World War I - The feline mascot of the light cruiser HMAS Encounter, peering from the muzzle of a 6 inch gun, circa 1914-1918
[via the Australian War Memorial collection]
Liquidnight is such a great blog. Stunning images that keep coming and coming…
Guns & Kittens
I love Lady Gaga. But I’ve had a bad day and I’m hatin’.
After 15 pages of screenshots and freakouts, no one bothered to link to the video leak and I couldn’t find the damn thing on Google. So when I finally broke down and clicked on Gawker, which I have successfully stayed away from for over a year, I was irritated and skeptical.
Hello product placement for everything Lady Gaga is currently shilling. Halfway through, I was expecting her to bust out with a bottle of Grey Goose, a pack of American Spirits, a 10 piece Chicken McNuggets, and a limited edition Lady Gaga Snuggie. (You know you would totally buy the Snuggie.)
It was 1/3 awesome, 1/3 a commercial and 1/3 a jacked up Kill Bill video.
Klonopin necklace, via The Gloss:
…There’s Valium. Percocet. Vicodin. Jonesing for a particular drug made in sterling silver? Designer Chris Glancy will hook you up. He notes that the line is “all about the connection between fashion and escapism.” And the connection between Klonopin and feeling awesome!
LOVE. Check out the whole collection, it’s actually very striking.
“*There are more African Americans under correctional control today—in prison or jail, on probation or parole—than were enslaved in 1850, a decade before the Civil War began.
*As of 2004, more African American men were disenfranchised (due to felon disenfranchisement laws) than in 1870, the year the Fifteenth Amendment was ratified, prohibiting laws that explicitly deny the right to vote on the basis of race.
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“Thank you, guys. When I was… I was nine and I asked my dad, “Can I have your movie camera? That old, wind-up 8 millimeter camera that was in your drawer?” And he goes, “Sure, take it.” And I took it and I started making movies with it and I started being as creative as I could, and never once in my life did my parents ever say, “What you’re doing is a waste of time.” Never. And I grew up, I had teachers, I had colleagues, I had people that I worked with all through my life who always told me what you’re doing is not a waste of time. So that was normal to me that it was OK to do that. I know there are kids out there that don’t have that support system so if you’re out there and you’re listening, listen to me: If you want to be creative, get out there and do it. It’s not a waste of time. Do it. OK? Thank you. Thank you.”
This was my favorite acceptance speech from the 2010 Academy Awards. As someone who was told while growing up that “what you are doing is a waste of time and you will never be successful as an artist and I won’t let you ruin your life like that” over and over and over again…this made me cry.
Real Life Barrens Chat.
zoya:
Mean Disney Girls. Quick, before Disney sends a takedown.
un:
(via lumber:babyboxes:theindiehippie:iwasacamera-:umnothanks:drinkyourjuice:indieandyy:notemily:heavycritters:eclecticbanana)
“This is important.”
I Never Want An Easy Life If Me And He Were Ever To Get There - The Charlatans
Okay.
Okay.
Noooooooooo.
I’m firmly on the side of the Tumblr cat ladies. Ori could totally kick the crap out of Lilly.
Jon Stewart plays ChatRoulette
“Love u pad Thai”?
Read it and let me know what you think!
“It’s beyond frustrating to me at this point, because there’s all this talk about how we want girls to go into tech careers, but the best we can get is pink laptops and mommy iPhones and Computer Engineer Barbie. ”
Or a marketing position in social media companies.
(via Reddit)
tedr:
Sen. Jim Bunning is full of demons. You can practically see them.
It’s his final FFFFFFUUUUU to the GOP for not supporting his run for re-election in Kentucky and pressuring him into retirement. It’s too bad millions of people will needlessly struggle while this man has a fit because no one likes him.
(via youmightfindyourself)
Ron English - Bovine Bombing in South Texas
(via)
Post-it notes that look like blades of grass (Product page via Spoon & Tamago via Boing Boing
Ideal for Leaves of Grass and Wind in the Willows.
Streetsblog New York City » SeeClickFix: Is “Little Brother” the Next Big Thing?
The next generation of community-driven reporting of quality-of-life issues — like potholes, graffiti, garbage buildup, or broken street lights — is SeeClickFix, software that enables users to populate a map with cases that are then forwarded to the responsible city agency. Much like a 311 system, SeeClickFix is predicated on the assumption that an aware and engaged public that uses technology can get its city government to efficiently resolve problems.
Doing Business With Ray
Can I tell you guys how much the Beartooth Highway scared the crap out of me? It was not a highway. Oh, it has grandeur but that mostly applies to the delusions of it being a highway. It’s a paved track that is only open a few months out of the year. Intensely beautiful and breathtaking but when we made it to the top and it was snowing in July, I could only think oh my god we are going to die up here in the alpine tundra and the cows are going to eat me.
There were small herds of cows on the pass. I don’t know why they were at 10,000 feet but cows aren’t the smartest creatures. I guess they were grazing but there wasn’t a whole lot of vegetation.
I sometimes get really sketched out when I get above the tree line. Things get weird that high up. I think some people get addicted to mountain climbing because of that feeling.
I don’t like that feeling. I start thinking things like cows are going to eat me.
Nice Marmot.
I don’t miss the snow. The amount of snowfall was ridiculous. We left for a month between the winter and summer seasons and came back to this in April 2008. Sick of snow and frustrated with health insurance issues, this was the beginning of the end for me.
Look at those awesome cornices. I parked the car in front of the largest drift I could find and forced Alex to stand in front of the car for scale. The snow plows are huge and the blades left those marks in the snow behind the car.
It’s been long enough to break down and admit I miss it.
“Got Your Money”- Ol’ Dirty Bastard
“The song is initially dedicated exclusively to the world’s population of attractive females, until ODB seems to have pangs of guilt for not including ladies who might be considered ‘homely’ or ‘ugly,’ so he decides to include them, with the encouraging words, ‘to me, you pretty anyway, baby.’ The artist begins the song by expressing his harsh disdain for women whom he meets, who initially appear to be interested in him, yet later express a reversal of opinion. He then transitions into a discussion about how women sometimes imply they are carrying one’s child, although the DNA tests may not yet have come back conclusively.
ODB then expresses some confusion with respect to the morality of the situation, but he is able to remedy this by presenting his Cristal brand of champagne, and urging the patrons to disarm themselves, because ODB does not approve of such violence. Continuing, it appears at first that there is some mutual attraction between “Dirty” (ODB) and the female patrons in the establishment; however, it soon becomes apparent to Dirty that the females only wish to use him for a shot at music video stardom. Despite his knowledge of their ulterior motives, ODB’s primary interest remains focused on dancing, and he tries to perpetuate his image as one who should not be taken lightly. He acknowledges a lack of intellectualism, although he claims that this is superseded by his natural charisma.
The females in the establishment start admiring Dirty for his assets, which just causes Dirty to return to the situation at hand: his money. He asks for the females’ assistance in rectifying the situation, and subsequently asks them to expose their nether regions. Dirty finishes off the song with some nonsensical lyrics, that clearly imply his rising anger for the missing money.”
Apparently, the pilot thought he was a safety risk.
Busy with Shepard Fairey install, but not too busy to appreciate this:
Makes you think, doesn’t it?
Gummy worm chromosomes. Yum.
Anybody want a cat? It’s not the cute one. It’s the hate filled, mentally ill one that just puked all over my bedroom floor.
RAGERAGERAGE
Can someone smarter than me explain why we are still raging about this? Should the context of who put this together change our perception? Should fried chicken and collard greens be banned in February so people with privilege don’t have to feel guilty about their tenuous understanding of anything concerning African-American culture or experience in the United States?
After watching the interview with the chef, I hope she doesn’t lose her job.
john:
Someone used Kickstarter to encase a Detroit home in ice.
Ice House art project - compelling use of the very cool Kickstarter
The flash went off while my cold fingers fumbled with the settings. The trees, scrappy things clinging to the steep hill behind the house, shifted in the gusting wind and suddenly assumed a menacing quality.
6:15 a.m. Everything is faintly orange from the city lights reflecting off the low clouds.
“[Obama was elected because] we do not have a civics, literacy test before people can vote in this country.”
Colorado Republican Tom Tancredo, in his opening-night speech at the National Tea Party Convention (via TPM)
Literacy and civics test were used during the Jim Crow era to keep blacks from voting. Note that this is the same man who said Sonia Sotomayor was a member of the “Latino KKK” and who’s former speechwriter (for his failed presidential run) plead guilty to delivering a “karate chop” to a random black woman after calling her a nigger.
(via ericmortensen)
A resident prepares mud cakes at the zone of Cite-Soleil in Port-au-Prince. The cakes, made of mud with a bit of salt and vegetable oil spread, are a traditional Haitian remedy for hunger pangs. (Via)
The city is looking especially clear and pretty tonight. This picture doesn’t do the view from my bedroom window any amount of justice.
I see the antenna up the hill from where I live, so I guess I’m kinda in this picture. You have an amazing view.
Shorewood High School’s reverse lipdub to Hall & Oates “You Make My Dreams” is a wonderful argument in favor of teenagers. Here’s the making-of video, if you’re curious how they pulled this off. I’m so jealous that kids today get to do awesome things like this. (Thanks to Mildred, again.)
I admit that sometimes I stray into hyperbole and it sort of makes things like what I am about to say slightly weightless, but: THIS IS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE.
I’m exactly 73% less mistrustful of teenagers after having watched that video.
While the sensibility he pioneered has flourished, Hersch himself has been heard from only sporadically over the past two years. The reason is that he has, on and off during this period, been gravely ill, so sick from AIDS and a severe bout of pneumonia that the people closest to him — his partner, Scott Morgan, and his brother, Hank, as well as his parents — thought, on the worst of his many very bad days, that they had seen him for the last time. Early in 2008, the H.I.V. virus migrated to his brain, and Hersch developed AIDS-related dementia. He lived for a time in mental and physical seclusion, hallucinating under the delusion that he had the power to control time and space and that everyone around him was plotting his demise. In fact, he came so close to dying that his paranoia seemed practically justified. At his sickest, late that year, Hersch fell into a coma and remained unconscious for a full two months. While incapacitated, he was bound to his bed in St. Vincent’s Hospital in New York. He lost renal function and had to undergo regular dialysis, and he required a tracheotomy. He was unable to consume food or liquids of any kind, including water, for eight months. He could not swallow a thing or speak above a faint whisper. As a result of his prolonged unconsciousness and inactivity, he lost nearly all motor function in his hands and could not hold a pencil, let alone play the piano.
Today, at age 54, after many months of rehabilitation and therapy, grueling effort, effective medical care, an almost irrationally defiant refusal to accept his problems as anything less than temporary distractions from his music and a considerable amount of good luck, Hersch has achieved full recovery.
I’m going to read this any time I feel sorry for myself.
In local interest, Fred Hersch is from Cincinnati.
More Northside street art fun.
Death Valley, rendered in pink Styrofoam insulation and painted white to show detail. The data was taken from a USGS topographic map, processed in custom software to a mesh, and cut on the CNC router. A few anomalies are showing up in the basin - these are due to a controller software issue. I originally thought that these were due to electrical noise triggered by the dust collector, however, the marks don’t propagate over the mountains, and the collector is on an isolated circuit. Anyway, these problems are a thing of the past - A new high end controller is on it’s way.
Rego Park, Queens 1935. Via
Palm Jumeriah, Dubai 2007. Via
So whenever you bob your head to “What is Love,” I get a nickel.
It would have been a dime but I only have one D in Hadaway.
I am willing to make this a thing.
Would it be called a Rachel Roll?
Also, the original video has vampires in it. WTF?
I paid for airborne wifi to post crap like this, so you better like it.
Whoa, turbluancezy!
Oh look, Tumblr staff are over Ohio.
Ori and Franny and Zooey.
Your heartfelt Salinger tribute is now invalid.
Cincinnati, Ohio, circa 1904. “Inclined plane.” Five “Cincinnati incline” railway elevators served the growing hillside suburbs above the smoky basin below. 8x10 inch dry plate glass negative, Detroit Publishing Company (via Shorpy)
Look at this death trap. This was the Bellevue Incline which is shown crossing West Clifton Ave. The bottom started at Elm Street & McMicken and connected at the top with Ohio Avenue. I’ve passed this spot hundreds of times and not realized the origin of the stonework along the hill. Check out the comments via the link for a Google Street View of the remaining support pillar.
That said, I’m so hopeful for a modern streetcar for Cincinnati. It was a crime the systems were abandoned.
