Lonely Too Long - The Young Rascals
Friday, June 29, 2007
Worst. Cocktail. Ever.
But the Sourdough Saloon is most famous for a drink far more lurid than beer: its “sourtoe cocktails” are the drink of choice, garnished with a genuine severed human toe.
But the Sourdough Saloon is most famous for a drink far more lurid than beer: its “sourtoe cocktails” are the drink of choice, garnished with a genuine severed human toe.
Gallery of GM concept cars, starting beautifully with the 1938 Buick Y-Job and ending with Satan's own Hummer H2 SUT piece of shit.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Last gasps of a dying argument:
"P2P is hurting corn farmers."
Their idea is that if more people went to the theaters to watch movies then more people would therefore buy popcorn and put more money in the pockets of farmers who could then "...earn greater profits and buy more farm equipment."
"P2P is hurting corn farmers."
Their idea is that if more people went to the theaters to watch movies then more people would therefore buy popcorn and put more money in the pockets of farmers who could then "...earn greater profits and buy more farm equipment."
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
An explanatory page on google that deals with linguistic connotations, anti-semitism, and unintended outcomes of their ranking algorithms.
Monday, June 25, 2007
A nice designobserver piece on Sun Ra
If you were in Chicago in 1958, you might have happened into a jazz club on the South Side to find a band of musicians dressed in outer-space costumes, chanting “rocket number nine, take off for the planet Venus,” and setting loose battery-driven robots. On another day, on a stroll through Washington Park, kitty-corner from the Baptist preacher and across from the Nation of Islam representative, you could have come upon a street-corner lecturer in a flowing faux-leopard cape and black beret, detailing the etymology of the word “negro” and the coded meanings of the Bible. In both cases, the same mastermind was responsible: Sun Ra.
If you were in Chicago in 1958, you might have happened into a jazz club on the South Side to find a band of musicians dressed in outer-space costumes, chanting “rocket number nine, take off for the planet Venus,” and setting loose battery-driven robots. On another day, on a stroll through Washington Park, kitty-corner from the Baptist preacher and across from the Nation of Islam representative, you could have come upon a street-corner lecturer in a flowing faux-leopard cape and black beret, detailing the etymology of the word “negro” and the coded meanings of the Bible. In both cases, the same mastermind was responsible: Sun Ra.
I know that Sopranos speculation is a couple of weeks old at this point, but this guy makes a really good case that Tony got whacked.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Friday, June 22, 2007
Thomas the NJ Transit Train (McSweeneys)
Thomas is a passenger train who works on the Northeast Corridor Line, shuttling commuters between New York City and Trenton. One day, in the Trenton station, Thomas sees two passengers quarreling. It appears to be a Trenton man and a woman from the city. The man wants her purse bad. He runs away with it, and Thomas speeds up to catch him. After a long chase, the man runs to Centre Street, commonly referred to by the police as "Cocaine Avenue." The Fat Controller tells Thomas to stop immediately and turn around. It isn't worth going into that area for one purse. Thomas goes back to the city, his head hung low. "Guess it should be, 'The World Makes, Trenton Takes,'" thinks Thomas.
Thomas is a passenger train who works on the Northeast Corridor Line, shuttling commuters between New York City and Trenton. One day, in the Trenton station, Thomas sees two passengers quarreling. It appears to be a Trenton man and a woman from the city. The man wants her purse bad. He runs away with it, and Thomas speeds up to catch him. After a long chase, the man runs to Centre Street, commonly referred to by the police as "Cocaine Avenue." The Fat Controller tells Thomas to stop immediately and turn around. It isn't worth going into that area for one purse. Thomas goes back to the city, his head hung low. "Guess it should be, 'The World Makes, Trenton Takes,'" thinks Thomas.
The Generals Report (New Yorker)
How Antonio Taguba, who investigated the Abu Ghraib scandal, became one of its casualties
How Antonio Taguba, who investigated the Abu Ghraib scandal, became one of its casualties