Links van 6 januari 2012 tot 7 januari 2012

Carved Book Landscapes by Guy Laramee | Colossal
For the better part of three decades multidisciplinary artist Guy Laramee has worked as a stage writer, director, composer, a fabricator of musical instruments, a singer, sculptor, painter and writer. Among his sculptural works are two incredible series of carved book landscapes and structures entitled Biblios and The Great Wall, where the dense pages of old books are excavated to reveal serene mountains, plateaus, and ancient structures.

Envelope Drawings by Mark Powell | Colossal
Artist Mark Powell has chosen the backs of old envelopes as a canvas for these delicately rendered portraits of the elderly, using nothing more than a standard Bic Biro pen to create the delicate folds and wrinkles of their skin.

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First cases of totally drug resistant TB in India, one dead – Mumbai – DNA
First there was drug resistant TB.
Then there was multiple-drug-resistant TB (MDR-TB).
Then extensively-drug-resistant TB (XDR-TB).
Now this. This is the kind of thing that causes sudden resurgences in developed nations, especially ones with as high of a prison population as the US. Aggressive quarantine policy has contained it this far, but one little mutation that makes it more communicable, and we're gong to have a very bad time here.

Louis C.K.: The Man Who Loves to Hate Himself
One Thursday this fall, Louis C.K. was in a dressing room at Manhattan’s Beacon Theatre, passing time between two back-to-back stand-up performances and feeling, as he so often does, like a piece of shit. “I was so upset,” he recalls, sitting in the same dressing room a couple of evenings later. The Thursday performances were being taped for an upcoming special, and although they’d both sold out in no time, and although he’d polished his jokes in clubs for months, C.K. had suddenly convinced himself that his material was garbage. “It happens every time,” he says, his stocky frame parked in a plush armchair, his thinning red hair freshly trimmed. “I tape two shows, and the first one feels lackluster and uninspired. The audience feels judgmental and disappointed. I’m going, ‘This was a mistake. This material’s not as good as last year. This is gonna be the one where they say, “He didn’t do it this time.” I didn’t do anything right. All this stuff is shit.’” He grins. “Then a few minutes before the second show, I go, ‘No. This is fun. I enjoy it.’”