Blue Beanie Day 2009
I’m not just tarting up the pig, a hefty collection of pig facts and cultural observations are amassing here. The web standards side of things is more of a challenge to myself to look deeper into the code behind this site, just as the site looks deeper look into the relationships between pigs and humans.
Geocities Closes
In 1995 I became a Geocities homesteader. Pigs had been on my mind already for many years. And, because “pig” was probably the first word I typed into the first search engine I ever used, I knew pigs were under represented on the web. I was inspired to do something about that. My mission was clear and the concept of “Porkopolis” was born.
OPIGO
Last week, I helped a dear friend commit government-sanctioned assisted suicide. My friend could keenly feel the demolition that age and time works upon us. He understood and accepted the destiny fated to all people and things in a disposable society. He went quietly, with honor and a grace that belied the full-throttled energy with which he had shared his life with me.
Cloudspotting Pigs
So I’m headed out into this warm July afternoon to indulge in a life-affirming pastime and hoping to find out for certain… If a swine herder goes cloudspotting, what might he see?
Hog Haute Couture for After the Snoutbreak
Subvert your fear of the H1N1 Snoutbreak. Clothe yourself in fashionable armor that announces your indifference. Socio-industrial collapse? Baaah!
Vitruvian Swine and Flying Pigs – Redux
The image of the Vitruvian Swine idled in my imagination for several years before it debuted on Porkopolis.org. I have since discovered that many other folk have independently arrived at a similar conception of da Vinci and the swine. None of these have appealed to my inner oinkeological nature so much as the swine at Matt Buck’s Hack web site.
A Brief History of Pigs and Flight
The aerodynamic potential of pigs has long been debated. Is that plump body a proper fuselage? Can a curvilinear tail assembly function as a rudder? Will cloven appendages withstand the stress of landing? And, eh… Just where are the wings? Perhaps only the Walrus knows.



