Someone bricked up a door of an S-Bahn (suburban rail) train in Hamburg
No fake, the federal police of Germany has confirmed the crime and is looking for witnesses. They also warn possible imitators that a crime like this may be punished with jail up to five years or a fine.
Street art blog here!!
“”””Art””””
MONSIEUR PLEASE I BEG YOU!!!
>be german >start my daily commute >waiting at s-bahn station >the train is taking forever kill_me.png >finally hear the train coming danke_gott.jpg >train is slowing down >the doors stop just in front of me >they open >it’s a fucking brick wall > >go home, quit job
I can actually elaborate on this, because last time I toured the catacombs we had a delightful guide who was a very enthusiastic PhD student and this was, apparently, partly what he was doing his dissertation on. (I talked to him for a while one-on-one; we bonded over the sweet hell that is graduate school.) Anyway, according to him, there was this weird artsy quasi-anarchist amateur-spelunking group that used to throw these very illegal parties down in the catacombs. This, of course, isn’t safe at all because (1) parts of the catacombs are not structurally sound and you risk suffocating or being crushed to death, and (2) they’re damn near impossible to navigate if you don’t know what you’re doing. As in multiple people have literally died of thirst before finding their way out–one of whom finally collapsed a bare twenty meters from the exit, which he couldn’t see because it’s so infernally dark. How’s that for shitty, shitty irony?
Anyway, after stumbling across little bits of evidence that people were exploring the out-of-bounds areas of the catacombs and leaving like, a few cigarette butts and empty bottles behind, the Paris police issued a stern cease-and-desist basically saying, “STOP DOING THAT YOU COULD ALL DIE” and this one group basically said, “Bitch make us” and proceeded to get more and more ostentatious with their bizarre subterranean Magic-Theatre soirees, just to prove that they knew the catacombs better than anybody else and there was pretty much nothing the authorities could do to stop them. The electricity thing in itself isn’t really that mysterious because anywhere you could fit a makeshift movie theatre you could also bring the generators to run it (so long as they’re not gas-powered, because underground that would probably mean carbon monoxide poisoning…not that safety was the first priority here). It would be a hassle, but doable. That’s not the good part. The good part is that not only did they illegally set up an entire movie theatre in the tunnels under the city of Paris, but they left it there just to taunt the authorities. Eventually this kind of stuff stopped. Nobody really knows why except the pranksters themselves, I suppose, but literally only in Paris do you get a troupe of drama queens as epic as they are unapologetically petty.
By copyrighting his property as an artwork, he has prevented oil companies from drilling on it.
Peter Von Tiesenhausen has developed artworks all over his property in northern Alberta. There’s a boat woven from sticks that is gradually being reclaimed by the land; there is a fence that he adds to each year of his life, and there are many “watching” trees, with eyes scored into their bark.
Oil interests pester him continually about drilling on his land. His repeated rebuffing of their advances lead them to move toward arbitration. They made it very clear that he only owned the top 6 inches of soil, and they had rights to anything underneath. He then, off the top of his head, threatened them that he would sue damages if they disturbed his 6 inches, for the entire property is an artwork. Any disturbance would compromise the work, and he would sue.
Immediately after that meeting, he called a lawyer (who is also an art collector) and asked if his intuitive threat would actually hold legally. The lawyer visited, saw the scope of the work on the property, and wrote a document protecting the artwork.
The oil companies have kept their distance ever since.
This is but one example of Peter’s ability to negotiate quickly on his feet, and to find solutions that defy expectations.
Last night I dreamed that there was a Baroque oil painting called The Madness of Spiders Georg, which featured a damatically lit, wretched old man huddled in a cave with his eyes bugging out and his face a mask of gluttony, shoveling fistfulls of spiders into his open mouth.
Tumblr is fucking with my brain.
I really want to see that painting.
If you search spiders georg as a tag on my blog ive labelled all the paintings and ink pieces neatly
The word “moist” is the Number One universally reviled word in the English language due to both its definition and the way it sounds. Similarly gross words include
chunks
curdling
squirt
munch
bulbous
pustule
sink
squirm
slippery
Which got me wondering, can I elicit the same emotions with words that have no meaning? And the answer is “Yes, yes you definitely can.”
So here it is: words and phrases that elicit “thanks, i hate it!” by sheer negative sonority
scrungo
beesechurger
mingus
hurgling
tungus
Scrimmy Bingus and the Crungy Spingus
slurm
chungus
crungle
gunch
But did you know you can make it even worse by combining them??
