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August 7, 2020

"The End" — Heather Phillipson

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Now playing in London's Trafalgar Square, this 31-foot-high statue of a cherry-topped dollop of whipped cream with a fly on it was unveiled eight days ago on July 30, 2020.

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The statue includes a working drone (below), which films the square below.

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Viewers can tune in to a feed of the video.

Fair warning: there goes the day.

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The work was originally set to premiere in March but on the day that installation was scheduled to begin, Britain went into lockdown.

Below, preparation for the unveiling (the sculptor is pictured above and below).

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New York Times story here.

August 7, 2020 at 04:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Overdosing on Choices


Some years ago Jim Sollisch, a writer in Cleveland, wrote a superb Op–Ed page essay for the Washington Post.

He cut to the heart of one of the things that creates an illusion of plenty but actually does the very opposite — the abundance of possibilities open to those in the First World.

In fact, as he pointed out very eloquently and succinctly, we usually lose when we choose.

We lose time, we lose patience, we lose interest.

Time, patience, and interest are prerequisites for a life that has value to its possessor.

Here's the piece.

Overdosing on Choices

I know this has happened to you.

You're (a) madly in love or (b) madly confused about love when a song comes on the radio with words that seem to be written not just about you but to you.

Suddenly the world makes sense.

You are not alone.

In the minutes that follow, you find yourself using words like Fate and Karma.

You have just experienced the random kindness of the universe, a phenomenon that's getting tougher to come by in this world of iPods and TiVo.

Take my teenage kids.

They love the word "random," possibly because so little in their lives is actually random.

Every song in their iPods, for example, was selected from their playlist.

Each song represents a choice.

They never listen to the radio — too random.

And it's not just kids.

Technology asks us to make countless trivial choices.

Pick your desktop background.

Program media sources to send you only the news you want.

Design the options packages on your car.

Click here to vote for your favorite (fill in the blank).

I want someone else to choose the options packages for my car. I want my news unfiltered.

I like to wander through bookstores.

Frankly, I'm insulted when Amazon thinks they know the next book I'll buy.

I don't even want to know the next book I'll buy until I find it.

I want less control over my life.

I am not the best person to design clothing or furniture.

Let someone else make the choices.

I'll do the buying.

There must be some other purpose for technology.

When did progress and success become tied to how many choices you get to make?

A few of my successful friends have recently built custom houses.

Which basically means they have made more than 400,000 relatively useless choices.

They have spent a year of their lives deciding which cupboard pull is the right one.

My house, built in 1922, came complete with cupboard pulls.

And the best part is someone else chose them.

Let's put this discussion into philosophical terms.

Let's assume that the number of choices a human being can reasonably make in a day is finite.

Then every trivial choice reduces your capacity or inclination to work on other choices, more important choices such as whom to vote for or which charity to donate money to or what to do with your life.

Don't get me wrong.

I'm no Luddite.

I just fear that technology is keeping us so busy controlling the minutiae of our lives that we have no time left over to devote to the things that really matter.

And that doesn't seem much like progress to me.

It has occurred to me that one of the reasons people like boj is precisely because of its seemingly random choice of subjects.

August 7, 2020 at 02:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)


This excellent 2016 film starts out as a typical action thriller, then quickly adds nuance and complexity.

Filmed in the French Alps, it's worth watching just for the spectacular scenery.

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You can visit this sign by going to Southwark, London: it's near Great Guildford Street.

According to locals, it's synonymous with "don't micturate here."

August 7, 2020 at 10:01 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Lotte High Blood Pressure Gum — "Everyday use blood pressure control chewing gum"


From the website:

Expecting a chewing gum to help lower your blood pressure might sound like a lot but Lotte High Blood Pressure Gum promises to help fight this health condition.

Through the use of an ingredient called monoglucosyl hesperidin, which is glucose added to fruit polyphenols, this gum can help build up a defense mechanism against hypertension and the problems that go with it.

With ingredients coming from fruit extracts (and flower extracts for coloring) and a pleasant mint taste, Lotte High Blood Pressure Gum can become your everyday companion.

Each 5-ounce bottle lasts for quite some time, too!

Of course, you need to make more changes to your lifestyle — and your doctor will help you determine which ones* — but a few pieces of this gum every day will also help!


Features and Details:

• No allergens

• Energy per piece: 2.6 kcal

• Ingredients: monoglucosyl hesperidin, xylitol, natural colorings (gardenia and safflower)

• Instructions: Japanese (but easy to understand**)



*Vexed I hadn't come across this product before I recently shipped specialized medical instrumentation to a reader in Atlanta's southern suburbs

**If you're named Luke

August 7, 2020 at 08:01 AM | Permalink | Comments (2)

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