We are already on record about our affection for Brooklyn artist Mac Premo’s work-in-progress The Dumpster Project. Why do we dig it so? Great images, great storytelling. More thumbs up for this sharp funny video explaining what Primo is up to. His quick recap:
1. I have archived much of my life through collected objects. 2. I am moving to a smaller studio, making it necessary that I get rid of a lot of these objects. 3. I will do so by using them as the raw material for one enormous collage you can literally walk inside of, created inside a 30-yard dumpster. 4. Oh, before I build that thing, I am going to catalogue around 500 of these objects by photographing them and recording a few words about its history.
Meet The One Prepubescent Boy Who Doesn’t Like Internet Porn.
From a 90’s instructional video titled The Internet and Street Smarts:
Cathy: “Is something bothering you?” Tom: “Sort of.” Cathy: “Like what?” Tom: “It’s not easy for me to talk about.” Cathy: “What?” Tom: “I was surfing the net last night and some things came up that made me feel really lousy.”
A bit long for a web video, but so worth it. The perfectly flat, dry Midwestern delivery, and of course, the majestic hockey hair. So settle in and watch. Our pal, the Minneapolis-based journalist Steve Marsh, passed this along, and his description was so much better than we could muster, so here’s Steve:
"Hockey is such a violent, sweaty, foul-smelling sport (I’ve always wondered about the alien microbiology of the rink locker room) that it obliterates almost any trace of glamour, and this aw shucks northern humility ends up as the default posture. But they’re still beautiful Adonis athlete dudes, and they need an outlet for some kind of macho rooster dandyism, so they end up expressing themselves through these ridiculous demode manes."
In the summer of 1964, President Lyndon Johnson had a problem. It involved his pants: “The crotch, down where your nuts hang, is always a little too tight,” he explained to the guy who’d made the pants for him. “See if you can’t leave me about an inch from where the zipper ends round under back to my bunghole, so I can let it out there if I need to.”
Now, how do we know this? Because LBJ ordered some new pants on the phone, and the call, like all White House calls at the time, was recorded. You may have heard the audio awhile back, but recently, PutThisOn.com edited it down and had animator Tawd Dorenfeld draw some pictures to accompany it. The result is a couple of the funniest minutes of presidential history you’ll ever see. —Darrell Hartman