Because Easter's almost over and we're suffering from Giant Squid Withdrawl. If we hadn't had hashbrowns and fried eggs for lunch, we'd have ordered calamari for dinner. Anyhoo, stole this in a very baroque manner off Gawker, where it is not posted. I told you it was baroque; actually, it's all very Da Vinci. Click here for the latest from the original source website.
The truly great stories have always inspired creative reinterpretation and re-telling in a variety of media; the Easter story is no exception.
From paintings by Caravaggio and Bacon to the literal re-enactments that take over the Philippines every year, to the singin’, dancin’ disciples in Godspell, to the current Gitmo-referencing Manchester production, the story of the death of Jesus has been interpreted in virtually every art form known to humanity. Even Blogging!
At a reported cost of over ten thousand dollars, this American (well, what else could he be?) minister has recreated not only the life of Jesus, but much of the Bible in Lego.
For Easter we have the Last Supper, the Arrest of Jesus, the Trial, the Crucifixion (what an odd word to know how to spell. I mean, how often do you use it, eh? And yet I bet you know how to spell it?), the Empty Tomb, and the Final Appearance. These are only details, you’ve gotta go to the source for the real deal. Simon Peter has that hot Miami Vice stubble thing going on, as well as some major Austin Powers chest hair. Hawt.
As anyone who’s ever compared different biblical translations can attest (or is that “witness“?) the picture you get from the whole is substantially different from the picture you get from the snippets.
God is indeed in the details, but he’s also the original Big Picture Guy!
I'm not big on the Peeps, myself, but Americans love them. They must contain some chemical that counteracts the PCBs in their beer or sumpin'. Anyway, here is a kind of Peep designed to tempt even me. How can anyone resist? It would be futile.
A ten-tentacle salute to Whatacharacter, who alerted me to the fact that April 7 was the 100th anniversary of animation. And here's an image from that very first film, Humorous Phases of Funny Faces:
Update: Ah, now we have a controversy over whether or not it's just the 100th anniversary of American animation. Whodathunk whether or not a film was animated would be in question, but it is. Well, it's nice to see something that's more complicated than it first appears, rather than less; it satisfies the evil genius in me. And can you imagine what it was like 101 years ago? Because the idea of un-animated Americans is what I think of as a contradiction in terms.
And now some stuff from Windsor McKay, because he was also an early animator, and dude was way twisted, yo. Word. McKay, most famous for his Little Nemo series, produced a masterwork of early interactive journalism with his Dreams of the Rarebit Fiend. The premise was simply this: after eating something as cheese-laden as Welsh Rarebit, people tend to have vivid, strange dreams. And "Silas" as he was known, asked readers to send in their dreams, so he could illustrate them. It's an amazing gallery of the human mind. I'm not sure if the differences between these dreams and my own reflects the differences between individuals or the difference between times. Buy the book (reissued, thanks to a Seattle small press) and check it out for yourself.
And more of same:
You getting the idea? Traaaaaast me, the dialogue is twice as twisted as the images most of the time. The scathing "Cannibal Meat Trust" episode was particularly memorable. And now for more of same:
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