quote out of context
The leader wore a button-down shirt beneath a buttoned-up vest: like the silence in whether, or
SCOUT #1: How do you spell parapraxis?
the reversal of h with w, but an h in whore takes over, replaces w, replaces the need for a shirt,
SCOUT #2: Don’t worry, he’ll spell it for you.
becomes the shirt with the r and the shit without, a merit badge for phonics, the unintentional
SCOUT #3: How do you spell perpendicular?
alliteration, a merit badge for noticing, for observance, for linguistic sensibilities, the abundance
SCOUT #4: Do you feed your mother with that mouth?
of merit badges disguising the boys beneath
FISHERMAN: I think it’s kiss your mother.
It’s simple, but it’s good
things I heard at A-Kon, day two
There’s a bathroom on every floor.
I’ll see you later, Sugar.
Sky bridge is this way.
I’m just chilling with some other badass cos players.
Just open your eyes, tilt your head back, and then you can shake until they are in.
If he’s really old he’s not going to.
Oh, she’s lost.
The new one is disgusting.
You just took all of the eggs.
Will you stop being gay?
I didn’t mean to be deceitful.
I hear people are talking about me everywhere, it’s weird.
That’s not normal but I’m not scared of it.
I’m not peeing, I’m blowing my load right now.
Don’t you see my lightsaber is really attracted to you?
The Mothball Fleet
Getting inside the ships was usually not straightforward, and sometimes impossible. MARAD locks them down tight, but there are so many possible entrances that persistence often paid off. One of the first orders of business each trip was finding a place to sleep. The ships are often stinky from mold, mildew, PCBs, and decay, so a room with windows that opened was preferable. We typically slept in the captain’s room where we found comfy couches, convertible beds, lots of space, and plenty of light during the daytime.
I was probably 9 or 10 the first time I asked about the Mothball Fleet (which in my family was just known as the Moth Fleet). It’s most likely we were driving to visit a friend of mine who’d moved to Vacaville. Warships aren’t particularly appealing to me, but I’m pretty sure 9 year-old me would have jumped at the chance to spend a weekend on the decaying ships – heck, I’m pretty sure 30 year-old me would jump at the chance to spend a weekend on the decaying ships, but I’d want to bring Phil.
quote out of context
It’s like watching your uncle tell racist jokes at Thanksgiving and praying someone has the guts to tell him to cut it out, but this time it’s interactive—and you’re the uncle.
almost from the spam
Dammit, I just deleted a spam that said something like, “I need some ideas for a blog. I already do poems and statistics, but I want something more.”
tweet of the day
I’m not peeing, I’m blowing my load right now
Transience is not a world view
Product features are sometimes little more than engineering decisions, or constraints, wrapped up in a motivational story and God knows Flickr’s no better or worse than anyone else in this regard. This strategy appears to be in full effect with the latest crop of photo-sharing applications who, I think, are confusing their perfectly reasonable desire not to deal with the drudgery of storing lots of files with the idea that transience is some kind of world view. And that’s what bugs me.
The value of the web is in its history. The value of the web is that it grows over time and that it spiders out making connections, just as often doubling back on itself to find previously unseen patterns and connections. It is not a linear progression through time and space always discarding the near past. Or if it is then I’m sorry for wasting everyone’s time because that sounds about as exciting, and about as valuable, as any given season of canned television programming.
medical meta
A British based businesswoman is preparing to make history by becoming the first person in the world to have her womb transplanted into her daughter.
Just open your eyes, tilt your head back, and then you can shake until they are in
Vetiver: “In Studio” on WNYC’s Soundcheck
Gorgeous-sounding Vetiver release, The Errant Charm, out tomorrow. Till then, an interview and live-in-the-studio performance on Soundcheck.
Ren and Stimpy
A.J. Aronstein reflects on the twenty year-old show:
“It is not I who am crazy,” Captain Höek says later in Space Madness. He floats midair in a cube of bathwater, eating a bar of soap that he believes is an ice cream bar, having fallen victim to a strange cabin fever-like mental disease. “It is I who am mad.” In the world of Ren and Stimpy, there’s only one choice. You’re either crazy or mad. This stands as the show’s crucial insight about our own world: its thesis about how we perceive ourselves and interact with each another. And it makes for essential watching, even twenty years after the series premiered.
Today is a very special day
things I heard at A-Kon, day one
Come into the light.
Now my t-shirt is worth something.
Well, it’s bad because I have red hair again.
Thomas J. Wynne advertising his Photographic Studio, Castlebar, County Mayo
Taken circa 1880 and presented by the National Library of Ireland on The Commons.
the magical iPad
Simon Pierro uses the iPad as a prop for performing magic tricks.
(via, I’m sorry I forgot)
photo out of context
Or, perhaps, this is a metaphor for something.
bobbing for Osama
Bill Warren plans to dive for, photograph, and conduct DNA tests on Osama Bin Laden’s body.
“I’m doing it because I am a patriot American who wants to know the truth,” Warren told the Post. “I do it for the world.”
headline of the day
Evernote Peek, an iPad Smart Cover app
This is kind of a cute idea. Evernote has created an app that interacts with the cover of the iPad. When you fold it back, it asks a question based on the notes you’ve taken. When you fold it back further, it provides the answer. Kind of electronic flashcards I guess.
(via @khoi)
It happened at A-Kon
So, I crouched behind a pyramid of plastic cups to photograph a foam-sword battle when a young man with a quiet voice said, excuse me, sir, this is my practice area.
from the comments
So Jon got up one morning (or afternoon) and walked from the bedroom into the living room, and there he saw a blue jay standing in one corner. Unharmed. At least not physically.
Jon characterized the jay’s attitude.
“I’m not here. I’m not here. I’m not here. This isn’t happening.”
(He did manage to cloak the jay gently and convey it out of doors. It blinked briefly in astonishment, then flew off.)
from the comments
I had someone bring in a grounder to take out a large network of bamboo roots next to the house. The hard, shallow mesh made growing anything there impossible. I cleaned and dug and amended. But the soil was dead. Everything died there. I finally planted two large packages of field peas. I remembered some farm tract I read long ago, I don’t even know why, about how field peas can rescue poor land. I had a vision of tiny bean roots breathing oxygen into the soil. It is working. Plants are growing there now.
The ground isn’t mad at me anymore.
I didn’t mean to be deceitful
