I'm Rob Blatt. For the most part I wrote about my dogs, music and technology. I swear quite a bit, so this blog isn't for people who can't handle that. I encourage you to subscribe to the RSS feed. All the random images to the right are courtesy of my amazing wife.
I have no reservation saying that people who treat dogs like shit in the name of “Art” should be treated like shit in the name of “art”.
Our new target is Guillermo Vargas Habacuc, who tied up a dog in the corner of a gallery. Over him was the words “You Are What You Read” written in dog food. The dog wasn’t allowed food or water and reports indicate that he died the following day.
Just to let you know, on December 29th of 2007, I came across a small 15 pound dog on a beach in Puerto Rico. He wasn’t moving, was obviously undernourished and was yelping for attention. He was happy to see someone coming to him and was even more happy to get some water, since he was out in the sun and couldn’t move. He had been laying there for nearly a week until we did something about it. Today, that dog seems pretty happy in our home.
Hello everyone. My name is Guillermo Vargas Habacuc. I am 50 years old and an artist. Recently, I have been criticized for my work titled “Eres lo que lees”, which features a dog named Nativity. The purpose of the work was not to cause any type of infliction on the poor, innocent creature, but rather to illustrate a point. In my home city of San Jose, Costa Rica, tens of thousands of stray dogs starve and die of illness each year in the streets and no one pays them a second thought. Now, if you publicly display one of these starving creatures, such as the case with Nativity, it creates a backlash that brings out a big of hypocrisy in all of us. Nativity was a very sick creature and would have died in the streets anyway.
Excuse me? Would have died in the streets anyway? I’m pretty sure that you brought a dog off of the streets to make a name for yourself. The dog fucking died BECAUSE of you. Here’s a video that has some photos of the dog, Nativity.
This pile of filth is going to be doing this again. GUILLERMO HABACUC VARGAS is a blog dedicated to stopping this atrocity. You can sign the petition to try to stop it from happening again in Honduras.
Alternatively, Augusto testified that “a common way to dispose of them” is to give unsold promotional CD away, or he may throw them away. Both are unauthorized distributions.
That’s a real quote from a federal court filing from the Universal Music Group. I’m sure that you’ve seen CDs before either in used CD stores or maybe you’ve been given one by a record label. verbatim, the label on these CDs says “This CD is the property of the record company and is licensed for the intended recipient for personal use only. Acceptance of this CD shall constitute an agreement to comply with the terms of the license. Resale or transfer of possession is not allowed and may be punishable under federal and state laws.” Emphasis on the douchery is mine.
Can you imagine the balls on UMG to think that they can actually enforce this idea? And can you imagine how much of our money (this is a FEDERAL case after all) is being used to figure out if this block of mumbo jumbo is actually enforceable? By this rule, every single CD that was sent to me while I was the music director of WPOB in Plainview, NY or the Arts & Entertainment Editor of the UMass Lowell Connector and every CD sent to my in my current job has to be in my possession until the original record label asks for it back. Could you imagine what the offices of Rolling Stone or Spin magazine would look like if they legally had to keep every CD that was sent to them for review?
Not too long ago I spoke to Ariel Hyatt of Ariel Publicity about the music industry in general and she gave me some pretty astounding numbers in regards to promo CDs. In her career, she estimates that over time she estimates that she’s sent out about 700,000 promotional CDs and has only gotten two back. Two out of seven hundred thousand! That’s 0.000003%!
The case is about someone who resells promo CDs on eBay and in the meatspace.
I hope that it becomes obvious to the judge in this case that the statements made by UMG are complete horseshit. No one in their right mind can actually look me in the eye and tell me that the granted license on a CD that is sent to me as promotional material is so binding that I can’t even trash the disc if I wanted to, no matter what is on the cover. This is bullshit in the highest regard.
If you’ve ever been to the 14th St-8th Ave subway station in Manhattan, you’ve probably seen the art installations strewn around the station. They look pretty cool and they add a nice touch to the station. The McBrooklyn blog had a post today Dog Killing Past Still Haunts Tom Otterness.
Turns out that in the name of “art” this low life son of a bitch decided that he would film himself shooting his adopted dog on film to show that
In 1977, I was a young artist having a very rough time. I had anger at myself and at the world. What I did was symbolic of how I was feeling internally and it is something I would never do today.
Words do not exist in the english language for what I feel towards this man. I could give a shit how long ago it was, and I could care less how difficult life was. NOTHING makes life hard enough for you to attempt to further your career by shooting a dog.
A dog. A fucking dog that he ADOPTED. Do you know what it means when adopt a dog? It means you’re saving the dog from death. And this piece of filth decided that he should further his career by shooting his new friend. If I believed in a hell, I would know that Tom Otterness would have a special place reserved for him.
So I have a big head. A seriously big head. My hat size is an 8. Yes, my head is bigger than Bary Bonds’ head.
So I was pretty upset to see that Amazon had a sale on fitted baseball caps, but not in my size. This is a sale that stretches far and wide, but still does not cover hats that are in my size. If you don’t have a head that rivals Sputnik in size.
