spam name
Beatriz Woodson.
The Blogfather
Matt Haughey gets profiled in a local Portland rag:
“Interesting stuff” is Haughey’s trade. It started in 1999, when he posted a link on his blog to a website where people were posting pictures of their cats. It sounds like nothing in 2011, but in 1999, this was pretty monumental. Then a 26-year-old Web designer living in California, Haughey had to code all the software so he could “blog” in the first place. He had to design the front page, and find enough people who knew what a blog was to read it and join in. To do that, he had to create blog comments. In the first year, about 12 others signed up to his project—which he called “MetaFilter.”
There are some clear parallels to our modest blog: troll free comments sections, for one.
The Secret Bookshop
via The Paris Review
tonight’s conversation
Cindy: Auto-erotic asphyxiation.
Daryl: What?
Cindy: What David Carradine died of.
Daryl: Yeah. Might as well have been that, I guess.
Cindy: Might as well.
Daryl: Could have done it by kicking himself.
Cindy: Uh-huh.
headline of the day
Toddlers won’t bother learning from you if you’re daft
The Bears Are Right Attracted to Their Menses
Joad Cressbeckler: Homosexuality A Necessity On Cold Mountaintops
Finally, a new Cressbeckler Stance.
my current desktop
For Cindy.
Ask a law librarian
Man: “When you file for divorce do they check I.D?”
Librarian: “I don’t think the district clerk requires your driver’s license number on the petition, if that’s what you mean.”
Man: “Can somebody file for somebody else?”
Librarian: “Do you mean can you take the petitioner’s completed forms to the district clerk for them?”
Man: “No — I wanna file for my brother because I don’t like his wife.”
YOUR DREAM OF PERSONAL FLIGHT IS FINALLY COMING TRUE!
the recreational jetpack that almost anyone can enjoy over water.
The YouTube video is from a guy who filmed a guy training how to use one.
justification for drawing within the chaos of visual experience
From a review of a new book, Field Notes on Science & Nature, edited by Michael Canfield:
Ecologist Jonathan Kingdon writes that drawing “represents a species of translation that is different from what emerges in photography. Given the new research on how the brain processes visual input and given that drawing is a mental process, no further justification need be made for the utility of drawing in lifting out relevance from within the chaos of actual visual experience.”
About the above illustration he writes, “The iconography of caracal ear- or head-flagging is intricately crafted, and fingers on a pencil can scarcely keep up with the rapidity of their flickering movements. Nonetheless, I believe drawings can be a clearer medium for exploring such a visual Morse code than laborious written accounts or quantified records of frequencies.”
just do it (now)
Generally speaking, athletes start to see physical declines at age 26, give or take. (This would seem in line with the long-standing notion in baseball that players tend to hit their peak anywhere from ages 27 to 30.) For swimmers, the news is more sobering, as the mean peak age is 21. For chess grandmasters — participating in an activity that no doubt relies more than mental acuity and sharpness rather than brute, acquired physicality — the peak age is closer to 31.4.
Okay, young’uns, you’ve been tipped.
Dear Clusterflock
86-ed?
Spada Codatronca Monza
Initially unveiled at the Top Marques Monaco a couple of months ago, Spada has only now revealed the details in full. The roadster packs the same 710-horspower twin-supercharged 7.0-liter V8 (presumably based on the Z06′s LS7), but in an open-roof bodystyle named after the legendary Italian racing circuit. Weighing in at only 2,600 lbs, the show car features a stripped-out cockpit with Sabelt buckets and full data acquisition system centered around the F1-style steering wheel. It rides on a fully adjustable suspension with OZ Ultraleggera wheels, Pirelli PZero Corsa tires and Brembo brakes with the same ABS system employed in the FIA GT3 series. The Spada boys say these factors add up to a 0-62 mph time of three seconds flat and a face-shredding 208 mph top end.
Shrine
More fiction from Renner.
day old headline
Bear-safety lecture in Yellowstone interrupted by bear
spam name
Dong Honerkamp.
from the moderated comments
fml i gave my first bj
Programming Note
For the past few months I’ve been coming to terms with what feels like the tail-end of a really long process. It’s been a conscious one for maybe ten years, and a subconcious one for at least twenty-two years before that. (Probably thirty.) If you’ll bear with me, I knew I felt convoluted internally, but honestly had no idea to what extent — I just knew its presence was constant. Once it began coming out, I couldn’t help myself. My body began to unwind. I still haven’t finished this process but I feel different than I have at least since I was ten. I mentioned in a tweet: Forty year trauma leaving the body makes interesting yoga. (Here is an amusing — depending on your perspective — visual account of how I felt.) I mention this as a way to share my experience and say it can be done. I am beginning to see that now.
“Here are 39 songs I like”
Via Christopher Downer.
music to be ashamed of
Last.fm publishes a list of most deleted tracks. Their whole playground of projects is pretty interesting.
headline of the day
Man gets sick benefits for heavy metal addiction
quote out of context
I tried telling her that there was more to life than being liked, and she asked me how many Facebook friends I had.
Octodad 2
The makers of Octodad (here’s my review) are trying to kickstart a sequel. Ten bucks gets you a pre-order.
The Age of Mechanical Reproduction
If you haven’t read Paul’s piece yet, you should:
We don’t tell many people about what we are doing. When we do some say: “Well, it must be fun trying.” Or: “Are you sure you’re doing it right?” I laugh with them; after all, how many times have I said something insensitive while trying to be funny? I don’t talk about the large doses of medicine that I inject into my wife’s buttocks that cause her to inflate like a hormonal balloon. Nor do I discuss how intimacy itself has become such an awkward, uncomfortable thing that it’s scheduled on a Google Calendar named “LadyStuffings” with events that show up in pink.
when your love for goats goes too far…
more from Naples reading Raymond Queneau…
