clusterflock interviews clusterflock, #1 — updated, with answer
We have kicked around the idea for a long time of using the site to interview each other in some way. I was supposed to set something up with Andrew and totally dropped the ball. I think part of the problem was we were being too formal. I propose a simple formula: when something interesting occurs to someone that involves another flocker (or someone in some way affiliated with the site), make it a post.
So, without further ado:
Q. Kelsey, I’m curious about your experience(s) with Yahoo! Answers. You mentioned your frustration with the site a few times in comments and I was wondering if you would tell us what it was like working on that project. What it’s limitations were. What you saw as its potential. And how, presumably, it fell short. (As well as any other anecdotes you would care to share.)
A. My case against Yahoo! Answers is dated. For those who are unaware, I worked at Yahoo! from June 2005 to late 2007. The work itself was corporate — simple, predictable, complete with gym membership. It was my first job out of college and, when I showed up, I was as bright-eyed and idealistic as they come. But in order to work there, I left my apartment at seven and rarely returned before eight. After 2.5 years of a 4-6 hour daily commute, I now know how to lose myself. Commuting ever so slowly siphons away my laughter.
Goat Sheep Surfing
Really, there’s nothing I can say that the title of this video doesn’t tell you, except, maybe, “Turn your speakers down.”
(Via @davidmoldawer.)
PITETSBKRRH
For 80 years, a beacon atop the Grant Building in downtown Pittsburgh has flashed out the word “Pittsburgh” in Morse code. At least it was supposed to. No one knows for how long it’s been happening, but a sharp-eyed city resident waiting for a 4th of July fireworks show noticed the dots and dashes actually spell out P-I-T-E-T-S-B-K-R-R-H.
Yesterday was my three year clusterflock anniversary.
I have been at clusterflock longer than I have stayed with any one company or place in my adult life. My first post was about Les Aventures de Tintin and I think my favorite might be about a boy holding his cock,* if for no other reason than the comment thread (it also makes me wish that all y’all who are here now were there then).
*It’s safe for work, I promise.
Sufjan Stevens – John Wayne Gacy Jr
Currently making me cry and hurt in the most wonderful way.
Pixel Art
Clusterflock Inn, Phase 2
Since posting my hopes of finding a vintage motel to serve as the clusterflock inn, I have done a lot of searching. There are some great old motels out there (some of which are even for sale), but I have come to realize that the likelihood of finding something at just the right time that meets all of my criteria is unlikely. Well, it could still happen, but I’m impatient and want to have something to hold to now.
So we’re on to Plan B: The Clusterflock Hacienda
Icon Records
In other Mel Gibson news:
Today, Mel Gibson’s new (and pregnant) girlfriend, a Russian-born pianist and composer named Oksana Grigorieva–heretofore famous mainly for being a past paramour of James Bond star Timothy Dalton–releases a new single entitled “Say My Name,” which features lyrics co-authored by none other than Mel Gibson.
Here are some choice excerpts:
I got no way back home/ And every time my heart beats, it’s one less that remains…The future contrives to draw me in its wake/ I’m not afraid of leaving, if I know why and when/ I’ll have to walk a few more miles before you say my name again/ My name again.
Mel, Jodie unite for beaver
The Beaver is tentatively slated to start lensing in New York in September.
I promise not to fuck you with my iPhone
The PurityRing iPhone App is the brainchild of Island Wall Entertainment, which describes itself as the leading Christian iPhone App development agency.
Derringer Cycles
Here is a great slide show of the Derringer Cycle. It has a 49cc engine and gets 150mpg. (via)
from the comments
Doc:
“Why was I not made a taco like thee?”
At last. At long last.
I did not rush into my first tattoo but meditated long until inspiration propelled me.
And I vowed to wait and meditate before my second — and then to call it quits.
I think I got me the first soft breath of inspiration.
Dear clusterflock
To keep up the momentum (and confuse the heck out of your inboxes), I have a question.
How quickly do you wear out or, in my case, eviscerate your clothes and accessories?
Help. I want a taco
Anybody remember a movie, probably from around the 70s or early 80s where the final scene is in an ambulance and the protagonist (some sort of renegade cop I think) is about to die, and everyone is sad, and then he peels off the life support mask and hoses and says, “I want a taco”. And that’s how it ends.
Google has been of no help. It may be some other food item, but I’m pretty sure it’s Mexican food, and I think it was Al Pacino, or someone like that that, in the vein of Serpico or French Connection, a misunderstood cop.
My obsession with tacos is flaring up, to the point where I think I need a TACO tattoo. And this line keeps popping me in my head.
Of course I could’ve dreamt this, or could be making it all up. In which case, anybody else that dreamt the same scene will come across this page and rest assured they are not alone.
New York Nearest Subway Augmented Reality App for iPhone 3GS
Holy shit, indeed.
I hate it when credit cards companies make mistakes.
He noticed that his debt exceeded the world GDP while making a routine balance inquiry on his online Bank of America account. According to his statement, he had spent the profound sum in one pop at a nearby Mobil gas station — his regular stop for Camel cigarettes.
“Very, very panicked,” he jumped in his car and sped to the station.
White Box
via swissmiss
“I’m Canadian”
Swallowtail
I don’t know the specifics but I know it’s a swallowtail….
Special Request
Would someone with some pull please lure Tracy back to the flock, at least for a few days? I need to blow off some steam.
Thank you.
straight from the keyboard of a Morgan Stanley intern
Somewhere between The Onion and The Hudsucker Proxy.
A research note written by a 15-year-old Morgan Stanley intern that described his friends’ media habits has generated a flurry of interest from media executives and investors.
The Last Traffic Jam
The average U.S. citizen completely ignores the regularity with which the automobile kills him, maims him, embroils him with the law and provides mobile shelter for rakes intent on seducing his daughters. He takes it into his garage as fondly as an Arab leading a prize mare into his tent. He woos it with Simoniz, Prestone, Ethyl and rich lubricants — and goes broke trading it in on something flashier an hour after he has made the last payment on the old one.
By last week, this peculiar state of mind had not only sucked thousands of American oil wells dry, stripped the rubber groves of Malaya, produced the world’s most inhuman industry and its most recalcitrant labor union, but had filled U.S. streets with so many automobiles that it was almost impossible to drive one. In some big cities, vast traffic jams never really got untangled from dawn to midnight; the bray of horns, the stink of exhaust fumes, and the crunch of crumpling metal eddied up from them as insistently as the vaporous roar of Niagara.
Inspired by Deron.
So Sorry I Missed You
dear clusterflock
What is the most appallingly tasteless joke you know?
