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The Contradiction of the Flesh.
(Halloween 2007)
The heart beats with my EKG. The crown is made from razor wire. |
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For Halloween 2006, I dressed up as a giant marijuana
cigarette and called myself "The Devil's Weed". Below you can see the
Satanic den of self-reflection that lies behind the gateway of The
Devil's Weed. Most people got the irony. Some percentage said
something like "Weed's cool man, why you gotta be such a downer". A
LOT of people saw the pot leaf and wanted their picture with it,
regardless of whether they know what the word irony means. If I had a
dollar for every picture... Anyway, I made it onto the NYC NBC News!
UPDATE: The above logos are now available on t-shirts, stickers,
temporary tattoos and refrigerator magnets. |
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| I spent most of my time handing out
pamphlets and spouting the eloquent rhetoric of Harry J. Anslinger
posted below. |
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| Po' Green Trash of the Trailer-Ship Galaxy. Most humans have a
misconceived notion of aliens as having go-getter, Type A
personalities, that comb the far reaches of the universe for resources
and alternative life forms. But, the vast majority of aliens are a
much more modest crowd that appreciate the finer points of life, like NASSHIP races, beer and grilled meat. Conceived for the Burning Man Splashdown at Love in
NYC, September, 2006. We showed up 15 min after the costume contest
ended, but the organizer saw us before announcing the winner and
immediately awarded us the best costume and a $100 gift certificate to
a costume shop. It's tough to see in the picture because of the flash,
but our finger tips glowed red. Below is a sketch of our yet unmade flag for the
flag planting ceremony. |
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| How will You be Judged when you gaze into your reflection in
The Lake of Fire and Brimstone? Will you see the longing of
your misspent youth? Will you be consumed by the trappings of your
own vanity? Will you see nothing but the empty hollows of your
soul? |
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| Originally conceived for June 6, 2006, but after
significant searching, the only really promising venues were in LA
(come on NYC! this happens once a millenium and could have been
the Day of Doom!!). Found a good event later in the summer at
One Night of Fire.
Some good photos of the event on
flickr. |
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| My costume for the Coney Island Mermaid Parade 2006. The above picture was
taken by Luke Ratray. |
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The future Hal & Hermione Jordan: voted most likely to
have an out-of-this-world wedding!
(Halloween 2005) |
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Where's the G-spot (a.k.a. the
Greatly Guarded Gem of the Genital Geography)
Created for the G-party (summer 2005). Includes a fun party
game, "Pin the Penis on the G-spot" (pink velcro penises
included). Seen here at the PS1 summer warm-up concert series |
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| Do you work for a drug, supplement or contraceptive company?
Spur-M, Viagra, Trojan, Horny Goat Weed? How much is advertising space
on the G-spot worth to your company? Reach out to party-goers looking
to improve their performance. Establish name recognition and PR with
the next generation. Penis shaped hand-outs with your company
logo/info. |
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| How big is your vehicle? Halloween 2004 was the year
of the 7' hummer-penis. It shoots silly string out the tip and has a
blaring horn (and an obnoxious driver). Somewhere in the world there
is a movie of me leaving a Critical Mass party that the cops raided
(out of spite) and this NYC cop yelling "Get the hummer guy!" If you
have this movie please contact me. The hummer guy made a second
appearance at a peace rally (how big is your peace?) in Spring 2006
where he shook hands with Reverend Al Sharpton (anybody have a picture
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Entertained a brief stint as MJ for Haj's going away party (Summer
2004). The look was pretty ok, but I didn't take it nearly to the
level that these guys did:
http://www.zug.com/pranks/credit/mj-credit-card/ |
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| For Halloween 2003, I made a Galdalf the Gray
costume. Below Gandalf can be seen riding the PATH train into
NYC. You can see a movie of Gandalf casting a spell
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| The reactions in New Jersey were kind of varied, from
"Yeah, father time!" to "Merlin, right?" and "Moses!", but the
strangest was a guy in Newark that leaned out of his car window and
yelled "Hey, you wanna gimme a blow job, you creature!" |
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| To celebrate the finishing of his quals, Jeff had
a party in May of 2001 with the brilliant theme of Robots and
Monsters. The ambitious theme scared many out of dressing
up, but I think it's because they didn't realize the robot and
monster tendencies that exist in everyone. The costume
assembly had a few tight moments (just ask Erica), but turned out
all right in the end. |
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| In the midst of all the nationalistic rhetoric
after 9-11, I was struck on the morning of October 31st, 2001 with
the need to use the day's opportunity to exercise my as yet
maintained freedom of speech. Even after the event, our fearless
leader showed good sportsmanship in his willingness to pose for
the picture on the scholastic award seen below. |
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| One Thursday night in April of 2001, I was walking
with Jeff and Jonathan to the pub. I was feeling a little funny after a
particularly bad day in the lab, when I looked down to find an Aquarian
drumhead box. Suddenly, before the eyes of the world, I transformed
into The Aquarian Gemini. |
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| Using my Aquarian scepter I set out to distinguish the glory of
the world. |
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| Sean O'Connor. A good Irishman. |
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A self portrait of the Aquarian Gemini. |
| Jeff with his bud. |
| The Aquarian Gemini entertains a brief encounter as a
defender of Guinness. |
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| Alas, all things must come to an end. Just hours
after his deliverance came the fall of the Aquarian Gemini. |
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| The 1998-99 academic year was my senior year, and thus
my year to bear the thesis. Here I am carrying my Burden past
the piles of burning theses to make my offering to the Hauser gods so
that I may make my ascent. After the turbulent ascent I mingle
with my thesis advisor Dell, who inspects my bedraggled attire. |
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This is my "butt-rocker" costume from Halloween '98.
I was going for the trailer park living, Coors Light drinking,
Marlboro smoking, Payless shopping, mullet sporting, ripped
acid-washed jeans wearing, fake Oakley owning, "Free Bird" shouting,
AC-DC concert going, stuck in the mid-80's white trash look. I
knew what this looked like because I had butt-rocker tendencies in my
earlier youth. The most glorious moment in the costume was early
in the day on Halloween when I was shopping for a skull earring to put
on the final touch on the costume. In the process of picking out
an earring, I revealed to the clerk that it was indeed a costume.
As I was walking out of the store I heard the clerk whisper to a
customer, "It's a costume," at which time the customer let out an
audible sigh of relief. I won a $15 gift certificate to Powell's
book store in a costume contest.
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