tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311050319398013972024-03-05T02:16:55.939-08:00Digital Feuilletons"This song is Copyrighted in U.S., under Seal of Copyright #154085, for a period of 28 years, and anybody caught singin' it without our permission will be mighty good friends of ourn cause we don't give a dern. Publish it. Write it. Sing it. Swing to it. Yodel it. We wrote it, that's all we wanted to do."
—Woody Guthrie, in a songbook from the 1930s.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01180556463492892671noreply@blogger.comBlogger173125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831105031939801397.post-49576323667348433002011-06-14T06:45:00.000-07:002011-06-14T07:05:16.798-07:00tahi brain<p align="center"><br /><p align="center">Visual representations of the state of my mind.<br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618072618261235346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr0nhAHg9xP6GTNsRd1ww8gN8rYpebsOu9H39mREWPJPqIljUpAbA5ByOAmHt0KR_SD9aBosJrueniDaak5Po0c-tFZHOsIkMUvlnDt2kSfq8cyQCJ5Hw0zfT4xmuAXrsIYyJtdSnS/s400/b1.jpg" /></p><br /><p align="center">Boxes full of nothing.<br /><br /><br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618072618145344434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOjSaqnYGgIgzj7NozzhFFeTpOJLIIaqXBJSaa88maYVLtOxaCyfYugyBf8TkQAtFKWyWF0OK5zlBB2h5WpYeLKUs7K_bR7C_TiEZLkZcCSVq_ftf7AZJGbAv_T9arY4ZY0tCKGl5r/s400/b2.jpg" /> <br /><p align="center">Themselves composed of discarded, irrelevant, redundant information.<br /><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd3YqZ4lex0xelqkg5hU-Kwh6GhM9LOOPL0-NGbeH2uheMR2S2EGV9qYTQI09wa0R3PgkNMheSn8E-hIOxEA5T2lU6fZKOm95PQpbLr1z1Lk-a5Gc1wfq-818T3z1N6H2Cp6RTawb8/s1600/b3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618072612027918050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd3YqZ4lex0xelqkg5hU-Kwh6GhM9LOOPL0-NGbeH2uheMR2S2EGV9qYTQI09wa0R3PgkNMheSn8E-hIOxEA5T2lU6fZKOm95PQpbLr1z1Lk-a5Gc1wfq-818T3z1N6H2Cp6RTawb8/s400/b3.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmVlK8Tk0jadyCWxFlnm0GmVCOEzWZ9owiNBRstlPTlBEoZDyHwRiRqlZ94-1m-wGKvrGuQ0_bQHp3jP7y_lq1tXnbOgylRBI8yt5HFLckR-Y6Tl2OGyvuFuB2rLqJCsPx7J_2Z1jC/s1600/b4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618072606771022866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmVlK8Tk0jadyCWxFlnm0GmVCOEzWZ9owiNBRstlPTlBEoZDyHwRiRqlZ94-1m-wGKvrGuQ0_bQHp3jP7y_lq1tXnbOgylRBI8yt5HFLckR-Y6Tl2OGyvuFuB2rLqJCsPx7J_2Z1jC/s400/b4.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Pretty though, in their own way.<br /><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01180556463492892671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831105031939801397.post-68879206160513262222010-12-08T17:22:00.000-08:002010-12-08T17:25:31.406-08:001-Bit Symphony<div align="center"><br /><p><br /><br />We are sometimes very clever monkeys. I like that.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.1bitsymphony.com/">http://www.1bitsymphony.com/</a><br /><br /><br /><object width="400" height="225"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12244413&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=1&color=&fullscreen=1&autoplay=0&loop=0"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12244413&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=1&color=&fullscreen=1&autoplay=0&loop=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"></embed></object></p></div><p align="center"><a href="http://vimeo.com/12244413">Tristan Perich: 1-Bit Symphony (Part 1: Overview)</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/tristanperich">Tristan Perich</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.<br /><br /></p><br /><p><br /><p></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01180556463492892671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831105031939801397.post-63346605941521712332010-10-28T17:37:00.001-07:002010-10-28T17:48:59.930-07:00Big Foot the Monster<p><br /><p><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw5iJ42nNw3YgwV5kB6WB3HXFaA2pamkYEjseZVrxyyra0riambhdShFwnuErDaFH_iX1XUc1dRMw_XW3yFFTGs8gzWPXA2sKsGKLhvvxjWnVwXQpXn2ODqOV0LDb9PrpCi8U5aRle/s1600/big+fool.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533260750602030130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw5iJ42nNw3YgwV5kB6WB3HXFaA2pamkYEjseZVrxyyra0riambhdShFwnuErDaFH_iX1XUc1dRMw_XW3yFFTGs8gzWPXA2sKsGKLhvvxjWnVwXQpXn2ODqOV0LDb9PrpCi8U5aRle/s400/big+fool.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p><a href="http://www.fisher-price.com/fp.aspx?st=7080&e=product&pid=54776">http://www.fisher-price.com/fp.aspx?st=7080&e=product&pid=54776</a><br /><br />From the "Toys -backwards R- Us" ad copy above: <em>"He can throw a ball, lift weights, dream, walk, talk, rap and more! "<br /><br /></em>Sorry, "dream"?!<br /><br />I got no beef with hundred dollar toys that pound their fists, rap, and roll over, but 'dream'? No thank you. No toys with aspirations in my house.<br /><br />You're a toy, and you're always gonna be a toy. <p><br /><p><br /><br /></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01180556463492892671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831105031939801397.post-71066460231359144122010-08-21T21:55:00.000-07:002010-08-21T22:16:04.036-07:00"Gardyn"<p><br /><p align="center"><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cBN-CAhOYQ0?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cBN-CAhOYQ0?fs=1&hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><br /><br />The story behind "Gardyn": <a href="http://www.pogomix.net/the-story-behind-gardyn/">http://www.pogomix.net/the-story-behind-gardyn/</a></p><p><br /></p><p></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01180556463492892671noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831105031939801397.post-37548035023776643452010-08-17T11:30:00.000-07:002010-08-17T11:35:11.710-07:00Spartan chess.<p><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiolwYPzyhiF1vo8UjrWQL-J5cli8ZzLuvCcjiPDrHR7Kxx0yil-YoKPpYejw4uwjT1ghOwZmRPW9ntqiEl8VY7bjahw3g2TtC7gxDK59taMMVlwW7_VwRxSQ2l0R5PJYe9b3xsPoyG/s1600/SpartaQ4.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506448735573365410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiolwYPzyhiF1vo8UjrWQL-J5cli8ZzLuvCcjiPDrHR7Kxx0yil-YoKPpYejw4uwjT1ghOwZmRPW9ntqiEl8VY7bjahw3g2TtC7gxDK59taMMVlwW7_VwRxSQ2l0R5PJYe9b3xsPoyG/s400/SpartaQ4.JPG" /></a><br /></p><br /><p><br /><p><br /></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01180556463492892671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831105031939801397.post-67284430241490607922010-08-13T02:49:00.000-07:002010-08-16T16:42:33.170-07:00"If You Are On A Cell-phone You Will Not Be Served."<p><br /><p align="left"><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFqqxNJOeZshHGnyodS3rjCbTLjWYe6HM6ea2qNURx2CrcnvrU_s1t9zlOqnU5kC3bX31uCjYP_hxLeNbJmXyaqEMXVUxCyYX-aoHtXV4gp4ZoOZdDCsQNACxDI7eAn3pJxfQFDyo3/s1600/cellphonesingle2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504839459563568626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFqqxNJOeZshHGnyodS3rjCbTLjWYe6HM6ea2qNURx2CrcnvrU_s1t9zlOqnU5kC3bX31uCjYP_hxLeNbJmXyaqEMXVUxCyYX-aoHtXV4gp4ZoOZdDCsQNACxDI7eAn3pJxfQFDyo3/s400/cellphonesingle2.jpg" /></a>About four years ago, fed up with being treated like an ATM by the pinheads on their cellphones, I put up this sign at the video store. I also posted it on <a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e171/ginsoak/cellphonesingle2.jpg">Photobucket</a>, emailed it to a few fellow retail-monkeys, put it on my MySpace page (This pic is a later one, but shows the original sign in its original place: <a href="http://www.myspace.com/ginsoak/photos/61960451">http://www.myspace.com/ginsoak/photos/61960451</a> ).<br /><br />Last night I went to the midnight premiere of "Scott Pilgram vs the World". I'm a big fan of the director Edgar Wright, and the early reviews were great, so I decided to catch it early.<br /><br />About 10 minutes into the film the Scott character gets a call from his bitchy sister Stacey, who works as a barista. Something in the background catches my eye; look at the sign over her left shoulder:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIy0ArkHCNuTdeikzmrPRzwojOJR49Duw3KuyD8jJUChDrXTS8DCdCfAoJvKr7lZ-SbEDyjOftgSCeKHNIlbkDwP6y32grZWnux6VTQTn_Zx1PAZOk9wABw6hccZS4jng5oBu7_wx_/s1600/Stacey+Pilgram.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505055061152865170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIy0ArkHCNuTdeikzmrPRzwojOJR49Duw3KuyD8jJUChDrXTS8DCdCfAoJvKr7lZ-SbEDyjOftgSCeKHNIlbkDwP6y32grZWnux6VTQTn_Zx1PAZOk9wABw6hccZS4jng5oBu7_wx_/s400/Stacey+Pilgram.JPG" /></a><br /><br />And for easier comparison:<br /><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSVPrb7a15MFrKzAk8VoPEZGBTWmLxb1TTrUOdIbO4iQLMlEY1BRUnAM-MM5lEujBIXhcxFsnuSBnDEHrh5SnuvB4By4yVy60FXIsj6Z5E_UgyTSjCWKViFqJolobvGQgAWwmzYPw5/s1600/Stacey+Pilgram+COMPARISON.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505055408900202050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSVPrb7a15MFrKzAk8VoPEZGBTWmLxb1TTrUOdIbO4iQLMlEY1BRUnAM-MM5lEujBIXhcxFsnuSBnDEHrh5SnuvB4By4yVy60FXIsj6Z5E_UgyTSjCWKViFqJolobvGQgAWwmzYPw5/s400/Stacey+Pilgram+COMPARISON.jpg" /></a><br />Four years after putting this up out of frustration with shitty customers it works its way to Hollywood, where some set designer/art director decides it's a good background sign for a bitchy barista....<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">AWESOME!!!<br /></span></strong><br /></p><p><br /><p></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01180556463492892671noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831105031939801397.post-23225100415826168362010-08-04T14:45:00.001-07:002010-08-04T14:51:31.037-07:00Happy birthday, to my favorite President.<p><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiFOmn0dn9vHWxnefF6DmP9MipgyKPc48qcDM-QX80SwvCGipmkJs5RR0IQQ-EGwA-Gj-kg8wz22EakJLA3GgpQz3VY4huI70VkBxlc5lNaUS33p2bKB3mAD-Bg2txgXxx57Y9DNjc/s1600/obama_shaka.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501674177846813890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiFOmn0dn9vHWxnefF6DmP9MipgyKPc48qcDM-QX80SwvCGipmkJs5RR0IQQ-EGwA-Gj-kg8wz22EakJLA3GgpQz3VY4huI70VkBxlc5lNaUS33p2bKB3mAD-Bg2txgXxx57Y9DNjc/s400/obama_shaka.jpg" /></a><br />And don't let the bastards get you down; it took Clinton over <em>5 years</em> to turn around the Republican-gutted economy he inherited. I still believe: Yes We Can©.</p><p><br /><p></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01180556463492892671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831105031939801397.post-42379318035478095662010-07-30T02:00:00.000-07:002010-07-30T02:37:12.817-07:00Then click "Next"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKo0rcQvHU7mBbf2uxZNx8oDPQbE5dWGsUfuy59kVU6dD6qkYUQiy5HTFKHkAV2I6vrw94fDgPsV5WsQNbpjGgBMVpeWlPgJuWXg1KO6DD_2mGVDfXLRl4V17YuXvbAJxiY3afYC3F/s1600/click+next+150.bmp"></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj3BAizPobLFfurE9XvxpBfimgoWOqwsrB-b9-HFBT7j8xdTwg5k1WU7ZyoIQ9Nh3Rz-VpjHvpWsHLom2hNTcpJyjntVn2Ar9TupgBLJrSbdWvJX1N1el3nHO5HDiLhU0lUkbEA55C/s1600/click+next.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499629295353597298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj3BAizPobLFfurE9XvxpBfimgoWOqwsrB-b9-HFBT7j8xdTwg5k1WU7ZyoIQ9Nh3Rz-VpjHvpWsHLom2hNTcpJyjntVn2Ar9TupgBLJrSbdWvJX1N1el3nHO5HDiLhU0lUkbEA55C/s400/click+next.bmp" /></a><br />Nothing inspires confidence quite like neglecting to proof </div><div align="center">your new account application instructions.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><br /><br /><br /><p></p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01180556463492892671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831105031939801397.post-29000217619677548442010-07-28T21:52:00.000-07:002010-07-28T22:08:09.796-07:00Psalm 98:4<p align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>"Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all the earth:<br />make a loud noise, and rejoice, and sing praise."</em></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><br /></em><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUDd4lE65JQTq-GKForinWrGys-XbHbyKAlfVH8i0ia4w3vEeIEi5V8BSXThMFm1OLVIMw1V0uJJqXAo5iydvUSfKUfHmOz3K8BfXAQ4XfD2cfmcu___M_1L6f-3_K7eYuUd4PAUOF/s1600/tumblr_l6a2oeHSoQ1qapkmyo1_400.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499187102336865458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUDd4lE65JQTq-GKForinWrGys-XbHbyKAlfVH8i0ia4w3vEeIEi5V8BSXThMFm1OLVIMw1V0uJJqXAo5iydvUSfKUfHmOz3K8BfXAQ4XfD2cfmcu___M_1L6f-3_K7eYuUd4PAUOF/s400/tumblr_l6a2oeHSoQ1qapkmyo1_400.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Apparently Jesus was in Dethklok. </span></p><P><BR><P>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01180556463492892671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831105031939801397.post-72964377385698318962010-06-30T15:09:00.001-07:002010-06-30T15:16:09.815-07:00There's Stop-Motion, and there's Stop-Motion...<p><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">... and then there's Ray Harryhausen:</span><br /><br /><p><object width="420" height="360"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U9kmjW73-v4&border=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U9kmjW73-v4&border=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="420" height="360"></embed></object><p><br /><p><br /><br /><br /></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01180556463492892671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831105031939801397.post-27026283971078045072010-06-27T21:09:00.001-07:002010-06-27T21:12:06.121-07:00...<p><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4V2JNtkAK8tQprH1qay5ZacJpcOWDppRuWEGSaUIoLm5Ig2bMqJ3KQvMjhl_kqE9B3ys6bxcZolsWmRaZfgo6tZPLRezVF3NY8giJ0UyQRbAkGP-KjahwsS34PoXOh7VpiLpBSu30/s1600/meditate.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487671855264623698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4V2JNtkAK8tQprH1qay5ZacJpcOWDppRuWEGSaUIoLm5Ig2bMqJ3KQvMjhl_kqE9B3ys6bxcZolsWmRaZfgo6tZPLRezVF3NY8giJ0UyQRbAkGP-KjahwsS34PoXOh7VpiLpBSu30/s400/meditate.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;"><em>serenity<br /></em></span><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01180556463492892671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831105031939801397.post-30265670959152322972010-06-13T12:29:00.000-07:002010-06-13T12:44:29.728-07:00Best "Wings" cover EVER.<p><p><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I stole this from an article on <a href="http://www.theworld.org/2010/06/11/pato-fu/">'theworld.org</a>":</span></strong></p><p><br /><object width="420" height="252"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mVHoaTmvBFM&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mVHoaTmvBFM&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="252"></embed></object></p><p><p><p><em><br />"Consider this: in their version of Live and Let Die, the members of Pato Fu are all playing toy instruments. A toy piano, tiny drum kit, a baby-scale electric guitar, a plastic synth-keyboard with two octaves. </em></p><p><em>It’s part of a music video genre loosely known as VideoSong. The rules for videosongs can be summed up as what you hear is what you get: the sounds MUST be seen in the video, no lip-syncing allowed. And in Pato Fu’s VideoSong, they nail the Paul McCartney and Wings classic."</em></p><p><p><p><br /> </p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01180556463492892671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831105031939801397.post-83160920199073370522010-06-07T15:24:00.000-07:002010-06-07T16:20:29.534-07:00How to "wail":<p></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><b></b></span></p><b><div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b>Bill Kirchen, 'Titan of the Telecaster', playing Hot Rod Lincoln</b></span></div></b><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><object width="420" height="335"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vGpr-Zy_wRs&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vGpr-Zy_wRs&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="335"></embed></object></p><p>It's pretty amazing work right from the start, but it slips into <i>crazy-fun</i> around 2:40.<br /><br /><br /></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01180556463492892671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831105031939801397.post-46847769664977503282010-06-01T16:43:00.001-07:002010-07-11T13:03:18.932-07:00Dare you to solve it.<P><BR><P><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeaiT9vJTen2PrynbCLBBLMW9EcpanL-rSUJyPPsLQST5_SxseTBBQbGhxhRf1DxoWHqvKqrgOR1bdmEzOXd3z2dN0CW5slEPqtljJ5auwgEXTCdfENIfm2Rs_CV5e38IfcH7YDF6p/s1600/th_rubiks_stand02.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492741519883773202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeaiT9vJTen2PrynbCLBBLMW9EcpanL-rSUJyPPsLQST5_SxseTBBQbGhxhRf1DxoWHqvKqrgOR1bdmEzOXd3z2dN0CW5slEPqtljJ5auwgEXTCdfENIfm2Rs_CV5e38IfcH7YDF6p/s400/th_rubiks_stand02.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUtalorJeyxJhxiRW72hbrzUlfbqGCkXOZ1_YWE-5HdHOYo_tAXYBL1gfA2M2Efj09watQns26i69UzJzNyuPZleckGriM3DRtH5DcopL21TBXKgRoWXaK8mAlWGLblG-GzuerfA9b/s1600/th_Rubik3-10_04.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492739707818033538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUtalorJeyxJhxiRW72hbrzUlfbqGCkXOZ1_YWE-5HdHOYo_tAXYBL1gfA2M2Efj09watQns26i69UzJzNyuPZleckGriM3DRtH5DcopL21TBXKgRoWXaK8mAlWGLblG-GzuerfA9b/s400/th_Rubik3-10_04.jpg" /></a><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492740106176642322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6btR0taaMJMYprw1lIFGzSz7kmgXb3eITE97ZMpcbs-kjCjBkL7RMhCuo6qAtu8WWPzBCdYGXthjlEMqT0oblqmphv3jX6w5sj4Fb1rD9WRj2zsoxNKcYuhoIMpH6Z16gHRGA7oaA/s400/th_Rubik3-10_02.jpg" /> <a href="http://www.hellraiserpuzzlebox.com/rubiks.html">http://www.hellraiserpuzzlebox.com/rubiks.html</a><br /><br /><br /><p></p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01180556463492892671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831105031939801397.post-6839003230720900282010-05-27T22:16:00.000-07:002010-07-08T19:40:07.173-07:00Orrin McClellan, a falling star. I miss your laugh, man.<p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"></span><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLtBDj95k8eYOO7MgVgx4qjluInY2UwDuuuwmJZ8AtjmABbl4zpY42ix1jEVwZliwF8JoCnY2jXwodlaDJ8Kn3mS4OaQWdF1m_6OLoUwtslYo2MmHQHsBWY2QiGU5QhQj16Af6TJet/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476188719836966738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLtBDj95k8eYOO7MgVgx4qjluInY2UwDuuuwmJZ8AtjmABbl4zpY42ix1jEVwZliwF8JoCnY2jXwodlaDJ8Kn3mS4OaQWdF1m_6OLoUwtslYo2MmHQHsBWY2QiGU5QhQj16Af6TJet/s400/6.jpg" /></a> <p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"></p><p></span></p><p>These vids are just little bits I had on my camera. The bottom three are just him working my RX-7 through her paces around the island. I wish (<em>I wish) </em>I had shot more.<br />The first one (across the fire, him strumming) is my favorite.<br /><br />(Fuck, I miss you man).</p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"><br /><a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=42898151">Around the firepit.</a><object width="425" height="360"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=42898151,t=1,mt=video"><br /><embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=42898151,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=394682527">Best Summer Ever 2008</a> <a href="http://vids.myspace.com/">MySpace Video</a></span><br /><br /><br /><p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"><br /><a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=42864571">Passing with Orrin.</a><object width="425" height="360"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=42864571,t=1,mt=video"><br /><embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=42864571,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/bestsummerever2008">Best Summer Ever 2008</a> <a href="http://vids.myspace.com/">MySpace Video</a></span><br /><p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"><br /><a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=42863409">Cornering with Orrin.</a><object width="425" height="360"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=42863409,t=1,mt=video"><br /><embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=42863409,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/bestsummerever2008">Best Summer Ever 2008</a> <a href="http://vids.myspace.com/">MySpace Video</a></span><br /><p><br /><br /></p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"><p><br /><a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=42863312">Driving with Orrin.</a><object width="425" height="360"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=42863312,t=1,mt=video"><br /><embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=42863312,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/bestsummerever2008">Best Summer Ever 2008</a> <a href="http://vids.myspace.com/">MySpace Video</a></p><p></span></p><p><br /><br /><p></p><p><strong>Addendum: </strong>This is a video Orrin made a few years ago and posted on Youtube. His description:<br /><br />"<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>this generation's wars from eyes on the ground...the faces and names are placeholders. those who were there remember. the rest can only watch"<br /></em></span><br /><object width="425" height="360"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sq8NBYErudE&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sq8NBYErudE&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="360"></embed></object></p><p><br />I found it through this article (© by Lily Casura): <a href="http://www.healingcombattrauma.com/2010/07/anatomy-of-a-suicide-only-halfway-home-from-war.html">http://www.healingcombattrauma.com/2010/07/anatomy-of-a-suicide-only-halfway-home-from-war.html</a><br /><p></p><p><br /><br /><br /><p></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01180556463492892671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831105031939801397.post-12911699260081828892010-05-27T15:13:00.000-07:002010-05-27T15:44:52.053-07:00pixels<p><p>Reposted (stolen) from my friend <a href="http://blog.riotnrrd.net/pixel-246">Mike's blog</a>.<br /><br />This is the sort of moment the internet excels at. Oddly to me (considering the topic) this doesn't even mention the internet, but without the 'net I wouldn't have had the chance to see, enjoy, repost.</p><p>Anyways, this is a <em>great</em> 10 minute doc:<br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7mqAZ06dwKU&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xd0d0d0&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7mqAZ06dwKU&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xd0d0d0&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="420" height="255"></embed></object><br /></p><p><br /><p><p></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01180556463492892671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831105031939801397.post-34443319070354109642010-05-21T11:24:00.000-07:002010-05-21T11:39:04.717-07:00Sound advice.<p><br />Chris Lowe: "If you just want to create a Pet Shop Boys sound instantly you can program some drumbeats and then play an A-minor chord over it: “Oh, God, that sounds like the Pet Shop Boys. Oh, <em>that’s</em> the trick, is it?"<br /><br />Original article: <a href="http://out.com/detail.asp?id=25235">http://out.com/detail.asp?id=25235</a><br /></p><p><p></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01180556463492892671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831105031939801397.post-22082660373150105482010-05-21T00:14:00.000-07:002010-05-21T00:23:22.087-07:00God Bless The Internet:<p><p><a href="http://www.10yearsofbeingboring.com/">http://www.10yearsofbeingboring.com/</a><br /><p><p></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01180556463492892671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831105031939801397.post-25183529580840388552010-05-20T21:55:00.000-07:002010-05-20T22:22:32.776-07:00I heart the '80s<p><p>Inspired by some recent postings by my friend <a href="http://blog.riotnrrd.net/here-is-nothing-in-the-world-better-than-impe-0">Mike</a> I started thinking about the music from the '80s. Some outstanding goddamn songs were written amidst all the (otherwise still pretty good) pop. Here are two that will forever break my heart: <p><br /><p><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j3WUHNpxov4&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j3WUHNpxov4&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="255"></embed></object><br /><p>"Somebody" from Depeche Mode <p><p><br /><p><p></p><p><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pn_uWqlbdOM&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pn_uWqlbdOM&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="255"></embed></object><p>"Your Funny Uncle" by the Pet Shop Boys <p><br /><p></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01180556463492892671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831105031939801397.post-57700738212355436752010-05-19T20:46:00.001-07:002010-05-20T23:29:04.300-07:00One of my favorite scenes...<p><p><p>...from one of my favorite films:<br /><p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7aPY8sCDjEYL5lVlmQdIWAlw4JmQrihJJRSejkf5_kgaVUDlsgsYrJ8HF6QgaaOch1mwh5uA-Un4hiVq4EBTwQA58rzKezyatTnIidQUKuRt0V1ZlF3e5HCQRc4hVeK1uf7DaHGLF/s1600/Godard+early.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473193630543685266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7aPY8sCDjEYL5lVlmQdIWAlw4JmQrihJJRSejkf5_kgaVUDlsgsYrJ8HF6QgaaOch1mwh5uA-Un4hiVq4EBTwQA58rzKezyatTnIidQUKuRt0V1ZlF3e5HCQRc4hVeK1uf7DaHGLF/s400/Godard+early.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Later in the film:<br />Ferdinand: "I wonder what's keeping the cops. We should be in jail by now".<br />Marianne: "They're smart. They let people destroy themselves".<br /></p><p>This film comes damn close to achieving the impossible; it is almost absolute cinematic perfection. <p><p><p><br /><br /><br /></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01180556463492892671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831105031939801397.post-29625194101343977712010-05-13T14:53:00.000-07:002010-05-13T15:17:08.161-07:00"Malamanteau"<p><p><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>"Today's xkcd comic introduced an unusual word — </em>malamanteau<em> — by giving its supposed definition on Wikipedia. The only trouble is that the word (as well as its supposed wiki-page) did not in fact exist. Naturally, much ado ensued at the supposed wiki-page, which was swiftly created in response to the comic. BBC America has more on how the comic and the confusion it caused have put the Net in a tizzy. It turns out that a malamanteau is a portmanteau of portmanteau and malapropism, but also a malapropism of portmanteau. All this puts Wikipedia in the confusing position of not allowing a page for an undefined word whose meaning is defined via the Wikipedia page for that word — and now I have to lie down for a moment."</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><p><br />Original post, with links intact: <a href="http://news.slashdot.org/story/10/05/13/183221/Wikipedia-Is-Not-Amused-By-Entry-For-xkcd-Coined-Word?from=rss&utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed:+Slashdot/slashdot+(Slashdot)&utm_content=Google+Reader">http://news.slashdot.org/story/10/05/13/183221/Wikipedia-Is-Not-Amused-By-Entry-For-xkcd-Coined-Word?from=rss&utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed:+Slashdot/slashdot+(Slashdot)&utm_content=Google+Reader</a></p><p><br />Brilliant! This is the kinda shit that makes my heart-cockles giggle.<br /><br />Not only is it the sort of subversive use of a medium (forcing it to examine itself; define itself; defend itself) that the best underground newspapers or guerrilla artists challenge with, it's a perfect example of the magic & playfulness hidden within our bastard-child of a language.<br /><br /></p><p><p></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01180556463492892671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831105031939801397.post-86146651050216833522010-05-11T00:22:00.000-07:002010-05-11T11:08:38.999-07:00www.xtranormal.com<p><p><br /><br /><object height="345" width="420"><param name="movie" value="http://www.xtranormal.com/site_media/players/jwplayer.swf"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="flashvars" value="height=345&width=420&file=http://newvideos.xtranormal.com/standard/606e1e02-5c79-11df-8877-003048d6740d_18_standard_medium-flv.flv&image=http://newvideos.xtranormal.com/standard/606e1e02-5c79-11df-8877-003048d6740d_18_standard_poster.jpg&link=http://www.xtranormal.com/watch/6561783&searchbar=false&autostart=false"><embed src="http://www.xtranormal.com/site_media/players/jwplayer.swf" width="420" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="height=345&width=420&file=http://newvideos.xtranormal.com/standard/606e1e02-5c79-11df-8877-003048d6740d_18_standard_medium-flv.flv&image=http://newvideos.xtranormal.com/standard/606e1e02-5c79-11df-8877-003048d6740d_18_standard_poster.jpg&link=http://www.xtranormal.com/watch/6561783&searchbar=false&autostart=false"></embed></object><object height="345" width="420"><param name="movie" value="http://www.xtranormal.com/site_media/players/embedded-xnl-stats.swf"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.xtranormal.com/site_media/players/embedded-xnl-stats.swf" width="1" height="1" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed></object><br /><br /><p><br /><br />My friend LaBrecque hipped me to this website called 'xtra normal' that lets you create little movies just by typing in text and adding a few effects. As they describe themselves:<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#009900;">"Make your own 3D movies in minutes. xtranormal offers a wide variety of characters, sets, and animations that you can easily add to any movie you create. Cast your actors, write your script, and share your movie with your friends and family. And the best part is, you don't need a huge budget or a film crew."<br /><br /></span></em>This then is my first little jab playing around with their software. It's a little clunky (the artificial voices need a little work), but for a free site it's kinda fun.<br /><br /></p><p><br /><p></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01180556463492892671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831105031939801397.post-28103010911071764412010-05-08T12:21:00.001-07:002010-05-20T23:35:07.029-07:00The word for word is word.<p><p>I love our language, always have. It's a hodge-podge (German) scramble (Old Norse) of various influences (Latin), but because of all that historical 'fresh blood' it's playful, mutable, and charming (French, from Latin) to me (Old High German ('me' is Old High German, I'm an Old Drunk American)).<br /><br />This love is both caused by and cause for a lifetime love of books. Little jabs of ink on boiled-out wood; new worlds, new thoughts, new understandings. Plus, hell, sometimes the words on a page are just fun; reading is a good time.<br /><br />However, there is the occasional literary eyepoke one must suffer when digging between the covers. Such as this, which may be the most disappointing sentence I've ever read that was actually published in a book:<br /><br /><blockquote><i><br />Here, the atmosphere was saturated with an homogenized odor of frying clams, grilling frankfurters, and baking pizzas, which, emanating from a few short-order stands, was carried in visible suspension on a greasy smog that formed an essential oil for the saccharine smell of spun-sugar candy, and that was pulsated over the entire area by shock waves of electronically produced rock and roll coming from competing public-address bellows in the various arcades.</i><br /></blockquote><br /><br />Strangely enough the same book contains a sentence that works (on me at least) like a small poem: <p><br /><blockquote><i>Someday it would be a road with speed limits, directional signs, and median markings, and would be buttressed by acres of dirt fill supporting gas stations with strings of flapping pennants and bedroom cabins with elfin porches, gaudy trim, and tiny windows into which the sweep of headlights would steal at night and whisk across the gleaming backs of lovers.</i></blockquote><p><br />The argument can be made they are both poor sentences. Both are run-ons, both have far too many adjectives, both are intended to provide 'atmosphere' as opposed to advancing the plot.<br /><br />The first sentence in particular is a perfect example. Way too long for what little it provides, and almost every noun in it is preceded by an adjective (frying clams, visible suspension, essential oil, competing bellows), giving the read a staccato, first-draft feel.<br /><br />But I think the second sentence works for me for the same reason the first one doesn't; <em>us</em>. The first sentence is lacking any direct reference to a person. The clam is fried, the air is full of greasy rock music, the arcades are, er, various. But nobody's eating the frankfurters, shouting over the music, or filling the arcades. It's a human world without humans.<br /><br />In the second sentence, tho, we get the sweep of headlights across the backs of lovers. That's the image that gets to me. Not the lovers, but the sweeping lights at night. The image is immediate, yet nostalgic. Long roadtrips, cool clean sheets, familiar yet alien motel room, and the second most beautiful sound humans can make; the soft riverlike susurration of a distant interstate. Magic.<br /><br />I love our language, always have. <p><br /><p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01180556463492892671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831105031939801397.post-46111636008997589352010-05-07T13:12:00.000-07:002010-05-07T14:03:39.938-07:00Futures from the past used today.<p><p><br /><p>Track down this documentary "Future By Design" about social visionary/engineer Jacque Fresco:<br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hc7x79kJ1S0&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hc7x79kJ1S0&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="255"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Then go see the new "Iron Man 2" (it's good, trust me); somebody did their research for the Howard Stark (Tony Stark's father) character.<br /><br />I swear he is a combo of Jacque Fresco's creativity, Howard Hughes' success (and war-profiteering), plus a dash of Walt Disney's 'charm'. Some of the designs (and by extension, certain plot-points (image at 1:16 in this trailer, I'm looking at you)) in "IM2" are almost exactly the same as Fresco's designs from 40 or 50 years ago.<br /><br />BTW, I'll take my flying car & curvilinear home now, please.<br /></p><p><br /><p></p><p></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01180556463492892671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-831105031939801397.post-69821676957968879842010-04-27T22:26:00.000-07:002010-04-27T22:53:13.792-07:00Thank goodness for that healthcare overhall; now we can eat whatever we want, right?<p><p align="center"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#996633;">Caffeinated Maple-Bacon Lollipops</span><br /><br /><br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwPmGL4lDHwS892A5_V59a8Ajebp8iqUvUaPU3QS801ec1lh0itUfp4rtKthoy1Dufjk2hSfzEGGFi6t7U-pBtpZRohFKPnLdaaYyhdH7L3dgl2zwUW5_fC995LvlveG6r9O7mlZhl/s1600/caffeinated_maple_bacon_lollipops.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465060944400598066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwPmGL4lDHwS892A5_V59a8Ajebp8iqUvUaPU3QS801ec1lh0itUfp4rtKthoy1Dufjk2hSfzEGGFi6t7U-pBtpZRohFKPnLdaaYyhdH7L3dgl2zwUW5_fC995LvlveG6r9O7mlZhl/s400/caffeinated_maple_bacon_lollipops.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>"Behold <strong>Caffeinated Maple-Bacon Lollipops</strong>; look at them and cheer. For not only are they each a time-tested wonder of organic, sustainably farmed bacon mixed with a deluge of delicious Vermont maple syrup, but they are loaded with the same amount of caffeine as an energy drink!"</em><br /><br /><a href="http://www.thinkgeek.com/caffeine/candy/d85e/">http://www.thinkgeek.com/caffeine/candy/d85e/</a></div><p><p></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01180556463492892671noreply@blogger.com0