Supercloggers during rush hour on the US 210 Freeway in Pasadena, California
(Photo: Anthony Lepore)
Rush hour is no fun, except if you happen to be right behind the mobile puppet theater of Los Angeles artists Joel Kyack and Michael Hayden:
Starting roughly at 5 p.m. on designated days, lucky commuters will see the back of the pickup's shell top swing open to reveal an energetic hand puppet dressed like a heavy metal musician. If they tune their radios to the frequency written on a cardboard sign on the tailgate, they'll hear crashing guitar chords and a gravelly announcer's voice say, "Welcome to 'Superclogger'!"
What follows are four vignettes, each between 4 and 7 minutes long, in which characters discuss the vicissitudes of fame, friendship, snobbery, artistic integrity and love. An aging country singer laments the price of success; a naive young boy confronts upper class pretensions in a surreal conversation with a talking shrub; two construction workers shed their tough guy image with a karaoke version of Joni Mitchell's "Both Sides Now"; and an isolated writer sets aside his novel for a lucrative screenplay and love.
Link: Story at LA Times | Official Superclogger website at LAX ART
Comments (8)
How does he get the carcass back to his tribe?
That hunter earned his food and respected the animal he killed.
Gabriel, It really must be hard work bringing back such a large animal. I don't know how they would do it.
As far as it being more cruel, I agree that the animal experienced more fear because of the duration of the chase, but it is more heartless to shoot a creature for pleasure.
Awesome comment, you must teach me more of this dating philosophy.
I loathe hunting, but if you have to do it to feed youself etc be practical and grant the animal a swift death. Dying of exhaustion sounds awful and it's also a waste of time and energy resources for the hunter.
You would come out way ahead even if that animal only has about 800 calories per pound.
She had the benefit of cookies.
Do you guys get this stuff from watching "Pocahontas" or what? Before the La-Z-Boy was invented, nobody spouted this philosophical claptrap about what you ate and how you got it.
Chow down!
"You don't stop running because you get old and die, you get old and die because you stop running."