William Gibson's Blog, page 10
April 15, 2009
FLORA
Plus telekenetic fauna. Sublimely Fortean Guccu commercial from Chris Cunningham.[image error]
April 14, 2009
I USE IT TO FIND LOST TREASURE
Mom always swore by the stuff .[image error]
April 10, 2009
FUN IN THE PARK, FUN AT THE BEACH!
"Fly that shit around." --Boomzilla[image error]
April 2, 2009
April 1, 2009
March 31, 2009
FUCKING HELL
I met these guys once, over a decade ago. The nicest, least pretentious, most down-to-earth mega-successful gallery artists I've ever met. They build all this stuff out of plastic bits from the hobby shop, melting and destroying it as they go along.
Basically they've been doing it since they were eight or nine years old. [image error]
Basically they've been doing it since they were eight or nine years old. [image error]
March 23, 2009
I FEEL AS THOUGH THE CARNIVAL HAS LEFT TOWN...
If you go out to the field where they set up, there's trampled grass, crumpled programs, pieces of popcorn, empty Lung-Kuro bottles, and, mysteriously, a paisely ascot, stained with some unspeakable and possibly reptilian ichor.
Mr. Womack and his fabulous Borgesian Book Show have moved on, taking the girl gangs of New York, the flat earthers, and the sex aliens with them.
Dang.
That was awesome. Thank you, Jack.
But we've made him his own set of keys, and look forward to him dropping in again, at
Mr. Womack and his fabulous Borgesian Book Show have moved on, taking the girl gangs of New York, the flat earthers, and the sex aliens with them.
Dang.
That was awesome. Thank you, Jack.
But we've made him his own set of keys, and look forward to him dropping in again, at
March 22, 2009
AND NOW WE RETURN TO THE STARLIGHT ROOM
[Guest-blogged by Jack Womack:]
I'd like to thank our generous host once again for giving me access to the keys to the place this past week. Having barely begun to even touch the surface of what is out there (or rather: in here), I shall return from time to time to proffer items and images from the Old Weird America and et alia.
Let us remember the eternal watchwords for our times:
"Once again, we have graphically illustrated the fact that we know very little about some aspects of human behavior."
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I'd like to thank our generous host once again for giving me access to the keys to the place this past week. Having barely begun to even touch the surface of what is out there (or rather: in here), I shall return from time to time to proffer items and images from the Old Weird America and et alia.
Let us remember the eternal watchwords for our times:
"Once again, we have graphically illustrated the fact that we know very little about some aspects of human behavior."
-
IF I HAD A RAZOR I'D CUT YOUR THROAT JUST TO SEE WHAT RAN OUT OF IT
[Guest-blogged by Jack Womack:]
It was late morning in early May, with the sun shining and the foothills fading in and out along the horizon. I parked the car.
The place was one of those big old houses with a coach house in the back surrounded by eucalyptus trees and white acacias. All I knew about my caller was that he needed to find out something about a redheaded woman, and did something in the Valley with aerojets. The woman's name was Thelema, as near as I could make out. Okie version of Thel
It was late morning in early May, with the sun shining and the foothills fading in and out along the horizon. I parked the car.
The place was one of those big old houses with a coach house in the back surrounded by eucalyptus trees and white acacias. All I knew about my caller was that he needed to find out something about a redheaded woman, and did something in the Valley with aerojets. The woman's name was Thelema, as near as I could make out. Okie version of Thel
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