“I got a rock”
Ignore at your peril
Ode to My Subconscious IV
headline of the day
Study: Alcohol more lethal than heroin, cocaine
offline peer to peer sharing
Dead Drops (via) is an “an anonymous, offline, peer to peer file-sharing network in public space” created by Aram Bartholl:
I am ‘injecting’ USB flash drives into walls, buildings and curbs accessable to anybody in public space. You are invited to go to these places (so far 5 in NYC) to drop or find files on a dead drop. Plug your laptop to a wall, house or pole to share your files and date. Each dead drop contains a readme.txt file explaining the project. ‘Dead Drops’ is still in progress, to be continued here and in more cities. Full documentation, movie, map and ‘How to make your own dead drop’ manual coming soon! Stay tuned.
I don’t think I need to tell you how incredibly cool this is.
Amy said
Chicago has the word chica in it.
some people are born awesome
from the spam
Very well, that is about it. If you happen to will need me, I’ll be climbing the investigation engines.
quote out of context
Standing on a prosthetic leg held high above the head of one of the people below, she was able to make it up.
from the spam
Some types of values are represented on a log scale. This means that the scale increases exponentially. Log scales can be identified by their grid lines that are at inconsistent spacing. This is normal.
My friends party — hard
quote out of context
The premise is simple: Can a near-200-horsepower motorcycle muster up enough acceleration from a dead stop to pull the tablecloth from under 24 full place settings without sending them all toppling to the ground? And if not, what would it require to make that feat a reality? 100 mph and a quarter-mile of rope?
The Hole
AKA New York City’s Ninth Ward:
30 Feet below sea level, mafia dumping ground, and home of The Black Cowboy Federation. The Hole is one of the most mysterious and uncharted locations in New York City. “The Hole”—a film by Courtney Sell and Billy Feldman. Coming soon.
Dear Clusterflock,
What is this thing?
It’s for sale at The Cure, an East Village thrift store, but nobody seems to know what it is. Suggestions include
- a samovar
- a microwave from ancient Egypt
- a very, very old fashioned water cooler
- the top half of Lady Gaga’s next outfit
- a Dalek incubator
- a charcoal grill
Other notable items from among The Cure’s offerings include Ellen and Arthur’s lovely wedding album, a vintage Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles fanny pack, a drag-queen-sized excellent silver gown, a cool little bookcase, and this, for Cindy.
Hi, I’m a Tea-Partier
I know loads of you have already seen this, but this is for those who haven’t.
Let’s go vote.
quote out of context
Our existence could be coded in a finite bandwidth, like a live ultra-high-definition 3-D video. And the third dimension we know and love could be no more than a holographic projection of a 2-D surface.
illustration out of context
132 5. by Issey Miyake
Japanese fashion designer Issey Miyake has designed a range of clothing that expands from two-dimensional geometric shapes into structured shirts, skirts, pants and dresses.
Want. But I expect these are out of my price range.
headline of the day
Survey Finds Negatives of Christianity Easier To Name Than Positives
from the comments
When my grandfather was in his late eighties, he decided he didn’t want any more medical treatment. He took to bed and waited–a considerable time, as it turned out–for “natural” causes to be the thing that took him away. I remember visiting him when he could no longer talk. I put my hand on his forehead for a moment, and it reminded me of something I couldn’t identify.
Years later, Cindy told me that I looked sick, and asked me if I had fever. I put my hand on my own forehead (an old joke; one’s hand would also be hot if one had a fever). And I was feeling my grandfather’s forehead.
headline of the day, III
Airport security: the Dick-Measuring Device or molestation?
Bats
Mom and Daddy. Church Halloween Party. Mom sewed up the costumes on her old Singer. Sweatshirts and crepe paper. 1967.
Quote of the day
But what if it’s really, as Baldwin kidded-on-the-square, ALL FAILURE? There’s no leveling off to a point where you’re finally “successful” and it’s smooth sailing and sunsets because shit happens, your career tanks, the public tires of you, your marriage crumbles, so, yes, NYU student, failure is not only a possibility, it’s a certainty. Bad things, they will happen. Some of them will be financial. Some of them will not. The only thing you ultimately ever have control over are your choices about what kind of person you want to be. So what if the alternative to noble failure isn’t ignoble success? What if it’s just ignoble failure?
Mimic Octopus
Mock turtle.
Mimic octopus mimicking mock turtle.
You think?
