Weekly Picture 184
Lemons 0037, Austin, TX 5.18.2010
It’s a good thing Cindy added a clusterflock ‘vomit’ category,
as this morning I coughed so hard I vomited.
And first I typed “coughed so hjard I vomitred”. I don’t know what language that is.
from the comments
This reminds me in an oblique way of an incident from the childhood of a young woman I’ve known for years. When she was a baby, one or both of her parents dumped her on the doorstep of a Pakistan hospital; she was adopted by a ‘mixed’ US couple who pulled strings with the Pakistani authorities.
When the girl was eight or nine, she entered a (US) school poster competition: Martin Luther King’s Birthday. Her entry came in second or third, and in a fit of pique, she ripped one off at the first-prize winner. Told him she thought her poster was better.
Then the winner of the Martin Luther King’s Birthday poster contest called her a nigger.
drip, drip, drip
Me: Do you hear that?
Amy: Yeah.
Me: What is that?
Short answer: water heater burst.
spam name
Fantauzzi Curley.
2012 Olympic Mascots
Andrew Moore
Who’s familiar with the work of Andrew Moore? His 2008-2009 project on Detroit is something to see.
quote out of context
Junk, although it had its own risks, still, relatively speaking, normalized my existence.
dear clusterflock
Why does The Daily Show always go on break at the wrong time?
‘I win on having the worst day’
That was the subject line of an email Alicia received from my mom:
A lady poo’d on my carpet…she just walked around dropping little poo balls as she went. I know you are laughing! Not funny…I couldn’t figure out what smelled and I kept looking at the customers and I emptied the trash and finally another customer told me what it was but not before the woman had stepped in some and mashed them into the carpet and tracked it all over the store. I had to hunt down the little mushy poo balls and pick them up…oh so gross.
I am getting the carpets cleaned this week!
And I know you are laughing:)
She’s right about the laughing.
You can pinch all the Toms and Ernies you want, but please
On Melita Street, Valletta, Malta.
Mud hand 2
Photographed at the Siege Bell Monument, Valletta, Malta.
quote out of context
“We’re creating adventure tourism art.”
Moving Towards The Light
Dear clusterflock
The other night on a date I learned that the simplest way to prevent — and even heal — a shin splint is to tap your toes. A lot. At the expense of a reputation for bladder control.
What other stupidly simple health solutions do you know about?
trouble
I Can Talk – Two Door Cinema Club
Hints of Michel Gondry and Being John Malkovich.
Kevin Garnett explains Lost to Big Baby
(via Aaron Cohen @ kottke)
Meet the Flockers: Andrea Kremer
Hi everyone. My name is Andrea Kremer. I’ve been reading and commenting here for a while. This is a really incredible bunch of folks, and I’m beyond excited to have been invited to blog here and join the group in a more official capacity. For that, I thank Mike Dresser, Kelsey Parker, Amanda Mae Meyncke, Dave Vogt, Michael Smith, Andrew Simone and Jonathan McNicol — all of whom I’ve enjoyed getting to know on Twitter, and most of whom have kicked my ass at Scrabble (only marginally less enjoyable) — and Deron, for opening the door.
About me:
I was born, raised and educated in the Greater Boston area, where I still live with my husband, our funny little daughter, and our irritating cat. Despite the fact that my mother pronounces “half” with a long “ahhhh” sound, I don’t have a discernible Boston accent. I’m older than Kelsey Parker but younger than Cooper Renner, and that’s all you need to know about that.
In my youth, I did a lot of acting and singing. I even studied opera very briefly, but ultimately my performing aspirations were cut short by stage fright, which may have been for the best. I entered college pre-med, but graduated as a creative writing major, which also may have been for the best. In the years since then, I’ve worked as an editor, advertising copywriter, direct marketer (I know) and webmaster (remember those?).
In my spare time I got involved in the music scene, organizing live shows at a couple of small venues. I had so much fun that eventually I decided I wanted to work full-time in the music industry. I used vacation time from my “real” job to take an internship at my favorite little indie record label/recording studio and, over time, wore them down enough to officially hire me. Then I worked for another, bigger record label, where I helped promote a record that went on to win the Grammy for Album of the Year. I’ve recently started up my own artist services business, and I’m lucky enough to work with some very talented musicians, including some you may have heard of. And I still book rock shows.
Other things I do or have done: take photographs with toy/plastic/antique cameras, paint pottery, make jewelry, spend too much time online, sing (in my car), attempt and mostly fail at weight loss, and — as of 2009 — survive breast cancer. I like astrology (I know), violet-flavored candy, bourbon, the separation of church and state, and fancy shampoo. I’m also rediscovering the joy of sleep.
Thanks for welcoming me into the flock.
quote out of context
How much would the world differ if Harvard reserved a fifth of its entering class for those individuals who showed the most talent for fraud?
Tyson Gay Beats 44-year old record
When Tommie Smith last set the world record in the straight 200 meter run, Walt Disney was still alive, the Beatles had yet to release Sgt. Pepper and Smith himself was still known as a great track star, not just as the guy who did the black power salute in Mexico City. For 44 years Smith’s hand-timed 19.5 stood as the best ever time in the longer sprint run on a straight track. Not anymore.
The race starts about fifty seconds in. Incredible.
Maximum Rocknroll
Maximum Rocknroll began as a Bay Area radio show in the late ’70s. The loudest voice and driving force behind the microphone was Tim Yohannan. Alongside other future luminaries Jello Biafra, Jeff Bale and Ruth Schwartz, the staff pushed politics and activism on listeners in between spinning the latest punk records.
In 1982 the radio show staff conspired with Biafra’s upstart Alternative Tentacles record label to release the double-LP compilation Not So Quiet on the Western Front. The project intentionally focused on lesser-known bands from places not affiliated with a nationally known scene, and the MRR founders included politicized essays and a newsprint booklet designed by participants. Thus Maximum Rocknroll was born.
Some great fucking images at the link.
Alonzo Cushing’s Medal of Honor
A Union soldier who held the line with 110 soldiers against 13,000 Confederates, and ultimately lost his life, will receive the Medal of Honor, the nation’s highest military award.
Shapiro, the Facebook fan, said he thought of Alonzo Cushing plenty of times last year as he faced a number of dangerous situations during a five-month stint in Iraq.
“I’d think about what Cushing accomplished, what he was able to deal with at age 22,” Shapiro said. “I thought if he could do that then I can certainly deal with whatever I’m facing.”
from the spam
Is that what you wanted to know
He jabbed his finger at Kingsley
Kelsey? At Clusterflockstock?
We were with friends last Friday night. I was telling about the coming weekend. He said, “We were in Keystone, last year. It’s near Silverthorne. It’s near the Continental Divide.” He showed us pictures.
Perhaps, if there are those who might want to, perhaps we could commandeer a car to go to stand on it? There is something fascinating to me, of standing on the apex where the rivers run off to the East on one side, to the West on the other. The Great Divide. The mention starts about 4:24. Good yodeling stops me in my tracks.
