture commission I am working on–a sculpture that is also a plutonium-producing (in unmeasurable amounts) breeder reactor. (Click image for full size)


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Protected: Measurement of emissions from Th and U-toned prints

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1980s Drug Education Kit.

Look at this neat valise (gallery below), worthy of Dr. Roberts or perhaps James “Weasel” Spagnola, the guitarist of the Electric Prunes who boasted of having a tackle box of different intoxicants, a veritable drug collection arranged by effect, sort of like a set of colored fly lures. Only, since all the drug “samples” are painstakingly fabricated fakes, at least from an aesthetic point of view, this ultimate placebo collection is more interesting than the Weasel’s buzz-fishing kit. It is indeed a piece of accidental sculpture worth of Damien Hirst.

Do you remember one from, uh, High School? A sheriff or counselor would come and give a talk while employing this helpful visual aid. By the time I made it to junior high, my school had stopped these sessions, perhaps concerned about the real effect of the education some of the students were taking away from the presentation. But the kit remained up in a otherwise empty glass cabinet in the Science classroom, and 13 year-old stoners would hover around it before class, no doubt salivating as though perusing a specialized genre of porn.

The one at my school was far cooler than this kit from the 1980s—it was made in the late 60s, apparently, and it looked considerably more vintage-scientific, sort of quaintly yellowed, but most of all the models were made with a bit more love and the names for the different types of faux-dope had a bit more atmosphere. But it was never taken out of its dusty cabinet.

Yet this one, manufactured by Healthco, in Waco, TX, with its exciting, very 80s day-glo design and new wave fonts on the first panel, is interesting in a number of ways. First of all, the cold, scientific, authoritative design of the 1960s kit has been replaced by one apparently created to engage the kids with a fun, contemporary look. Hey kids, c’mon, let’s learn how to become a dope-watcher. One can almost imagine a Go-Gos or Devo song bumping away in the background. Second, since it’s been about 25 years since the 80s, give or take…what? yes, it really has, deal with it…there are a lot of extinct species here that are never, or seldom seen today. Come to think of it, since this kit was doubtless conceived by squares, it was already behind the times in the early 80s, when it probably was designed. For example, who has ever encountered Meprobamate (Miltown—though they have both the brand and generic versions here) after 1980? Other drugs displayed went extinct during that period, for all intents and purposes, like the famous ‘lude, STP, compazine, dexedrine, and kicks like Desoxyn (pharmaceutical desoxymethylanphetamine, dontcha know). There are other dated anomalies, like a methadone tablet still called by its (trademarked, it suggests) Nazi name “dolophine” (after Adolf) and the conspicuous absence of Dust-off in the inhalants section. I’ll leave the rest for you to spot.—stuff that mostly only survives deep, deep in the back of your grandma’s medicine cabinet, probably as yellowing free samples. Whyncha go check next time you’re over there, and text me if you find anything. Or leave a comment.

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CAPTCHA Poem: Death & Taxes.

Death and Taxes

taxes Semper,
dumping right-wing Seemed quids.

Crunchy recognized Gerek Harvey, nevsky Wes—
The Excedrin battle pizzeria.
Five scattier, five seaward.

Many lades beveled that Swarm exercise.

heart Adjoined, Art infected–
Category fell.

In intergral.

Wiki page on CAPTCHA

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With Intent To Kill, and other faits divers.

1893 Murder Scrapbook Page.



NEXT: Mitchell’s Secret Still Unknown.


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Killed His Wife and Himself, and other occurences.


 

1893 Murder Scrapbook Page.

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My first and only one.

Misc. microinterview. By Anon.
 Past, present or future. Which do you think of most?

Lately, the past. A bit obsessively. I guess because as I get older, the past becomes bigger…and there is more to remember. And I feel the need to sort through it to kind of justify that I had a life and that I did worthwhile things, or at least fulfilling things. The future is a big blur of anxiety, and come to think of it, so is the present. No, that’s not totally true about the present…but often true.

I spent 6 weeks in Italy alone when I was 20, and I can’t believe that was me. Now I would not dare do that. It was so long ago… I guess it’s true that I’ll always have the memory… I’m glad I took photos, or I’d barely believe it was true. I still have the little tattoo I did when I was in Rome then. My first and only one. So that proves I was really there. I did it myself with Italian ink.

A propos, the Past is past. Does it exist?

Yes. We just have to trust that it exists.

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“Do you guys wanna EAT IT?”

Beach anxiety microinterview. By Anon.

I’m about sixteen years old. I am not a water-person; I don’t body-surf, and I’m scared of even little waves.  My sister and I were on the beach, and some older high school surfer boys we sort of knew had a huge rubber raft, with big tubular sides, almost like a boat.  Neither my sister nor I knew how to swim – we were dog-paddlers.  They invited us for a ride on the raft.  And I’m thinking NO WAY, I’m not getting on that thing that I just saw bouncing on the choppy waves.  But to impress these guys, we get in the raft, and I’m helplessly bobbing, and clutching onto the rubber that’s between me and the murky Pacific Ocean.  We’re heading out to sea, and the water’s so deep under me. And the surfer boys ask us, “Do you guys wanna EAT IT?” which I think means ‘would you like to capsize on purpose?’

I don’t give a shit now if it’s not cool to be screaming like a baby “Please Take Us Back!  Let Me Off!  I Wanna Go Back!  PLEEEAAASSE!”  I have never felt or acted so desperate.  And to this day, I thank God that I didn’t have to enter that chilly 15 feet of water, and that those guys decided to take us back to shore.  I don’t want to think about how I would’ve struggled to keep my head above it, my arms and legs swiping ineffectually.  I don’t think I would have made it.

All Beach Anxiety microinterviews (so far).
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A gigantic wave came from behind.

Beach anxiety microinterview. By Anon.

I’ve always been afraid of the ocean.  Perhaps this is why:  when I was maybe five or six, I was holding hands with my mother (my younger sister was holding her other hand) and we were walking with our backs to the ocean and onto the beach, after having chased a wave or something.  I was probably wearing my little pink checkered bikini, with the top that’s just a flat piece of material going across my chest.  And just then a gigantic wave came from behind and knocked me forward into the water.  The washing machine effect / pushing me down / open eyes / swirling sand / can’t breathe / where is mom’s hand?

At last…UP for air.   Sputtering.  Where were you, Mom?

All Beach Anxiety microinterviews (so far).
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The Continuous Present.

Misc. microinterview. By Anon.


Past, present or future. Which do you think of most?

I’m just waking up. Can we do the interview over the phone – but a little bit later?

No. So, which do you think about the most? 

Let’s go with present first.

Pick one and only one.

Present

OK.

My recording label and my best friend.

Do you remember when you first began to understand the word (“present”)?

Yes. During first LSD experience. Everything felt so NOW. I was 19. From that moment on, the past and future seemed much more defined. Gertrude Stein’s term for the tense she used when writing, “the continuous present” — That’s how everything felt and still feels. And will continue to feel. I had heard that term before the acid, and never fully understood it or wasn’t fully in it yet.


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Obits and Faits Divers.

1893 Murder Scrapbook Page.



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