If you find umbrellas unwieldy and raincoats to be not quite absurd looking enough, then you may be interested in the UFO Cap, a combination of the two from Korean manufacturer Koryo Industrial. All I can think of when I look at this device — seemingly designed to make the wearer’s head and shoulders resemble a large, yellow, rain repellent nipple — is the image of Korean school children being blown down the street, their serving tray sized neck accessories turned into sails by the wind.
Korean photographer Yeondoo Jung’s series that recreates scenes found in children’s drawings. Some are funny, some fantastical, and some are simply surreal but all of them are beautiful. If these are indeed based on actual drawings by children, one wonders how close the photos came to the original scenes envisioned in each child’s mind. Two more after the jump.
Note: The artist’s site seems to not be responding due to a traffic overload.
Update: The site seems to be up and running again. Make sure to check it out for some photos not found in the other links below.
Our deepest apologies, dear readers, for having fallen down on the job as of late in regards to one of our most sacred traditions. Needless to say, we are filled with a great sense of shame and assure you it will not happen again. If, in the future, one of us is unable to fulfill their obligations our newly acquired team of Korean animators will leap into action, producing original cartoons for your enjoyment, although in all honesty I personally cannot guarantee this. You see, by “team of Korean animators” I actually mean a Korean family that Eliza met — and subsequently forced into her windowless van — while running errands at Home Depot. They have tried to reason with her, explaining that they are involved in other professions, the father is a salesman for a lighting manufacturer and his wife works as a bank teller. The children are, well, children.
Eliza would hear none of it however, either assuming that they were lying or under the impression that all people of Korean descent have an innate ability to animate. The rest of the staff has done their best to ignore the situation, knowing full well that once Miss Gauger has set her mind on something, one has little chance of ever changing her opinion. It is for this reason that we do nothing when she insists that her aforementioned van has the ability to travel through time or that Qais is, in her words, “a spy sent by space Turks to steal her chocolate secrets.” Regardless it has been uncomfortable, the tired and nervous familial unit has taken up residence in our break room where they were horrified to find only four items : coffee, tea, pipe tobacco, and squid chips. It would be worse when they found out that these items were our sole sources of sustenance. The children, unsurprisingly, did not take well to the tobacco. Perhaps we should send out for food.
Ah well, I’m sure they’ll be fine, besides it’s cartoon time! Click through, loyal Ectomites, and witness their triumphant return!
P.S. Also, remember that if you visit the YouTube page for a particular video you have the option to watch it in high quality. Especially well suited to the anime.
There is an old joke that describes a drummer as someone who hangs out with musicians and, with rare exception, this perception of the bland and unheralded percussionist persists to this very day, despite the drug fueled myth-making of Keith Moon or the unsavory, well-endowed, plastic-mammary-fondling antics of Tommy Lee. There is little glamor or fame to be found in playing the skins, although some may claim that drumming is in one’s blood, that it is an art, not merely a way to attract money, loose women, or legions of adoring, slathering fans. These people are liars, trying desperately to dismiss the very idea that they may feel inferior to the mighty phalluses of guitars or microphone stands.
What is the lowly drummer to do then? Should he or she sit, impotent and trembling, while the rest of the band rocks their way to glory and sweaty, backstage copulation? Many have tackled this question and it has beaten them. Some — the Phil Collinses and Don Hendleys — have attempted to augment their talents by taking on vocal chores as well, however the success of this strategy is debatable. No, if one is to prove one’s self as a musical force to be reckoned with while remaining in the rhythm section one must display one’s chops while having a solid and vibrant stage presence.
Which leads us to the video above showcasing a drummer who has devoted himself, body and soul, to his craft and, in doing so, completely steals the show from his band mates. It could be argued that his enthusiastic gesticulations are a tad misplaced, a little over the top for the smooth, mellow, soft-rock being performed, but I disagree. Every facial contortion, every twirl of the stick — of which there are many — is perfectly timed, and necessary to properly convey the emotion, the unbridled passion which he feels for his music. Bear witness as this man, this drumming demigod, bares his soul to you and invites you to join him and rock. Will you not answer his summons?
In sheer defiance of the World Wide Web Consortium's will, Ectomo was designed using a non-web-standard font. Luckily, it is included in the excellent font pack released by the H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society, which can be freely downloaded in Mac and PC formats here. Ectomo should still look fine without it, though.
