Wednesday, September 26, 2007
You know when you pull out a pair of fresh, hot, and soft socks from the dryer and put them on your feet, and it makes you feel all giddy? Then all of a sudden you walk into a puddle and the sock gets soaked and floppy and wet? This is how I would describe the feeling of coming to the conclusion about how my name was just not right. Essentially, I was a damp, floppy sock.
I’m really trying to figure out what I should name the company, and it is pretty much the hardest thing I’ve done so far. Everything else was a cinch compared to this, even making complex molds.
Check out this chart:
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
I'd like to describe the Folsom Street Fair as a fun family event, but others have a different viewpoint.
“The ever-expanding downtown shopping empire, from Barneys to Bloomies, provides even more ripe opportunities to freak out straight-edge, bridge-and-tunnel Sunday shoppers with a leather master-and-slave getup. Around 40,000 fetishists, leather daddies, BDSM practitioners, sexual adventurers, furries, and garden-variety voyeurs from all over the world head down to Folsom Street for public spankings, piercing-and-hook suspension, and bare-butts-in-leather-chaps ogling. Plus, hear the Ladytron DJs spin and see Imperial Teen, Smash-Up Derby, and drag acts such as Kimo (of "20 Years of Madonna in 20 Minutes" fame) perform.”
It kinda feels secretive at least. But for some real secrets check out PostSecret, where people send in postcards about some of their secrets. Like these:
Friday, September 21, 2007
Here is a short list of things you are guaranteed to see:
- Transvestites and transexuals
- A bunch of crazy floats topped with neon drenched drug filled lunatics
- Naked people
- Hippies selling weed brownies or mushroom chocolate
- Thousands of people basking in the warm bass of techno music
- Some oddly placed corporate advertising
I wanted to write about this woman, J. Brooke Patterson, who creates these awesome little dioramas inside all sorts of eggs (quail, chicken, goose, duck). They are absolutely enchanting and really amazing to stare at and stare at and stare at.
Here is part her artist statement:
"As a container of life, the egg also inspires one to imagine the many things that can dwell inside. It can frame and focus a passing observation, or a deep contemplation. It is opportune medium in which to create little worlds that can enchant, delight, and amuse people. Its irregular shape and size, and its intimate nature, can draw people inwards."
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
- Festus Blackfist Reid III, bane o' Blackwater
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
There is something interesting in pondering what one's last words might be before one dies, and there is also something very frightening about it. Will your last words be filled with pain, love, brilliance, or blabber?
Feel like you need to take a look at some other people's last words? Check out the Texas Department of Criminal Justice list of executed offenders and their last words.
Monday, September 17, 2007
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
The My Twin “Just-like-Me” company allows parents to create dolls for their children that are supposed to resemble them.
Why? Seriously, why? It’s just top creepy. I mean I’m all about innovation, but there is something just too peculiar about this one.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Saturday, September 1, 2007
OH MY GOD! America’s former #1 activity might be dying? Or will it?
A group of Nike and Microsoft “expats” bought the Professional Bowler’s Association and are trying to repackage and resell bowling into a profitable sport. Check this movie out if you’re interested, “The League of Ordinary Gentleman.”
Hmmm..so that means Midwest bumpkins can now afford to buy two trailers instead of one?
The good news is that the traditional image of bowling and the places people bowl is in a paradigm shift, (only 1/3 of bowling centers are small traditional centers). This means you no longer are subject to smoky bowling alleys, but instead bowling alleys filled with disco lights and black lights! Why someone cares that much about trying to uplevel the image of bowling is beyond me. I mean bowling is really only about getting drunk and or having really aqward dates where girls beat you (see a post from Shark at the jo-tel about this)
In the meantime, do your part to save bowling and go visit your favorite bowling center. Oh p.s. enjoy these pics!