“Astronomical” is a representation of the Solar System across 6000 pages of a 12 volume set (video). Each page represents one million kilometers of distance from the Sun—for example, Earth shows up on page 155 of volume 1. The “Astronomical” set is by UK-based artist Mishka Henner. It can be ordered from his website.
The history of the universe, depicted by Daniel Libeskind and his astrophysicist son Noah Libeskind.
Part of me hopes they keep those windows plywood-clad, in deference to the less-auspicious recent history of the old Meier & Frank Warehouse.
Also, I guess I am on Instagram now. I don’t know why either.
Chicagoan and designer Steve Shanabruch has embarked upon creating visual identities for all 77 of Chicago’s community areas—at a rate of two each week—based on each neighborhood’s history, makeup, area of the city, and any experiences he has had in it. It’s quite a nice idea, and the execution is even better. Take the entry for Mount Greenwood:
In 1879, after receiving 80 acres in a state land grant, George Waite called his new property “Mount Greenwood” because of the abundant presence of trees on an elevated ridge. Once an area known for its farming (with boundaries that include Chicago’s only remaining farm), Mount Greenwood is now a blue collar and predominantly Irish-Catholic neighborhood that is home to its fair share of firefighters, police officers and union workers.
(via Pretty Clever)
Designing the Modern Atlas – fantastic read on the evolution of Google Maps by Google visual experience designer Wilem Van Lancker (via)
While I can’t help but be reminded of the process of designing the Mobility & Sparseness poster, I’m also reminded of something else I’ve been working on for the thesis show. April feels a long way off and hardly any time from now at all.
Michael Wolf, Street View Portraits
Digital print; assemblage of historic museum labels. Made by Rebecca Jewell while Artist in Residence on the Melanesia Project at the British Museum, 2006. (via British Museum)
From Metafilter’s comment coverage:
On the one hand, I’m present for what has a chance to be the most significant announcement in physics in my lifetime. On the other hand, I’m watching a Powerpoint presentation written in Comic Sans over the internet.
“Streaming provided by: Groovy Gecko”
November 23: Ran into some opposition at the restaurant. Some of the patrons complained that my breakfast special (a page out of Remembrance of Things Past and a blowtorch with which to set it on fire) did not satisfy their hunger. As if their hunger was of any consequence! ‘But we’re starving,’ they say. So what? They’re going to die eventually anyway.
Earlier this term, I posted a strangely written, misery-fueled diary-style piece about the process of installing my sand outlined house to that other blog I keep. While my attempt at existentialism is both flimsy and heavy-handed, today I can present by means of apology to those who had to read that The Jean-Paul Sartre Cookbook, a much better attempt at a much better thing by Marty Smith for 1987-Portland’s long-dead alternative paper The Free Agent.
What could be more existentialist than a dead newspaper? Try searching Google for “Portland” and “Free Agent” and try to get anything not related to basketball.
“Nearly six in ten Americans live in the state where they were born, according to the U.S. Census bureau. But there is considerable variation from state to state, as the map (above) by Zara Matheson of the Martin Prosperity Institute shows. More than three quarters of the people in Louisiana (78.9 percent), Michigan (76.6 percent) and Ohio (75.1 percent) were born there, as opposed to just 24.3 percent of Nevadans, 35.2 percent of Floridians, 37.2 percent of the residents of Washington, D.C., and 37.7 percent of Arizonans. A high level of home-grown residents is also indicative of a lack of inflow of new people.”
Damn, Nevada!
Trong G. Nguyen. Library, 2007.
The entire text and individual chapters of various books written word for word on grains of rice. A re-interpretation of the library.
Frankie’s Tiki Room, on Charleston in Las Vegas:
3 weeks ago a person with close ties to the tiki community was in Frankie’s Tiki Room asking a lot of questions about our exterior pink neon signs. He told staff that he liked our neon signs and wanted one just like them. He said he had a friend who worked professionally with neon and hoped his friend could help him obtain a neon sign just like the ones outside Frankie’s. He went so far as to go outside and closely inspect our pink neon … 2 days later the neon sign “TIKI ROOM” on the east side of the building was stolen. According to our sign company it had been professionally cut and removed.
If you should see our neon or hear about it, please call Las Vegas Metro Police immediately. The police incident number is: LLV 111011002572.
This has to be one of the weirder crimes I’ve ever seen. Who steals live neon off a building?
10 years ago today
Desert Inn Road ceased to be a description and became instead a memorial.
(I guess most of the property was demolished in 2004, but still.)
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