Like I’m going to spend four days mucking about at a design conference and not come back and change up the site design. Going to be upsetting a few other things as well as adding some more content.
Jun 5, 2007 | General 2 Comments
First there was me. Then there was the California Dairy Board’s genius viral marketing site cowabduction.com. Then today geekloogie brought our attention to this prototype abduction lamp designed by Lasse Klein,which truly excels in it’s awesomeness.
It’s nice to occasionally have proof of your coolness, especially when (as with the internet) you can prove you thought it up before everyone else.
Then we’ve made the jump to the new server. Hey jiffynet - piss off!
I got inspired and threw up a new masthead, with a more summer-ish theme. I really am going to leave things alone for a bit here as I undertake the great domestic realignment of 2007.
It’s not often that I associate art with television these days. Leave it to public broadcasting to buck that trend.
Tonight I happened across PBS’s America at a Crossroads a series dealing with our current state of affairs in the post 9/11 world. This particular episode focused on the writings of Americans who’ve served in Iraq. The most moving piece (in my mind, they were all gut wrenching) was authored by an officer escorting the body of a fallen marine back to his hometown in Wyoming. (The full text is here)
All along the route (to the cemetery), people had lined the street and were waving small American flags. The flags that were otherwise posted were all at half-staff. For the last quarter mile up the hill, local boy scouts, spaced about twenty feet apart, all in uniform, held large flags. At the foot of the hill, I could look up and back and see how enormous the procession was. I wondered how many people would be at this funeral if it were in, say, Detroit or Los Angeles—probably not as many as were here in little Dubois, Wyoming…Now, as I watched them carry him the final fifteen yards, I was choking up. I felt that, as long as he was still moving, he was somehow still alive. Then they positioned him over his grave. He had stopped moving.
Now, he was home to stay and I suddenly felt at once sad, relieved, and useless. It had been my honor to take Chance Phelps to his final post. Now he is on the high ground overlooking his town.
There’s many things that you could amend here. Tack on a piece of spin, political hyperbole. As they say, the silence is deafening.
Alamo Drafthouse, the worlds greatest movie theater, has teamed up with my favorite pancake purveyor to return Mad Max to the big screen.
Featuring Australian ranter Mel Gibson as a nomadic leather-fetishist who stumbles onto a town run entirely on farts where latter-day gladiators compete inside a huge dutch oven known, as “Thunderdome”. The movie also stars Tina Turner as the singing mayor of Bartertown who sends our hero into the arena against the formidable Master/Blaster, the baddest symbiotic-two-person-bullying- entity-composed-of-one-mildly-retarded-guy-and-one-evil-genius since Bush/Cheney.
I’d love to add to that, but they’ve really summed it up perfectly. But in case you needed just a little more, the trailer they put together is awesome - Mad Max III as a Volkswagen commercial..
Well. There’s a couple of ways to think about this. Maybe god or gravity, or some combination of the two decided the didn’t approve of my current arsenal of dental hygiene tools. Maybe they thought I needed an apt visual to sum up the craptasticness of this particular Monday. Maybe this is a message that my septic lines need cleaning.
Or perhaps I just shouldn’t store my toothbrush in the cabinet above the toilet. Or moreover, what the hell am I doing taking pictures of my toilet ?
All worthy avenues of self examination.
My sister’s neighborhood in NYC was host to an Iraq-style firefight lastnight.
It was unclear last night what lay behind the first shooting at the pizzeria, DeMarco’s at 146 Macdougal Street. The police said the gunman, wearing a fake beard, walked into the restaurant and was given a menu by Mr. Romero. When Mr. Romero turned away, the authorities said, the gunman shot him 15 times in the back.
Her response: I’m glad i don’t eat pizza.
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Aside from the feeling that you constantly want to wash your hands, this place is petty damn interesting.
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300 comes out this week, accompanied by many in-depth explanations of the the Battle of Thermopylae, complete with a nauseating number of extended histories, cultural refreshers and so forth.
The release is interestingly timed. This past week (March 6) marked the 171st anniversary of the fall of the Alamo - a defining moment in Texas history, a military clusterfuck of epic proportions and the linchpin for one of the finest grassroots propaganda campaigns on the 19th Century.
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