July 25, 2014

Ghoat in the Machine

Somebody asked me to remove a post so i (skeptically) tried logging on + lo + behold found these dudes still going at it!

August 15, 2013

It’s been a good run…

Clusterflock is what introduced me to the most interesting parts of the web. I love this site and all the people involved, but I think it’s time to officially shut it down. In the forthcoming weeks I’ll be converting this to a static site for archival and security purposes. What this means is the url structure and all the content will remain, but comments will be closed permanently and there will be no CMS to create new posts.

Thanks, everybody, we’ll see you around the web.

July 9, 2013

Still running to stand still

July 6, 2013

Is there anybody out here?

June 27, 2013

Magical Motes (Humming and Heaving)

Humming and Heaving from Charles Eadie on Vimeo.

The way I see it, at this point I got nothing to lose.

June 13, 2013

quote out of context

May 23, 2013

“Cinema is a haunted house.”

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

He plays banjo, too.


(In the event you’ve been wondering what Brian Beatty‘s been up to lately.)

May 12, 2013

“Detach from station, and may god’s love be with you”

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

Cat goat

(via Kevin Williams)

May 8, 2013

Stabbin’ Cabin: World’s Swept

In the nameless midwest a puppy encounters a force he doesn’t understand.

Music: “Evil Ball” by Sinoia Caves

May 2, 2013

The best thing you’ll read today about junk food.

“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

Lyrics notwithstanding, if this don’t make you happy

I got no help for ye.

April 19, 2013

If this’n don’t make ye happy

then there’s nothing I can do for you.

April 16, 2013

The Duke’s Children

“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

We all know about male pattern baldness, but

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

“Author’s Choice”

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.

Opens Tomorrow

Harrison Ford plays Branch Rickey.

April 10, 2013

Photo without caption

Rowan Corkill Squirrel

April 9, 2013

Sporting wood


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.

Read more…

April 8, 2013

headline of the day

Science proves women like men with bigger penises

April 7, 2013

headline of the day

Giant Penis Shuts Down The Nürburgring

photo out of context

April 6, 2013

Dear Clusterflock: What was the most comforting condolence sentence you ever heard?

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.)