Werner Herzog, Into the Abyss

The paradox of this film is that it is both unremittingly bleak and rigorously humane.

A.O. Scott

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“I would say, looking at the smaller countries like Luxembourg, that Pearl Mesta wasn’t sent to Luxembourg because she had big bosoms. Pearl Mesta went to Luxembourg because she made a good contribution,” Nixon said.

Who was this woman, about whom there are so many conflicting theories but next to no actual evidence, who died — the day after their wedding — as Mrs. Hitler?

The statistics on arranged marriage are surprising. In every country where it is still common practice, including Afghanistan, India, Iraq, Iran and, to a lesser extent, Japan, an arranged marriage has a higher success rate than a so-called “love marriage.”

Researchers have only recently begun to investigate her, but Dr Frohlich says the CT scanner has revealed her internal organs are intact.

By recording the eye movements of a hypnotized woman, and comparing them with those of nonhypnotized people, researchers say they have found evidence that hypnosis involves a special mental state, fundamentally different from normal consciousness.

“At the end of the day, all hypnosis is self hypnosis.”

from the comments

Rick Neece:

Casey, the stub at the end of my full-windsors is a little bigger than tiny. I share your neck size.

Casey Cichowicz:

Thanks Rick. I often have trouble getting the stub into the keeper. Especially after a few drinks.

How To

I tied a tie after consulting You Tube. My efforts were acceptable, even though I did not master the Full Windsor.

I said I needed a photo before he took off to the pre-party. He was grumpy. “But why? You got a picture before I went to last year’s winter formal.”

SUPER SAD TRUE LOVE STORY by Gary Shteyngart


Just watch it. (via Austin Kleon)

This will only end well

Bison rides in car to pub, chugs beer

Jim and Bailey usually hop around town in their Buffalo-mobile, a sedan transformed into a convertible by taking out the front and back seats, the roof, the windows and the windshield, so Bailey can be comfortable.

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Vicki Butler-Henderson gets emotional driving the Ferrari 458 Spider

I’ve changed my mind about how I feel about the looks of the car, but I haven’t about wanting to drive it. If you don’t want to watch the whole thing, the aesthetically induced emotion begins about four minutes in.

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It must be noted he has a speech impediment.

We are now Simple.

Distribute that image, he continues, and “the viewer can choose — I don’t want to sound professorial — but can choose the truth.”

There was also Holmes’ recent appearance as a “slutty pumpkin” on How I Met Your Mother.

I wish I could walk back the “Nancy the Crooked Whore” thing. It’s not alliterative.

tweet of the day

Urbanized: Original Score

You can listen to the score for Gary Hustwit’s Urbanized by Kristian Dunn streaming online for free.

Quote out of context

For every one person that comes forward with a false accusation, there are probably thousands who will say that none of that sort of activity ever came from Herman Cain.

Skyrim comes out tomorrow

So if you are wondering why the radio silence for the next few days, this is it.

from the comments

Sheila Ryan:

Have I mentioned a man I knew who, years ago, worked in what was then styled the multimedia division of a university and who, before that, had studied at the Institute of Design . . . who, instead of counting sheep at bedtime, imagined a grid and methodically filled it in?

dueling banjos

Safety is Serious

Are you being too safe or are you not being too safe enough?*


*Trick question: You’re already dead.

Billy Bragg – New England

I’ve been thinking about this song a lot lately and the now (very strange) horror-themed tattoo artist I used to work with at the liquor store in New Jersey who introduced me to the tune.

Rhein II

Andreas Gursky’s “Rhein II” set a new record for the highest selling price for a photograph ($4.3 million) yesterday. I must say I rather like it, though I do wonder how these things happen.

Meet the Flockers: Sarah Pavis

Last year, when I happened upon this post in Google Reader I felt like the internet was playing a trick on me. Some sort of digital Oroborus. Something I shared in Google Reader made its way out and in to one of my favorite blogs? How did this happen? OH RIGHT. The internet is made of people. Awesome people, as I soon discovered when I started stalking following some of my favorite bloggers like Andrew and Tim on Twitter. They followed me back for some reason and now we’re internet friends because that’s a thing. And that’s evolved into having fun playing Minecraft with Andrew & Dave. So I’m very happy to be joining Clusterflock because I was running out of stalking outlets online gathering places.

SO: Formal hello! My name is Sarah Pavis. I’m an engineer & writer living in Chicago who went to school in Massachusetts and grew up in Connecticut. If you think this means I’m a smart, well-off liberal who pines for rolling hills and foliage then you are correct because all stereotypes are not-so-secretly true.

Most of my interneting the past few years has been on Google Reader. This URL isn’t worth much now but if you’d like I can hook you up with a JSON file that you can peruse over a cup of coffee & a SQL database if you want to become better acquainted. Or you can check out my Twitter where I complain about Google Reader, my cat, Google Reader, television, and Google Reader. If you’re on the newest, biggest, boringest social network might I also trick you into following me like I evidently did +4000 other people.

If you Google my name most of the results are me except for that one girl who rides a motorcycle and lives in Florida. She doesn’t know it but she’s my internet nemesis. Her and whoever owns spavis@gmail.com and won’t sell it to me. In your Googling you might stumble across one of any of a dozen blogs I’ve started that now lie in various states of abandonment. I’ve made sincere promises to all of them that I’ll come back, treat em’ right, clean the cobwebs out of their CSS, stuff ‘em full of content, and pound them with so much traffic it’ll make their site counters spin. Though, for now, they remain fallow. But I’d never do that to you Clusterflock. I love you, baby.

I was thinking about cats again

A former School of The Art Institute classmate, Stephen Eichhorn, is working on some cat collages. He showed up on my radar recently with yesterday’s The Fox is Black post.

quotes out of context

Is there anyone who thinks sexual harassment is a real thing?

It can also become a human avatar by projecting real-time video of a person’s face onto itself during teleconferences, or perhaps helping distant family or friends connect more intimately.

Are we really going to accept an Interface Of The Future that is less expressive than a sandwich?

He’d shown that changing lanes in traffic is pointless, for instance, and that an applicant was less likely to be admitted to a medical school if he was interviewed on a rainy day.

The big-picture upshot to all this measured subtraction is simple: Over the past 40 years, man has improved his ability to run 100 meters by .37 of a second.

With an empty mug, only one note is emitted, whereas a filled mug produces melodious trills and warblings.

Khoi Vinh on Grids

If you remove all the subjectivity then you get some essential truth.

An interview with Khoi Vinh at The Color Machine:

We sat down with Khoi Vinh, former Design Director of NYTimes.com to discuss the subject that has made his work most noteworthy: the grid. The result is an illuminating conversation about Khoi’s plans for the future, first interest in the field of design, and even the grid’s complex relationship with emotion.

Previously on clusterflock.

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headline of the day

White House Declares No Extraterrestrial Encounters — Yet

headline of the day, II

Man throws 4,800 bottled notes into the ocean, gets 3,100 replies

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