Robbie Cooper (b.1969) is a British artist working in photography, video, and explorable 3D. His work focuses on the similarities and differences between how people present themselves in reality, and their online personas.

Don’t vote for anyone who is a dick on election day.

A few months ago, I looked at the respective statements that Scott Adams (creator of Dilbert) and Bill Watterson (creator of Calvin and Hobbes) have made regarding the importance of higher education and what constitutes a ‘valuable career’. That post is here. I’m aware I’m flogging a dead horse a bit -we all know that Dilbert looks like it was [...]

An excerpt from Taboo (of Black Eyed Peas fame)’s new ‘autobiography’

Joe Nunweek reports from the front lines of the Incubattle

(I was asked to write the following as the text accompaniment to Dylan Scott’s “Google Squalor” this month, on exhibition at the University of Auckland’s Window Gallery. It’s a fine install, with a political edge that Auckland art doesn’t always have – less so, for example, than what you see in Wellington. Dylan talked persuasively about rock, copyright, Black Flag [...]

A disclaimer: I need to fully acknowledge that for all my fumbling and inarticulate attempts at getting to grips with this topic, I’m trespassing onto potentially painful and intimate territory as a male with the contents of this post (ie: triggering). That said, the only other NZ male commentary I’ve read on the Internet is this uncharacteristically dogshit summary from [...]

Part of an irregular series where one of the three of us will share interesting and frequently extraordinary articles we’ve found on the Internet (Rosabel also posted all the good articles here, two months ago). Huddle in and read up, all! The Limits Of Fuck You by Chris Ott | Shallow Rewards (June 2011) You can find an okay piece [...]

As sent to a television station in Florida seeking a part-time studio camera operator. Fuck human resources, professional templates, and qualifications. This is how it’s done. Hilarious and actually awfully poignant (“FILE BANK RUPP….No DAGREE”). If I owned some sort of business that could afford to fly him over to NZ and set him up, I’d employ him at the [...]

…I had only just slunk into a heavy, doleful sleep, fuelled on wine and Citalopram. I dreamt I was making the downhill descent into town on my bike, when this deafening bell rang behind me. I peeked around to see what, or who it was, couldn’t see a thing, turned to face forward. The second time it tolled, there was [...]