The kiss of death.This astonishing sculpture forms part of Barcelona’s Poblenou Cemetery. The Kiss of Death (El Petó de la Mort in Catalan and El beso de la muerte in Spanish) dates back to 1930. A winged skeleton bestows a kiss on the lips of a handsome young man: is it ecstasy on his face or resignation? Little wonder the sculpture elicits strong and varying responses from whoever gazes upon it.
Goin’ Back To The Marlboro Country - Mark Markham and His Jesters
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This adorable domicile is knows as the Tumbleweed, and it’s the world’s smallest house.
“It is a commonly held belief that the best things come in small packages and the world’s tiniest house may go some way to proving that to be true. Despite its diminutive size, the 64-square foot home boasts a bedroom with a queen-size bed, a bathroom with a working shower, a mini fridge, a kitchen and a living area. The wooden home, called the Tumbleweed XS House, was built by volunteers in Ohio as part of the Toledo Museum of Art’s Small Worlds exhibition and is currently for sale on eBay. Proceeds from the sale are going towards raising funds for children’s educational programming at the museum.
And moving home need not be a problem as the winning bidder can simply transport their model house on the trailer that comes as part of the price. According to the eBay listing, the home includes ‘a sleeping loft with queen size mattress, a functional bathroom with shower, a kitchenette, and a living area.’
But one prospective bidder did not seem impressed with the tiny home asking: ‘How in the world do you think this house could have a value of $600 per square foot?’ The Tumbleweed Tiny House Company replied that the home had quality rather than quantity. They wrote: ‘The small house movement is about quality of space and design, not quantity. Plus, this is a charity auction of a home that was featured in a major museum exhibition, thus influencing the price.’”
This article is a couple months old, so the auction has since ended. After accumulating 77 bids, the teeny weeny home sold for $29,100.00.
So what about you? Could you or would you live in a house as tiny as the Tumbleweed?
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On life’s constant little limitations
Calvin: You know, Hobbes, some days even my lucky rocket ship underpants don’t help.
On expectations
Calvin: Everybody seeks happiness! Not me, though! That’s the difference between me and the rest of the world. Happiness isn’t good enough for me! I demand euphoria!
On why we are scared of the dark
Calvin: I think night time is dark so you can imagine your fears with less distraction.
On the unspoken truth behind the education system
Calvin: As you can see, I have memorized this utterly useless piece of information long enough to pass a test question. I now intend to forget it forever. You’ve taught me nothing except how to cynically manipulate the system. Congratulations.
On the cruel reality of commercial art
Hobbes: Van Gogh would’ve sold more than one painting if he’d put tigers in them.
On the tragedy of hipsters
Calvin: The world bores you when you’re cool.
On the tears of a clown
Calvin: Isn’t it strange that evolution would give us a sense of humour? When you think about it, it’s weird that we have a physiological response to absurdity. We laugh at nonsense. We like it. We think it’s funny. Don’t you think it’s odd that we appreciate absurdity? Why would we develop that way? How does it benefit us?
Hobbes: I suppose if we couldn’t laugh at things that don’t make sense, we couldn’t react to a lot of life.
Calvin: (after a long pause) I can’t tell if that’s funny or really scary.
On the falling of sparrows (or providence’s lack of a timetable)
Calvin: Life is full of surprises, but never when you need one.
On why winter is the cruellest of seasons
Calvin: Getting an inch of snow is like winning 10 cents in the lottery.
On the gaping hole in contemporary art’s soul
Calvin: People always make the mistake of thinking art is created for them. But really, art is a private language for sophisticates to congratulate themselves on their superiority to the rest of the world. As my artist’s statement explains, my work is utterly incomprehensible and is therefore full of deep significance.
On playing Frankenstein with words
Calvin: Verbing weirds language.
On realising God is more Woody Allen than Michael Bay
Calvin: They say the world is a stage. But obviously the play is unrehearsed and everybody is ad-libbing his lines.
Hobbes: Maybe that’s why it’s hard to tell if we’re living in a tragedy or a farce.
Calvin: We need more special effects and dance numbers.
On why ET is real
Calvin: Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us.
On looking yourself in the mirror
Hobbes: So the secret to good self-esteem is to lower your expectations to the point where they’re already met?
On the future
Calvin: Trick or treat!
Adult: Where’s your costume? What are you supposed to be?
Calvin: I’m yet another resource-consuming kid in an overpopulated planet, raised to an alarming extent by Madison Avenue and Hollywood, poised with my cynical and alienated peers to take over the world when you’re old and weak. Am I scary, or what?
On the truth
Calvin: It’s a magical world, Hobbes, ol’ buddy…Let’s go exploring!
Kitty storage. The Kitty Cradle is currently in pre-order mode. Release is slated for summer 2012 but will be limited. You can try your luck at Modern Cat, they are hosting a giveaway.
What a wonderful place… must have one like this.
For over 13 years (and girlfriend and children), architect Mickey Muennig lived in the tiny Greenhouse—his 1976 take on the then-popular dome and his celestial artistic response. From the deck of the outdoor bath, you can see up the coast.
Inside the one-room house, the reclaimed-redwood platform bed hangs on slender steel rods fastened to the ceiling. The ceiling cap is a vent—the house’s thermostat.
