The Broccoli Chronicles, The Great Opening

Three weeks ago I but a bouquet of  broccoli in a plastic container filled up with glycerol, a chemical that supposedly preserves plants from decaying and today was the grand opening. I uncapped that bad boy and was at first stricken by a foul smell, but after removing the broccoli from the liquid and given it a quick rinse it smelled kind of (in lack of better words) fresh. There is a slight discolouring of the broccoli but otherwise it looks the same as when it went in to the glycerol bath. If my Broccoli stays the same I will mount it as a trophy and it will go up the wall.   

          

A Formless Work Orange

Digging around in the often very blatant racist material concerning colonialism I got stuck in the scientific racism. Particularly one picture caught my eye in its absurdness, unfortunately I couldn’t find any source from where it originated.

So I continue work with my fruit, oranges to be exact! This time looking at them the same way as the good old fashion raciologist would have done. Taking pictures of them from different angels, measuring them and keeping track of which country they where cultivated. I have noticed that most oranges available in Sweden tend to come from around the Mediterranean sea and they are quit hard to tell one and other apart. But I have confidence in a more scientific approach to the enigma that is Mediterranean oranges, maybe I even will find a superior orange, an überorange.  

Kollage av googlad apelsin