June 13, 2013
We campaigned for better hot dogs, and lost.
— Michael Grant Smith (@MGSatMGScom) June 11, 2013
May 23, 2013
Puttin’ on a Little Dog, inspired by silent film actress Marie Prevost (1898-1937), is a lovely short video by Charles Eadie.
Features a performance by “Jasper”, a cameo by me (as Prevost), and clips from The Godless Girl (1928). Music from “On an Overgrown Path” by Leoš Janáček.
May 15, 2013
May 12, 2013
Tomorrow, Commander Chris Hadfield bids farewell to the International Space Station, meaning we won’t get our usual dose of his tweets and videos sent from space. But he’s signing off with a little David Bowie.
May 10, 2013
May 8, 2013
In the nameless midwest a puppy encounters a force he doesn’t understand.
Music: “Evil Ball” by Sinoia Caves
May 2, 2013
“We knew this was a breakthrough idea, so we put on our relentless hats and were determined to not let [this thing] beat us.”
“I mean, it was actually important that we left the orange dusting on your fingers because otherwise, we’re not delivering the genuine Doritos [experience].”
“I remember trying to sell guacamole in the Midwest and people were like, ‘What’s all this green stuff in my burrito?’”
“We realized we needed more capacity, because we couldn’t slow down the Nacho Cheese line in order to create capacity for Cool Ranch.”
“In fact, the companies ended up creating a proprietary seasoner in the process, not least because for workers on the manufacturing line, the plumes of Doritos seasoning would create an almost Nacho Cheese gas chamber.”
April 24, 2013
I got no help for ye.
April 19, 2013
then there’s nothing I can do for you.
April 16, 2013
“There was a deuce of a row,” said Maule. Then Mr Spooner, who read his “Bell’s Life” and “Field” very religiously, and who never missed an article in “Bayley’s”, proceeded to give them an account of everything that had taken place in the Runnymede Hunt. It mattered but little that he was wrong in all his details. Narrations always are.
–Anthony Trollope, The Duke’s Children (1880)
April 14, 2013
who can explain this one for me? The hair on my head is a mix of brown and white, brown predominating. My beard is predominately white, with some black still apparent. My chest hair is mostly white, except for an almost entirely black swatch on the far right. My arms, legs and torso from the sternum down have hardly any white hair, except for the lower half of my right forearm which looks almost like a beautician did highlights on it.
April 12, 2013
[Fat said,] “That’s what he deserves: a Great Judge exactly like himself.”
“That’s not a bad theological idea,” I said. “You find yourself facing yourself.”
–Philip K. Dick, VALIS
As many of you already know, the elimae archives for 2005-2012 are now housed as cooprenner.com. (At the moment, they are still at elimae.com as well.) But a new distillation is available as well: “Author’s Choice” allows authors that Kim, Brandon and I published to select their favorites from their work at elimae. Have a look.
April 10, 2013
April 9, 2013
Connor Wood Bicycles, LLC was founded by Chris Connor in 2012 to build wood bicycles that beautifully combine form and function. Chris is a longtime Denver woodworker and cycling enthusiast, and building wood bicycles came as a stunning realization that he could bring the two together.
April 8, 2013
April 7, 2013
April 6, 2013
Stolen from Metafilter. I don’t have a MeFi account, so I can’t even favorite things over there, much less comment. So I figured I’d re-pose the question here.
The MeFi thread is great, but bring tissues. I loved this one most:
My uncle, Albert Crary, was an extraordinary man. Not only was he an explorer and scientist of both poles (The Crary Mountains in Antarctica were named by him and the A.P. Crary Science and Engineering Center at McMurdo Station was named fo him) but he gathered stories like no one I’ve ever met. At his public memorial in Washington DC at, I believe, the Cosmos Club, speaker after speaker got up and told about his staunchness, his incredible endurance, but most importantly, they all told a funny story about him: The time he fell off the ice shelf and what he said to the preacher after his rescue when the preacher came looking for a good sermon. The time he went shopping for supplies in South America when they were running a geophysical line across a South American swamp. The time my father put my brother up to calling him and acting like a dumb reporter asking the stupidest questions imaginable about the ice island T3.
Months later, we had a private memorial in his hometown of Canton, New York. One-by-one his nieces, nephews, in-laws and friends got up and told more stories. To all of us he’d been the source of fun, support and laughter when we were growing up – he never let any of us take ourselves too seriously, but he was always there when anyone needed help. When my turn came, I got up, told my story and then said this:
Everyone deserves an Uncle Albert, we were just fortunate enough to have had one.
posted by BillW at 5:23 PM on March 30
(Via the wonderful Ed Yong.)
April 5, 2013
There is something grotesque to me about there being this wonderful steakhouse St Elmó, and then just up the street the linguistically repellant chain steakhouse “Ruth’s Chris,” whatever that means, opens up shop. I feel like the people should take to the streets with pitchforks to protest that shit. Similarly, we need to shut down the TGI Fridays in Union Square; let’s take a tactic from the anti-abortion protestors and make people need an escort to get a mudslide fifteen paces from the greenmarket.
Angie Heisl‘s performance art piece ‘x-mal Mensch Stuhl‘ caught my attention. The project features senior citizens sitting in white chairs bolted to the sides of buildings. There they sit, several meters off the ground, as they go about everyday tasks like knitting or reading the paper.
Via: Jessica Walsh
April 4, 2013
We’re planning to have a barbecue at our house this Sunday. You’re not invited but I can’t stop you from coming. I’ll smoke pork shoulder, beef brisket, and chicken legs all day on Saturday in preparation for the party. You can’t have any of them. The meat will be accompanied by three different kinds of homemade barbecue sauce: hickory & molasses, brown sugar & cayenne, and Carolina mustard. You’ll never taste any of my condiments. My wife is making her famous vegetable slaw, three kinds of potato salad, and that thing she does with fresh fruit and pecans. None for you, though. I soak dried beans myself and bake them in a tangy sauce that’s loaded with bacon and sweet onions. You can have some of that. Only baked beans for you.
To create each intriguing scene, Taras identified and photographed locations where the many memorable events took place. Using photo manipulation, he blended the past with the present, bringing the old to the surface with the new.