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Kenneth Barry, Lunar Coffee Table

Three years ago, Kenneth Barry was just an IT guy at a cabinet shop. But when his boss asked him to help the company go paperless, he went further, assembling a machine to automate what most woodworkers were doing by hand. His first CNC router was a crude hack, its design cribbed from somebody’s website, its frame cobbled together from a pile of plastic bathroom partitions. But it allowed the twentysomething dad to make his own custom furniture with just a few keystrokes. Soon he hit on a way to combine his 3-D modeling skills with one of his hobbies, the online strategy game Spring. His CNC, he realized, could take one of the game’s “heightmaps,” which hold the geospatial data for each level, and render it as a relief map in wood. His first attempt was uneven and choppy, so for his second he went all out and built a new router, knocking down a wall in his garage to accommodate the 10- by 8-foot beast. The mission was a success, landing him a one-of-a-kind coffee table with an eerie lunar surface.

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PG Lips: Chinese tea plantation seeks virgins to pick leaves with their MOUTHS

I don’t even know where to start.

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I was in the top five percent of my class.

The Last Supper Processional — LIVE!

Karmin covers Chris Brown’s ‘Look at Me Now’

I can’t stop watching this, so I guess I should post it. Here’s the original for comparison.

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unless you want it on vinyl

A rarity might be less popular; it might be less interesting. But it’s no longer less available the way it once was. If you have a decent Internet connection and a slight cast of amorality in your character, there’s very little out there you might want that you can’t find. Does the end of rarity change in any fundamental way, our understanding of, attraction to, or enjoyment of pop culture and high art?

Bad Lip Reading

So I guess this is a thing now.

The Last Supper — LIVE!

Off stage with The Men of the Living Last Supper:

Jesus, a recent seminary graduate, has worked behind the scenes in corporate theater, as well as in the “home party business.”

James the Less was a senior VP (TV Production) for an ad agency.

Matthew played John the Baptist/Judas in a production of Godspell.
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ABC, he told advertisers, was getting younger viewers than CBS and NBC, which meant that advertisers with products appealing to that segment would be wise to buy time on ABC

The age and sex demographics tracked almost exclusively for television by the Nielsen ratings have almost no correlation to revenue generated by advertising.

How lousy are age and sex for targeting ad buys? “Essentially invalid,” said Poltrack. “There is no link, none, between the age of the specified demographic delivery of the campaign and the sales generated by that campaign.” According to Ad Age, Nielsen executives at the convention reported that “ratings demographics by age and sex had a… 0.12 correlation with actual sales produced by exposure to TV ads, where 1.0 is complete correlation and 0 signals no relationship whatsoever.” Zero-point-one-two! You’d do better using a Ouija board than Nielsen demos.

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NJ woman chides NYC smoker, gets stabbed with pen

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This seems to me like yet another reminder that the brain is one awesomely complicated piece of meat.

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Cindy S.:

Welcome to the Jorge California.

‘After seeing this video, I’m getting my bones removed so I can dance like that’

The other day, I was lucky enough to be at an event to bring the arts back into schools and got to see an amazing collaboration between Yo-Yo Ma and a young dancer in LA, Lil Buck. Someone who knows Yo-Yo Ma had seen Lil Buck on YouTube and put them together. The dancing is Lil Buck’s own creation and unlike anything I’ve seen.

– Spike Jonze

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Cinema Komunisto

From Cinema Komunisto, a documentary about the Yugoslav film industry. Directed by Mila Turajlic.

In dreams

Bo Diddley was enlightening me.

Actually, as I explained to the one fellow who approached us at the bar, I was already enlightened. And I was getting more enlightened.

Prince – Uptown

Every so often, an evening just brings you Prince.

from the comments

Andrew Simone:

Oh, shit. I think I just lost clusterflock?

Trees cocooned in spider webs after flooding in Sindh, Pakistan

Trees cocooned in spiders webs after flooding in Sindh, Pakistan

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Storywoods



Run, Run, Run.

(Thanks, Alison.)

Made, pt 3.

A small casting room in a casting studio in Hollywood.  30 or so girls per day, (Update: culled from over 1,000 submissions.) Three hours in a row, three days of casting and one day of call backs, next week.  Girls come in, hand the casting director their headshot/resume stapled together.  I smile encouragingly and try to say something nice about their shoes. They all tell me where they bought their shoes, and it helps a little bit. A few girls are incredible. Some people make my mind wander.  They all try, and I feel for them. I can’t imagine being an actor, given 2 minutes to impress a host of people you don’t know, who can’t know who you are.

Watching 18 people in a row do a scene about my dying grandmother was more internally upsetting than I had anticipated. As was the scene I wrote about the boy who never loved me in college.  As was the scene about how vastly different the lives are of the girls I went to school with. I watch these girls be me, to me. I wonder if they are a lot like me, as they talk.  Is she as sad as I felt? Does she understand? I hardly can decide before we have to move on, but it’s okay, all on film, all ready to be seen again, a steady stream of possible me’s, to talk to the three other me’s in the movie, to be directed by me. It seems silly to feign ignorance of process at this point, but I had no idea.

I laugh at my own jokes, every time. It’s funny to me, every time. I turn to the line producer and ask her when it’ll stop being funny. I sound like a jerk.

from the archives: July 20, 2007

further . . . .

Deron challenged us to put forth our worst. He whipped our sorry asses.

Update. Deron to Amanda Mae: Did you get my head shot?

My Old Clutch Plate

That one spring looks kinda bent, doesn’t it?

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