By Marc, 6 October 2009

The Zak Meadow Collection

Zak Meadow is a comic strip that ran in Room Magazine (an alternative arts monthly based in Windsor, Ontario) from 1997 to 2001.  These photocopied zines were originally published between 1998 and 2000.

By Marc, 19 March 2009

RepRap to the Sea

Self replicating water based plastic recycling unit.

SROPSU - Self Replicating Oceanic Plastic Salvage Unit

Here is a pataphysical approach to the  Great Pacific Garbage Patch.

SROPSU is a self replicating sea borne plastic dissembly/replication unit.  The abundant scrap plastic floating in the world’s oceans is taken into its maw with a conveyor belt.  The plastic is molecularly recombined to self replicate RepRap in the fabricator end of the unit.  When there are enough RepRaps to tackle the patch, they switch production modes and start creating useful things like furniture, housewares and footwear that wash ashore in tidy bundles to be collected by school children.

By Magda, 11 March 2009

Thin crust pizza with arugula, Auroville, India

The Italians came and built a wood burning stove. The mozzarella is locally made, the olives are imported. I don’t know who originally brought the arugula seeds. Most of the ingredients are organic.

The pizza cost CAN$3 and was pretty good (ie. excellent by most people’s standards which are not as stratospheric as mine).

This message is a test of http://www.posterous.com.

Posted via email from Magda’s posterous

By Marc, 1 February 2009

Molecular Disassembling Unit

 

Molecular Disassembling Unit

This image of a mushroom enabled garbage composter was inspired by a video podcast of Paul Stamets talking about his extensive research into the bioremediation capabilities of mycelium networks (aka mushrooms).

Here is link to a transcript of another great interview with Stamets about the remarkable nature of mushrooms.

By Marc, 12 January 2009

Going Nomad

In the fall of 2005, Magda and I decided to sell off most of our possessions and embark on an extended period of travel.

The reasons for this were many.

Magda had a distinct feeling of being stuck.

We had figured out a way to coast through our life as freelance graphic designers/artists. We had developed a well-worn, carefully cultivated, comfortable rut of routine in Toronto. Our combination of skills and our solid network of business contacts and friends assured that we would be able to maintain a subsistence level artist existence in the city, although that year we were getting a bit more in debt every month. Although our apartment and such was comfortable, there was very little social wiggle room and the resulting torpor was upsetting to Magda. This is a very frustrating situation for someone who thrives in a rich environment characterized by rapid changes.

Our personal evolution was at a standstill. We needed to shake things up.

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