it’s from here
wow. in tokyo there was one of these, of tokyo. it was overwhelming and great.
this is a super cute site.
i love how it’s written.
i don’t know where to put this so i’m putting it here. recent LA fires:
that picture is amazing. holy.
nice nice and nice
this is good
i really like how the site works. for a quick sampling, look at case studies, IIT.
interesting layout. lots to explore.
this article give s me a clue as to why the beer here makes me feel shitty:
the start of this thread and the revivals might make you feel better about spinning records for your co-workers:
http://www.ilxor.com/ILX/ThreadSelectedControllerServlet?boardid=41&threadid=8014#unread
damn those pictures didn’t work but here are the links:
oh just forget it
this tree down the alley is being cut down today. i am unhappy. we go way back. i can see it from the front porch, from the backs. sometimes it makes me dizzy but most of the time i love watching it, always in motion.
>> Favorite Radio Show
Dave: For some weird reason, the David Lee Roth morning radio show (now defunct). DLR replaced Howard Stern’s time slot at KROQ after “the king of all media” made the jump to satellite radio. I’m not sure, but I don’t think that David Lee Roth had too many credentials other than the fact that he was a wacky personality that used to tear shit up in the 80’s as the frontman of Van Halen, but for some reason KROQ thought it would be a great idea to give him a daily weekday show at 6 in the morning.
Don’t get me wrong, this show totally sucked ass in a major way. I used to show up to Battles practice and bitch about how lame the show was that morning. I used to want to call in to the show to tell him how much I thought he was the shit when he was in Van Halen and how much he totally sucks now. His jokes were wicked lame, his stories made absolutely no sense, his whole staff sucked, and he would play really lame music while he talked over it. I totally hated this show, it was like listening to a car crash every morning. It only lasted for a couple months, and as the show got older and people kept calling in and doggin’ DLR, the higher-ups at KROQ started to take more stuff away from him, he could no longer play that lame music while he talked; they took away his staff and replaced it with a super-dry Australian guy that had absolutely no chemistry and nothing in common with DLR. Towards the end he was a defeated man; he was fired and the show was taken off the air.
However, almost a year and a half has gone by, and, in retrospect, I now realize that David Lee Roth was really trying to push some boundaries, and as much as his show may have sucked, he really managed to, for better or worse, strike a chord with me. I started to feel bad for him towards the end of the show, I felt how he realized that there could be something better than your average “Mike and the Mad Dog” type shit and he strived for something outside of the box, and the higher-ups cut him back down to size. Thus, DLR is my, in recent memory favorite radio show, he was a man that stood up for mankind and held a mirror up to those fat corporate cats sitting in their cushy office chairs in their safe well-constructed glass boxes that they work within and in a way, said, I dare you to challenge the state of this dystopian society that we’ve created for ourselves. DLR was, to your average plumber in New Jersey, unsuccessful in his attempt at being a radio show host, but to the artist that dwells within all of us, he was a beacon of light.
^^don’t click that
diagonal mar park in barcelona: everything cool
Di daakes’part a di night a when diay soon light
can someone (ahem) print this sometime?
hey lingbert thanx for # -V 0 —vbr-new —add-id3v2 —ignore-tag-errors —ta “%a” —tt “%t” —tg “%m” —tl “%g” —ty “%y” —tn “%n” %s %d. ha ha ZINDAQI EK SAFAR, the first twelve seconds make a great intro to other stuff.
I am not a pro, just guy with a lotta mp3s and a dream.
http://granades.com/2007/05/02/loltrek/
I wish I could send it to my trekkie-lite dad for father’s day, but he wouldn’t get it.
i has enlightenment now. thx, jaq!
this thread proves once and for all that keith is a saint.
credit: amon
that last one might belong in the Uhh thread.
my new favorite phrase:
I feel all frustrater.
tito puente goes off
uhh thread?
where plz?
no idea. if forced to guess i’d say singapore
not posting the image because it’s enormous. but you should go look because it’s v v cool.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Giant_planes_comparison.svg#file
hey those are cute!
YAAAAAOOOWWW
Q: Who are you splitting this ounce with?
A: My roommate’s ex-husband and this guy who’s kind of a shut-in.
can’t decide between uhh and i call bullshit, so here it goes:
from the IT help desk manager:
Do we install the software or do you? If we install it, where is the software available?
give me a goddamn fucking break you perennial asswipe.
so yesterday i did the manual labor until like 9pm. drywall, framing all the shit. then i was like, i think i’ll go climb a 12300 ft. mountain. (this is where things get gringi5h!)
so i pack my pack, pack my pipe (exhaust pipe with a banana. that joke is still funny even when it’s my car!) and i drove up to the mt. got on the trail solo at 10:38 last night (course nobody wants to night hike. wtf). hiked till 12:25. threw the bag down to sleep at like 11300 ft. smoked, perfect. woke up at 8. summited and back to truck by 12::22 this afternoon. anyways, 2 things happened. chipmunks almost ate me alive in the fashion of a swarm of red ants or giant flock of birds. on the summit, those fuckers were after me. well, basically i stayed still and then they started crawling on me and licking my sweat. grooooosss! OMG!
so i thought, hey, i’m like the chipmunk whisperer (heady points?). BUT THEN. walking off the summit, oh look what is right in the trail on the ridge of a mt... a big fucking big horn sheep. he was pissed. he was sort of tryin to step to me. which is hilarious because as brett knows, when you hike alone, especially at night but really anytime, you will have a recurring thought about an animal attacking you and you killing it with bare hands, a walking stick, and your knife. always the knife. then you’d be on the cover of a local newspaper and you mentally write the outline for the story and think about the quotes you’ll say to the reporters. brett, if i’m wrong, tell me. so last night i was thinking if a big horn started charging me, my quote would be “hey, i just gave it the matador treatment, i held out my pack, let him hit that, then sunk my knife in his side and his momentum ripped him open from shoulder to hip. no big deal, this sort of thing just happens in the wild. ”
so there the sheep is, and i’m like “hey, dont ram me” and he keeps like walking closer to me trying to punk me. meanwhile i have my knife in one hand and my cam in the other. and i was near a tree i figured i’d use for cover if shit got real. i remember mentally changing the newspaper story to incorporate the tree, while it was happening. but i just gave him space and he chilled.
— river wolf, Thursday, July 19, 2007 1:11 PM (5 days ago) Bookmark Link
THIS LINK IS TOTALLY WORTH CLICKING, PEOPLE
tru
makes me think stencils
yesyesyes
holy shit!
i mean in a good way.
much of the comments on slog sound like something off of Rush Limbaugh’s website anymore.
I think I am just going to stop posting anything else. It really is arguing with the mentally retarded.
Posted by Cato the Younger Younger | August 17, 2007 12:13 PM
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Cato @8—are you a NW native?
You used this odd colloquialism in your post I only hear from Seattle born and raised. You use the word “anymore” in an affirmative way, rather than negative. In my mind, “anymore” is what you say when the sentiment is negative or something has ceased to be a certain way. “we don’t do that anymore.” Your sentance above sounds strange to me, I would have used the word “nowadays”.
Everytime I hear “anymore” used this way, it always stops me in my tracks. The only people I have heard say it are natives, like my friend and his mom, both of which are from Seattle.
Just curious....
Posted by rubyred | August 17, 2007 12:28 PM
Yet in a few hold-outs, where history played odd tricks, Art Deco still dominates. Their names are surprising: Napier in New Zealand, rebuilt in one go after an earthquake in 1931; Miami Beach; the Eritrean capital Asmara, a masterpiece from the age of the brief Italian empire.
dear lady at work whose mother and husband died on consecutive days: even though you are mean and terrible to work with, i am still very sad for you.
oh man, that baseball story.
i know. sorry
Pros: Secret cock. Elegant, gracefully curved testes
Cons: Thin, reedy shaft
who wouldn’t love a guy named buttimore
“pretty sure that’s the wind and not the rain
though they sound the same.”
:( not found
“you remind me of someone i haven’t met yet”
dont wa t to clutter the location log so...... when we passed through malta the otherday i said “malta milk balls”. offhand and then DL said “it is on the milk river” and we all went WHOOOOOAAAAAA
++, all y’all
lol? maybe if someone else posted it:
things i have gotten on my t-shirts today:
apricot juice
choco ice cream
sweat
dirt
salt water
leaves
dead bug
this is awesome:
i’m hitting them with my schaffel stick they won’t even know what to do
― lxy, Thursday, July 9, 2009 8:26 PM
:)
bump this thread every time a co-worker wears the ugliest acid-washed jean vest you could imagine
the words alone are vile and hideous to read
chinese rockabilly lesbians???
is that what your co-worker is dressed like today?!
naw just a girl on the bus
i was j/k silly
omg 10cc sucks assssssssss
is listening to them like walking in the rain and the snow when there’s nowhere to go and you’re feeling like a part of you is dying?
Y
i hope the knowledge that i pulled that lyric out of my jr high school memory bank makes you feel a little better. if nothing else you should feel happy knowing that, unlike me, you don’t have shit like that rattling around in your head.
yikes
we’re playing the jack.fm guess the song game and i just beat them to Hot Chocolate
that sounds fun except for the part about having to listen to terrible songs
we’ve been guessing who they might play next and WEIGGLEY GOT IT!! U2 unfortunately
“The renewal of life is the great theme of our age, not the further dominance, in ever more frozen and compulsive forms, of the machine. And the first step for each of us is to seize the initiative and recover our own capacity for living; to detach ourselves from the daily routine to make ourselves self-respecting, self-governing, persons. In short, we must take things into our own hands. Before art on any great scale can redress our lop-sided [technology], we must put ourselves in the mood and frame of mind in which art becomes possible, as either creation or re-creation: above all we must learn to pause, to be silent, to close our eyes and wait.”
– Lewis Mumford, 1951
the revenge are running a contest on their blog, what’s the best/worst/funniest request you’ve gotten whilst DJing. somebody posted this, said it was from last week:
The holy grail of chips and salsa has been located at Redwood on Capitol Hill. The chips are brought directly from the deep fryer, burning hot, plenty salty, with a squeeze of lime; they’re entirely crispy, but they still have enough body that you know you’re eating a tortilla. The salsa is pico de gallo–style, fresh and uncomplicated, made with organic tomatoes and onions and pickled jalapeños. Chips and salsa are not usually a thrill. These are shockingly, amazingly good. Your mouth will tell your brain that you’re having a life-changing experience. (Redwood, 514 E Howell St, 329–1952. 4 pm–2 am, $4/$3 at happy hour, 21+.)
yum
i know right!!
i want my mouth to tell my brain something about those chips RIGHT NOW!
Straight-up, helicopters are beyond fresh, and how many times do you get a chance to actually go up in one?
delete that and we’ll still be able to see it lol
sonned
been a while
i love that place
strovie sterner
Yellow Fever are creating many traditions of their own, the most notable being when male supporters remove their shirts at the 80th minute mark when the Phoenix are winning.
e.h0pe went in a helicopter ride over a volcano and took this picture. i think it is so surreal.
titled “love awakening zones”:
corry’s dry cleaning scrolling marquee:
september 12, 2009
8:04 pm
-196
skatafell national park, iceland:
don’t know what it means but i like how it looks:
ah, now i know, thanks to wikipedia:
QSL cards confirm either a two-way radiocommunication between two amateur radio stations or a one-way reception of a signal from an AM radio, FM radio, television or shortwave broadcasting station. They can also confirm the reception of a two-way radiocommunication by a third party listener. A typical QSL card is the same size and made from the same material as a typical postcard, and most are sent through the mail as such.
azadi tower, teheran
dude
i know!
funny twist on tilt-shift timelapse
Colorama - Makeover from Upper First on Vimeo.
Lewis Mumford: “Forget the damned motorcar and build the cities for lovers and friends.”
poor east timor ;_;
i know right
“Discovery News reports that scientists have identified a region of the brain which appears to control morality and discovered that a powerful magnetic field can scramble the moral center of the brain, impairing volunteers’ notion of right and wrong. ‘You think of morality as being a really high-level behavior,’ says Liane Young, a scientist at MIT and co-author of the article. ‘To be able to apply (a magnetic field) to a specific brain region and change people’s moral judgments is really astonishing.’”
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oh haha, i can’t even remember what it was now.
^watch later w/sound
In case you were wondering, I always stare at airplanes for a long time when I see them in the sky and sometimes it is very difficult to resist the urge to wave at them and I collect tiny things like chairs and boxes
did i write that somewhere in my sleep?
Kabul Nightlife: Thriving in Between Suicide Bombs
By Tim McGirk Tuesday, Apr. 13, 2010
Nightlife may seem like a luxury no one can afford in Kabul. The Afghan capital is hit by suicide bombers with depressing regularity, and on some nights expatriates receive word from their embassies that a suicide team is plotting to attack a “foreign guest house” — and these are the truly chilling words — “in your neighborhood.” On those occasions, you sleep with your clothes on and shoes beside the bed, after having mapped out an escape route over the wall into your (hopefully friendly) neighbor’s garden.(See a TIME video on the nightlife in Baghdad.)
But on most nights, Kabul’s expatriates go out and partake in the manic craziness of the city’s bar and restaurant scene in houses reminiscent of America’s Prohibition-era speakeasies, behind 20-ft.-tall blast walls and an outer perimeter of armed Afghan security guards. “It’s like dancing at the edge of a volcano,” explains Anne Seidel, a German architect working for the U.N. in Kabul. The expatriates are a boisterous crowd of young and usually single diplomats, aid workers, journalists, spies and mercenaries — or, as they like to call themselves, “contractors.” Most of them earn $100,000 salaries and have money to burn. They tend to be adventurous, but the security constraints of their jobs often leave them cloistered in claustrophobic boredom — following suicide attacks, most foreigners are confined to their fort-like compounds.
When the dust settles, Kabul has hordes of war-zone entrepreneurs who are only too happy to help lighten the wallets of expatriates while providing opportunities to blow off steam. And that has given the Afghan capital a greater variety of restaurants than Delhi, Karachi or Tehran, cities 10 times its size. Kabul offers Thai cuisine as well as Turkish, Balkan, Italian, French and Persian, plus several steakhouses, a martini bar with a DJ and a Mexican cantina with high-stakes poker games. The city boasts dozens of Chinese restaurants, but a few were shut down several years ago when authorities realized that the owners were offering the services of hookers along with the Kung Pao chicken. Tiger prawns, pork loins and French wines are flown in from Dubai. The T-bone steaks come frozen from Australia.
It takes a special entrepreneurial mentality to look at a city under sporadic siege by jihadists and see a golden opportunity for supplying exotic food and illegal booze. Some restaurateurs have even migrated to Kabul from past wars in the Balkans or East Timor; they missed the wartime camaraderie — and the whopping profits. Some provide echoes of Bertolt Brecht’s archetypal war profiteer, the indomitable Mother Courage, who drove a cart through an artillery barrage to make a profit off the sale of 50 stale loaves of bread. A female Thai restaurant owner says she gives a dagger to each of her waitresses to scare off kidnappers in the bazaar — do-it-yourself security at its best.
Just like snowflakes, no two days at eworks inc. are alike.
make use of that in your answer to the question ‘why should we hire you instead of someone else?’
worthwhile article about hyperlinks
http://www.roughtype.com/archives/2010/05/experiments_in.php
People making travel plans may unwittingly heed a strange rule of thumb — southern routes rule. In a new experiment, volunteers chose paths that dipped south over routes of the same distance that arched northward, perhaps because northern routes intuitively seem uphill and thus more difficult, researchers suggest.
sciencenewsVolunteers also estimated that it would take considerably longer to drive between the same pairs of U.S. cities if traveling from south to north, as opposed to north to south, says psychologist and study director Tad Brunyé of the U.S. Army Research, Development, and Engineering Command in Natick, Mass., and Tufts University in Medford, Mass. For journeys that averaged 798 miles, time estimates for north-going jaunts averaged one hour and 39 minutes more than south-going trips, he and his colleagues report in an upcoming Memory & Cognition.
i noticed through the vent in my room that a light was on in the tv room. i went downstairs and found Friends on tv, chatting away
:) good storage tip
ysidro farfan
Two on a big ocean
Patrick Riley and Alaina Moore met while studying philosophy in college. The two agreed that upon graduating they would sell their collective possessions and leave behind their lives in Denver. They planned to buy a small sailboat and spend the next year living aboard and traveling exclusively under sail. For years this dream was carefully nurtured while preparations were made. Learning to sail and selecting a boat is difficult to accomplish from a landlocked state. Their nautical self-education consisted of a steady diet of how-to books and videos.
They were motivated by stories shared by sailors like Joshua Slocum, or Lin and Larry Pardey. On a sailboat minimalism transcends efficiency. There are no schedules, no agendas, or the many concerns that come with modern life. A sailor cares only for the direction of the wind and the condition of the water. Riley and Moore did not want their perception of the world to be shaped by spreadsheets, or facts gleaned in classrooms. They wanted a life of experience unmediated by people or things, a life of intimate participation with their environment. Cell phones, television, household appliances, the conveniences of modern life were traded for simplicity and contentment. A return to evenings spent indulging in the profound silence of the remotest regions, far from the yellowy glow of civilization.
Voyaging along the North Atlantic coastline for seven months at an average speed of five miles an hour lends itself to reordering one’s priorities. The long way is the beautiful one. The hard way is the most rewarding. Two years after completing their 2500 nautical mile voyage, Riley and Moore’s experience has led them to seek out a new endeavor. Their music bears the mark of months spent alone with the sea and each other. It is tinged with the sweet affection of new lovers. It bears the uncluttered aesthetic of time spent in remote and uninhabited regions. Their music is a modest attempt to translate an old truth rediscovered. Their album will be released by Fat Possum in January 2011.
SEATTLE – Some members of the 12th Man ended up in jail over the weekend when Hoquiam Police decided to use last Saturday’s playoff game as a way to round up some suspects.
Police figured a lot of people would be home watching the game on TV, so they decided to knock on the doors of those with outstanding warrants.
Twenty-three people were booked into jail. They also missed the end of the game.
this tweet made me :)
Marcotti Gabriele Marcotti Happy B-day: Wayne Gretzky + Jose Mourinho. The Great One and the Special One.
i am against off-brand mayonaise
yes, don’t let’s ever buy it plz.
that one’s totally cute
