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boingboing_net
Boing Boing
Sun, Jul. 5th, 2009 12:55 am

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Here's my friend and neighbour Matt Webb (part of the Schulze and Webb design consultancy) addressing Copenhagen's Reboot conference on what the role of a designer was and is in the 21st century. It's a great Webbrant, thought-provoking, learned, wide-ranging, weird and great.

Reboot (via Warren Ellis)


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boingboing_net
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Sun, Jul. 5th, 2009 12:52 am

The latest cheap trick from Can-rockers Cheap Trick is an album released on an 8-track tape. Bah! My album will be released in the form of incidental grooving on the side of a thrown pot made in the style of ancient Greek potters!
As you might imagine, finding a manufacturer today for the 8-track version of Cheap Trick's The Latest wasn't easy. "There was a lot of looking under rocks," admits Frey, who finally found a small plant in Dallas, Tex., for the retro-fit. "They're expensive to make, and they don't make very many at a time," he says of the cartridge which will sell to the public for something close to $30.

The new album, issued on Cheap Trick's own label, is comprised of 12 songs broken into four sets of three songs each - suites that unfortunately don't fit nicely into the four 10-minute programs of standard 8-tracks, but which may be available at some point as a three-for-the-price-of-one deal on iTunes. As Frey explains the discount, "We're kind of more worried about being ignored than being ripped off."

Cheap Trick brings back the 8-track


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Sun, Jul. 5th, 2009 12:49 am


A reader writes, "Take one part Threadless shirt design and one part cake mix, add in some fondant and frosting and you have Threadcakes: An online cake contest based on transforming Threadless designs into cakes."

Threadcakes Gallery! :: Threadcakes: A Threadless Cake


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Boing Boing
Sun, Jul. 5th, 2009 12:46 am

Behold the awesome suction power of the airplane toilet, capable of slurping up an entire roll of toilet paper in one go. Don't clog the tank, though, or chunks of shit-ice will start to fall off the undercarriage, killing people with icy B.M.s (pun courtesy of Mr Spider Robinson).

The Airplane Toilet Paper Experiment (Thanks, Fipi Lele!)


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overheardnyc
Overheard in New York
Sun, Jul. 5th, 2009 04:00 am

Crazy dude with shades to woman chatting with friend: You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna blow you, suck you, fuck the two of you bitches hard, you know why? Cause I'm a faggot!
Women: (blank stare)
Crazy dude with shades: Then I can kill you, too. (maniacal laughter)
Women: (continue their jovial conversation)

--F Train

Overheard by: Craig


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Sun, Jul. 5th, 2009 12:53 am
[info]dnalounge update

DNA Lounge update, wherein the kiosks are on the chopping block.


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Sun, Jul. 5th, 2009 01:41 am

For the three or four of you who haven't yet seen Dance Floor Dale:



Awwwww yeah.

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chadmichaelward
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Sun, Jul. 5th, 2009 02:21 am
Lea thompson introducing Red Dawn at New Bev!

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Sun, Jul. 5th, 2009 12:00 am


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Sun, Jul. 5th, 2009 10:50 am



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overheardnyc
Overheard in New York
Sun, Jul. 5th, 2009 02:00 am

Stressed fashionista to BFF: Do you know where I can get a decent elliptical machine for $600 for my apartment?
BFF: No. Have you tried Craigslist?
Stressed fashionista: Already tried Craigslist...maybe I just need a punching bag.
BFF: I know those are on Craigslist. Look under "personals" for "sub m looking for dominant f."

--57th St & 6th Ave


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Sat, Jul. 4th, 2009 11:03 pm

Where can one find a study friendly place (other than Blenz) in Richmond?  I don't really want to venture all the way over into Vancouver to get to The Grind or Waves...

Thanks in advance!!

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Greenstorm
Sat, Jul. 4th, 2009 10:34 pm

Speaking of tattooes, there are two more I intend on getting: my season tree and ecclesiastes 3:1-8 (note for later consideration). Piotr was the first person besides myself I ever heard verbalise the connection between a nature religion/pagan/Demeter stuff and the cyclic nature of everything from circumstances to emotion and thought, but that concept has been absolutely central to my intellectual and emotional being more or less since I achieved the ability to worry about my mental/emotional survival. Season change, or more accurately the growth/decay/humous cycle, is such a solid and overarching metaphor in my mind that it can hold me all by itself when things are bad, and it can tether me when I start to fly too high. Experience informs and strengthens this lifeline of mine.

Having said that, I've just finished with a lot of bad patches lately, and blood days are just over, and I realise I need to start keeping track of these things again. The move disrupted my calender on which I'd been marking my period because the damned thing wasn't on the wall where I was, my cycle itself got badly disrupted a couple of months ago and is perhaps just stabilising now, and in that time of chaos things slid a bit: I contemplated the murder of my coworker (shouldn't there be a name for that, like matricide and infanticide? I spend more awake time with her than even with my boyfriend, it is a special case), I moved three people (myself and my freeloader roommate in to the new place, and my disappearing roommate out after she left with only what she felt like taking) with all the move-out cleaning that entailed.

I'm looking forward to some good bits-- to some more intense socialisation (more intense than seeing each friend once every three months if at all), to money and work and enjoyment thereof if I can insist on a day or two a week working either alone or with someone else in the company, to writing a little and fucking some and doing a little cooking. Basically, I'm looking forward to not being too stressed out to keep my head on straight.

That's all.

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Greenstorm
Sat, Jul. 4th, 2009 10:23 pm

It's -pretty- but the colour hasn't settled into my brain yet. But it is PRETTY.

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Greenstorm
Sat, Jul. 4th, 2009 10:08 pm

The tattoo on the front of my thigh got colour today. It's fascinating how ink settles into my mind and body-- it really makes me revise my idea of self-image. This is not something I have done that I've put on myself and it hangs out there. This is first an idea, then a collaboration, then a physical process as its put on, then a point of attention on my body where it hurts and requires care and looks like an alien. After a week or two or three there's a visual process where the ink settles-- right now everything is raised where the needles freaked the skin out, and the ink appears to sit on the surface of those raised lines. The ink migrates down inside the skin visually over the next few weeks, and the raised areas subside. Redness fades. And then there's this thing, a tattoo sitting inside my skin.

At some point my brain switches from 'there's this thing on your skin' (which is where I expected it to stay) to 'this is part of your body'. This piece on the front of my thigh is something I can see every day, very different from the one on my ass, but with the outline there was this same process. First I'd look at it (pretty often, cause it's cool) and think, 'that looks nice' or 'that has a weird texture' or 'what do I think of that shape or line?'. Then the mental settling happened, sometime after the physical ink dropped visually inside my skin, and the artwork mentally became a part of my body. I admire it sometimes, like I admire the tendons in my hands or the musculature of my body or anything else I happen to notice, but I admire it from within, as an extension of myself (my arm, my leg, my tattoo, my bicep).

This leads to some kind of interesting complications - not serious ones, but I do have someone else's artwork on me, and I feel a responsibility to keep that artwork in reasonable condition and not, for instance, sunburn it a bunch which would age it prematurely. I feel a little more protective of it than I would my ordinary skin, even though I'm really quite fond of my skin.

I also think of my body as something of a canvas now, instead of 'only' my body-- when I think of the other things I want on it, or whether I do, I think in terms of positive and negative space on my body and whether things will go with other things in the required fashion.

So in short, the tattoo feels more subsumed into my identity than i expected, and my self-image has expanded to include myself, not as a tattooed person specifically, but as an artistic whole with very specific visually artistic aspects.

Anyhow, rambling.

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Sat, Jul. 4th, 2009 11:59 pm

I hope you all had a wonderful Fourth of July. Rob and I celebrated by going for a walk in Riverside Park. The weather was nearly perfect. We chose not to fight the crowds to see the fireworks and now, at 1:20 am we are still able to listen to them as various neighbors continue to blow things up.

No, no. Don’t mind us. We were awake anyway.

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Sat, Jul. 4th, 2009 10:47 pm
Boomboom. )

Current Location: Housen.
Current Music: Jason Aldean - Big Green Tractor

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Sun, Jul. 5th, 2009 03:26 am


Jimi Hendrix performs “The Star-Spangled Banner” at the Woodstock Festival in upstate New York, 1969. You can hear the bombs, screams and ear-splitting jetfire of Vietnam in that guitar.

At first, I just figured I’d take a minute to mark the occasion of this country’s birth with the above clip of Hendrix’s string/mind/soul-bending rendition of the U.S. National Anthem.  It’s been almost exactly 40 years since the footage was shot at Woodstock, during late summer, in the astoundingly eventful year of 1969.

Then I got to thinking a bit more about 1969. Egads, what a dense historical American nerve cluster! Over the course of those twelve months, one seriously heavy, snaking cultural current swept humanity in some exhilarating and alarming directions. Countless aspects of life as we now know it were irrevocably changed, and it all basically happened overnight.

In a piece written recently for USA Today, cultural anthropologist Jeremy Wallach called 1969 “the apotheosis and decline of the counterculture” and Rob Kirkpatrick, author of 1969: The Year Everything Changed said: “I don’t think it’s even debatable. There’s an America before ‘69, and an America after ‘69.”

To give me and mah feller ‘Merkins something to chew on today besides corn on the cob, here’s a list of just a few of the country’s more momentous occurrences, circa 1969:

The whole world watched, breathless, as the lunar module Eagle landed and Neil Armstrong took his first steps on the Moon.  Dr. Denton Cooley successfully implanted the first temporary artificial heart in Texas. Four months after Woodstock, the infamously violent, miserable Altamont Free Concert was held at the Altamont Speedway in northern California, ostensibly bringing an end to the idealistic sixties. In NYC, the Stonewall riots kicked off the modern gay rights movement in the U.S.  Members of the Manson Family cult committed the Tate/LaBianca murders, horrifying Los Angeles and goading a prurient media circus. The first message was sent over ARPANET between UCLA and Stanford.  L. Ron Hubbard had his organization’s name officially changed to The Church of Scientology, and they started litigating. Confessions of Aleister Crowley: An Autobiography and the Thoth Tarot Deck were both republished, and Kenneth Anger shot his lesser known –but deeply resonant– film Invocation of My Demon Brother. Barred from reentering the states to hold their planned New York City “Bed-In”, John Lennon and Yoko Ono relocated the event to the Queen Elizabeth Hotel in Quebec, where they recorded “Give Peace a Chance”.  Everybody got nekkid in the Broadway muscial production, Hair…


Read the rest of Back in the Summer of ‘69


Post tags: Culture, Events, Film, Music, Politics, Revolutionary, Technology, Testing your faith, War


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Sun, Jul. 5th, 2009 12:01 am




PostSecret is an ongoing community art project where people
mail in their secrets anonymously on one side of a postcard.















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-----Email Message-----

Dear Frank,

I have been an avid follower of PostSecret for many years now. When I saw the tattoo a woman got of one of the secrets--"We accept the love we think we deserve"--I knew that I wanted a PostSecret tattoo, as well.

I waited patiently every week for the secret that jumped out at me, went to PostSecret events and followed you on Twitter.

I found my PostSecret quote, and the funniest part is it was written on the envelope in which their secret was contained, and yet, the minute I read it I knew it was mine. . .





More Secrets & Stories - Follow PostSecret on Twitter.



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365 tomorrows
Sun, Jul. 5th, 2009 04:01 am

Author : Todd Hammrich

I never thought I’d live to see The End. In fact, the way I figured it, no one should see The End, I mean, that’s why it’s called The End, there is nothing after that, and certainly no one to see it. And yet, here I was. Floating gently in the shuttle. Watching the Earth float by in the view port. And I had seen it happen.

Being an astronaut was every young boys dream, and I had always been a dreamer. I trained and worked my way through courses, evaluations and simulators until my dream came true. There was much to do in space. There was quite a bit of it and we were trained to take it all.

My first mission was to help in construction of a small research station and I’ll never forget the excitement I felt at the prospect of being launched into space. The day of the launch passed like a dream. The final checkup with the doctors, the meeting with the mission director and the small medicine bottle given to me before take-off, all of it was a blur. The pill was standard procedure in case of malfunction or serious accident and every astronaut gladly accepted the small dose of reality for a bit of their dream. After four days in space I returned successful and my career was off.

As World War III broke out my missions became even more critical. Whoever could conquer space would win the day, as the War for Earth would effectively end. On my third war mission, a communications satellite repair, I witnessed it. The End. It happened without warning. I was in the shuttle while my partners worked on the satellite when the missile struck. I don’t know whether they knew we were there, or if they even cared, but the satellite was destroyed. The shuttle drifted away, atmospheric containment lost in several areas. Luckily the command area was sealed off and pressure contained. I was still alive.

Out the view port I watched it unfold like a horror story or nightmare. My dream had saved me, but the non-dreamers below were doomed. Streaks of fire filled the globe from horizon to horizon. Missiles streaked from every country in the world. One by one the cities darkened until there was no light left.

I had enough air to see it all. No one answered the radio. Maybe no one was left. I saw the world die. I saw The End. There was no more lights on that large barren rock below. It didn’t matter anymore though. I smiled as I watched the world. An empty pill bottle floated gently beside me. Maybe it hadn’t been The End, either way, mine was coming soon.

In the beginning God said Let There Be Light. We came forth unto the world and were not satisfied. We looked outward to space and we tried to take it. Man was not satisfied with what he was given and Man said Let There Be Darkness and we were no more.

The End.

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overheardnyc
Overheard in New York
Sun, Jul. 5th, 2009 12:00 am

Old Asian man: They don't have it.
Old Asian woman: It not problem. We go to Trader Joe tomorrow.
Old Asian man: We go where?
Old Asian woman: Trader Joe. You'll see. They have it.

--Trader Joe's


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Sat, Jul. 4th, 2009 11:44 pm

I was a bit shocked to learn of the death of NME columnist Stephen Wells when I read about it in [info]mickmercer's blog yesterday.

I wasn't sure what to expect from Stephen when I met him in 2007.



He was one of the first people to do a cover story on my book, Armed America. Knowing I'd picked a controversial topic, and knowing about Stephen's ... inspired rants, I was more than half expecting a very hostile interview, to get rolled under the wheels of the machine ... which is not what I got. I got a jovial, friendly, fun journalist. We had a great time during the interview and I felt afterwards that I'd made a friend. Over the next few months we made a few attempts at getting together, but family and work obligations seem to have pegged down most of his time and we fell from one another's radar.I didn't really know Stephen Wells, but I feel the loss in a wholistic way -- I realize that there are people who should be closer to me who I haven't spoken to lately -- and that there are people who I know who are sick, or who are older than I remember them being and who I should spend more time with.

If something good is to come from this, and I believe that good can come from most things, it's that realization -- that somewhere there's someone out there who you need to say "hello" to, because you will feel terrible if you don't get the chance to say "goodbye" to them.

Stephen had a chance to say goodbye in his final article in the Philadelphia Weekly.

Go do good things.

Current Mood: lucky
Current Music: opossums rooting around

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Sun, Jul. 5th, 2009 04:07 am

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Sat, Jul. 4th, 2009 10:53 pm
Love watching all the rednecks in my hood lite illegal fireworks. Idiots all.

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Sat, Jul. 4th, 2009 08:00 pm

Last time I was there we kind of got lost in the hiking trails, the only thing that saved us were the north van locals with us who knew where we ended up. I can't seem to find any maps of the trails online, can anyone help with that? The gift shop hours don't seem to be posted on the hatcheries web site either, but I figure if I go on a Saturday in the middle of the day it should be open.

I want to go again because the gift shop has really nice salmon skin wallets, and I need another one now since some douchebag stole mine and helped himself to my VISA card. I doubt I'll be seeing that one again.

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