I swear I didn’t know I had a Danish experimental pop cover of Take on Me—with the famous melody played by a treble recorder, and “an inexplicable drone solo”, as mr. fooishbar predicted just before it happened—until it came on on shuffle.
It’s actually pretty soothing. I bought the EP for this Paranoid Android cover, which … is what it is.
This is an amazing prank, and Brosie The Riveter is so well executed. Plus, the write-up has some great turns of phrase:
This little lady’s undermeats have been the open- and close- parens to my work world for the last six months.
There Brosie stood, proud, nipples testing the air like young gophers in springtime, the post-apocalyptic breeze gently swaying his banana hammock.
Dawnwatch from Whales Alive, which Wikipedia describes as “a 1987 album of improvisational duets and sometimes trios between Paul Winter, Paul Halley, and recordings of singing humpback whales”, with prose read by Leonard Nimoy.
I found this while researching the latest episode of The Science of Fiction, which covers the maths of Star Trek: The Original Series and features some other Nimoy- and Shatner-based sounds, plus some animal facts. Have a listen!
Suddenly, the cat takes on a decidedly more masculine, “tom cat” persona. The cat now represented the violent realities of women’s struggle for political rights in the male public sphere.
Cat pictures aside, it took me a while to understand what the fourth and fifth pictures were trying to show. I think the fifth is saying “if women can vote, men might have to make a pot of tea unaided and men are too stupid and they’ll boil the cat by mistake” which is … not a particularly good argument that the heavy burden of the democratic process should be born by men alone.
(Via MetaFilter. What have I become‽)
JAR OF MOLES
SPECIMEN OF THE WEEK
From the Specimen of the Week post about this:
“Why did you put so many moles in a jar?” is something I get asked a LOT.
UCL Museums Top Ten Objects answers that question reasonably concisely.
A somewhat sentimental take on a mass produced object becoming defunct, the handlebars are given the care and craft of a preserved family pet(!). The taxidermy service mounts a client’s steed on a scorched or bleached European oak plaque. Chrome mounting brackets fix the stem above a stainless steel epitaph etched in Argyll, Scotland.
As featured in The Guardian.