tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51224254901487596552023-11-16T03:33:33.892-08:00We Lurve NerdsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger482125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122425490148759655.post-25709538509678172652011-02-05T11:57:00.000-08:002011-02-05T11:58:59.551-08:00I met Todd Barry!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl510Ug81N1ktxwB4x_AZvOxnJMH9c-rLTAwHnEG4F4V9ANMJBZgZ4zjOHn862nU-aQ7BfKYlIg1sttvdUrDzJskD_TVDcOEH19sAhhimvRZxX57kmvGNsDFw8EaMVXA2XOjOG92rNCsc/s1600/IMG00037-20110204-2141.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl510Ug81N1ktxwB4x_AZvOxnJMH9c-rLTAwHnEG4F4V9ANMJBZgZ4zjOHn862nU-aQ7BfKYlIg1sttvdUrDzJskD_TVDcOEH19sAhhimvRZxX57kmvGNsDFw8EaMVXA2XOjOG92rNCsc/s400/IMG00037-20110204-2141.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570297046904393010" /></a>Saw Todd Barry perform at Connies RickRack last night. So amazing to meet one of the greats. He's tiny, I'm tall. It makes for an awkward photo op. Enjoy!!Nina!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788103582925082340noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122425490148759655.post-73447612969469418742010-12-09T06:42:00.001-08:002010-12-09T06:42:57.961-08:00What Now, Bitches?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKbMgxTUZYNrId1TkRTfSIks58UYpzbHjBqIX_sOjJarBR9unDqKxsOXLbkL_upP_tDCHHfJPk1awEtjswmdJX2A3hf2i99gRAY_qkk5U0C_kAEtRwJNfhssNPoAPBIwYYbLAxbEA30_lB/s1600/image001-check.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="195" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKbMgxTUZYNrId1TkRTfSIks58UYpzbHjBqIX_sOjJarBR9unDqKxsOXLbkL_upP_tDCHHfJPk1awEtjswmdJX2A3hf2i99gRAY_qkk5U0C_kAEtRwJNfhssNPoAPBIwYYbLAxbEA30_lB/s400/image001-check.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Alessandra Lo Bassohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05143511038420870706noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122425490148759655.post-6632585336691828052010-11-18T10:12:00.001-08:002010-11-18T10:12:30.712-08:00Superhero Grandma By Photographer Sacha Goldberger<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/11/17/post_588_n_785048.html#s185019"><img border="0" height="232" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkKWHeQ3gaN18DdAuKkuI3NcFf6hCnHsPeY9YVwHYqWdvlsNZznCjvus-LQWfhO0E-5dR4NhccqFso-88SGIeSsM85jfDgEf3_29v0a4Iz3tfmDfDy0VYkBsDVNARzGHbrQyI4kDw7XFLc/s320/slide_13557_185019_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Alessandra Lo Bassohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05143511038420870706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122425490148759655.post-40323775394522113262010-11-11T14:50:00.000-08:002010-11-11T14:53:12.867-08:00I gots me a blog, son.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4Iq_s3ZgYM/TNxzz_XCGXI/AAAAAAAAAwc/Fl0qf1n_Q4o/s1600/america.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4Iq_s3ZgYM/TNxzz_XCGXI/AAAAAAAAAwc/Fl0qf1n_Q4o/s400/america.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538428978777430386" /></a><br /><a href="http://wanderandramble.blogspot.com/">Wander & Ramble</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00962776150313063040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122425490148759655.post-58870214971595932312010-11-08T17:54:00.001-08:002010-11-08T17:54:46.120-08:00They Are Among Us<object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vJB2Woe5zeQ?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vJB2Woe5zeQ?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>Alessandra Lo Bassohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05143511038420870706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122425490148759655.post-80762972550548844252010-11-01T11:39:00.000-07:002010-11-01T11:40:19.119-07:00You said it, Jon.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Century, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">And now I thought we might have a moment, however brief, for some sincerity. If that's okay - I know that there are boundaries for a comedian / pundit / talker guy, and I'm sure that I'll find out tomorrow how I have violated them.</span></span><br />
<div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; font-family: Georgia, Century, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">So, uh, what exactly was this? I can't control what people think this was: I can only tell you my intentions.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; font-family: Georgia, Century, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">This was not a rally to ridicule people of faith, or people of activism, or look down our noses at the heartland, or passionate argument, or to suggest that times are not difficult and that we have nothing to fear--they are, and we do.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; font-family: Georgia, Century, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">But we live now in hard times, not end times. And we can have animus, and not be enemies. But unfortunately, one of our main tools in delineating the two broke.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; font-family: Georgia, Century, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">The country's 24-hour, political pundit perpetual panic conflictinator did not cause our problems, but its existence makes solving them that much harder. The press can hold its magnifying glass up to our problems, bringing them into focus, illuminating issues heretofore unseen. Or they can use that magnifying glass to light ants on fire, and then perhaps host a week of shows on the dangerous, unexpected flaming ants epidemic. If we amplify everything, we hear nothing.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; font-family: Georgia, Century, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">There are terrorists, and racists, and Stalinists, and theocrats, but those are titles that must be earned! You must have the resume! Not being able to distinguish between real racists and Tea Party-ers, or real bigots and Juan Williams or Rick Sanchez is an insult--not only to those people, but to the racists themselves, who have put in the exhausting effort it takes to hate. Just as the inability to distinguish terrorists from Muslims makes us less safe, not more.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; font-family: Georgia, Century, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">The press is our immune system. If it overreacts to everything, we actually get sicker--and, perhaps, eczema. And yet... I feel good. Strangely, calmly, good. Because the image of Americans that is reflected back to us by our political and media process is false. It is us, through a funhouse mirror--and not the good kind that makes you look slim in the waist, and maybe taller, but the kind where you have a giant forehead, and an ass shaped like a month-old pumpkin, and one eyeball.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; font-family: Georgia, Century, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">So why would we work together? Why would you reach across the aisle, to a pumpkin-assed forehead eyeball monster? If the picture of us were true, of course our inability to solve problems would actually be quite sane and reasonable--why would you work with Marxists actively subverting our Constitution, and homophobes who see no one's humanity but their own?</span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; font-family: Georgia, Century, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">We hear every damned day about how fragile our country is, on the brink of catastrophe, torn by polarizing hate, and how it's a shame that we can't work together to get things done. The truth is, we do! We work together to get things done every damned day! The only place we don't is here (in Washington) or on cable TV!</span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; font-family: Georgia, Century, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">But Americans don't live here, or on cable TV. Where we live, our values and principles form the foundation that sustains us while we get things done--not the barriers that prevent us from getting things done.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; font-family: Georgia, Century, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Most Americans don't live their lives solely as Democrats, Republicans, liberals or conservatives. Americans live their lives more as people that are just a little bit late for something they have to do. Often something they do not want to do! But they do it. Impossible things, every day, that are only made possible through the little, reasonable compromises we all make.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; font-family: Georgia, Century, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">(Points to video screen, showing video of cars in traffic.) Look on the screen. This is where we are, this is who we are. These cars. That's a schoolteacher who probably think his taxes are too high, he's going to work. There's another car, a woman with two small kids, can't really think about anything else right now... A lady's in the NRA, loves Oprah. There's another car, an investment banker, gay, also likes Oprah. Another car's a Latino carpenter; another car, a fundamentalist vacuum salesman. Atheist obstetrician. Mormon Jay-Z fan.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; font-family: Georgia, Century, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">But this is us. Every one of the cars that you see is filled with individuals of strong belief, and principles they hold dear--often principles and beliefs in direct opposition to their fellow travelers'. And yet, these millions of cars must somehow find a way to squeeze, one by one, into a mile-long, 30-foot-wide tunnel, carved underneath a mighty river.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; font-family: Georgia, Century, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">And they do it, concession by concession: you go, then I'll go. You go, then I'll go. You go, then I'll go. 'Oh my God--is that an NRA sticker on your car?' 'Is that an Obama sticker on your car?' It's okay--you go, then I go.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; font-family: Georgia, Century, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">And sure, at some point, there will be a selfish jerk who zips up the shoulder, and cuts in at the last minute. But that individual is rare, and he is scorned, and he is not hired as an analyst!</span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; font-family: Georgia, Century, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Because we know, instinctively, as a people, that if we are to get through the darkness and back into the light, we have to work together. And the truth is there will always be darkness, and sometimes the light at the end of the tunnel isn't the promised land.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; font-family: Georgia, Century, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Sometimes, it's just New Jersey.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122425490148759655.post-21088209901295179042010-10-19T12:14:00.001-07:002010-10-19T12:14:16.905-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3QbuPMq2meKhmOqgpE6unMIzam7yEz82QuRBOeI1cyaU_LUdsH6ZME8wrLgXbTvnmWA7ulGegaKQviXoAPW84uTYVUvBk52MexJ0FQKAcwmUUr7Erg3nv5h5HklZM7cidbDexW0DUiJwY/s1600/tumblr_lag3834VFy1qz6f9yo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3QbuPMq2meKhmOqgpE6unMIzam7yEz82QuRBOeI1cyaU_LUdsH6ZME8wrLgXbTvnmWA7ulGegaKQviXoAPW84uTYVUvBk52MexJ0FQKAcwmUUr7Erg3nv5h5HklZM7cidbDexW0DUiJwY/s400/tumblr_lag3834VFy1qz6f9yo1_500.jpg" width="306" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122425490148759655.post-21679579744043799182010-10-05T07:02:00.001-07:002010-10-05T07:02:59.159-07:00I'm the goddamn batman<object height="250" width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7bJmVJZbmIk?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7bJmVJZbmIk?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122425490148759655.post-67366608590947270782010-10-04T12:19:00.000-07:002010-10-04T12:19:53.341-07:00Read this later<a href="http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/books/2010/10/11/101011crbo_books_surowiecki?currentPage=1"><img alt="Procrastination interests philosophers because of its underlying irrationality." src="http://www.newyorker.com/images/2010/10/11/p233/101011_r20069_p233.jpg" /></a><br />
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<h2 id="articleintro" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">What does procrastination tell us about ourselves?</h2>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122425490148759655.post-35612722923407431942010-09-30T12:16:00.000-07:002010-09-30T12:16:15.850-07:002013: Or, What to Do When the Apocalypse Doesn’t Arrive<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.enlightennext.org/magazine/j44/lachman.asp?page=1"><img src="http://www.enlightennext.org/magazine/j44/lachman/1.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Click the picture for an article that is extremely interesting and about much more than the apocalypse.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122425490148759655.post-51954493450805017912010-09-30T12:05:00.000-07:002010-09-30T12:06:22.664-07:00just plain heartwarming<object height="241" width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/82iVMONcwss?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/82iVMONcwss?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="241"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122425490148759655.post-51003109078456197422010-09-27T09:09:00.001-07:002010-09-27T09:09:55.915-07:00Ain't No Party Like -<div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4Iq_s3ZgYM/TJ_5iZ5OqPI/AAAAAAAAAs8/4HbaddW7a1Y/s400/DSCN2897.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521406037641308402" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4Iq_s3ZgYM/TJ_5iIS-OII/AAAAAAAAAs0/DKZ05w4XHWo/s1600/DSCN2895.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4Iq_s3ZgYM/TJ_5iIS-OII/AAAAAAAAAs0/DKZ05w4XHWo/s400/DSCN2895.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521406032917444738" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4Iq_s3ZgYM/TJ_5hW5SDvI/AAAAAAAAAss/jWlYMis2jLU/s1600/DSCN2880.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4Iq_s3ZgYM/TJ_5hW5SDvI/AAAAAAAAAss/jWlYMis2jLU/s400/DSCN2880.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521406019656355570" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00962776150313063040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122425490148759655.post-32724404915107830662010-09-17T10:01:00.000-07:002010-09-17T10:02:31.017-07:00Line By Line<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><a href="http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/category/line-by-line/"><img alt="William Kentridge" height="301" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2010/09/07/opinion/mcmullan_kentridge/mcmullan_kentridge-custom1.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">A series on learning the basics of drawing, presented by the artist and author James McMullan. Line By Line begins with installments on line, perspective, proportion and structure, and continues from there, using examples from art history to illuminate specific issues. Pencil and paper recommended.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122425490148759655.post-40880509561440615812010-09-13T09:50:00.001-07:002010-09-13T09:54:06.352-07:00brain game<img height="176" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8ldd4FjMO1qzu6nxo1_500.jpg" width="400" />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122425490148759655.post-52453989365779242802010-09-13T09:45:00.000-07:002010-09-13T09:45:18.747-07:00A Dictionary of the Near FutureTaken from the <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/09/13/opinion/13coupland.html?src=me&ref=general">NYTIMES</a><br />
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<div>By DOUGLAS COUPLAND<br />
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The thing about the future is that it never feels the way we thought it would. New sensations require new terms; below are a few such terms to encapsulate our present moment.<br />
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AIRPORT-INDUCED IDENTITY DYSPHORIA Describes the extent to which modern travel strips the traveler of just enough sense of identity so as to create a need to purchase stickers and gift knick-knacks that bolster their sense of slightly eroded personhood: flags of the world, family crests, school and university merchandise.<br />
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ANTIFLUKE A situation in the universe in which rigid rules of action exist to prevent coincidences from happening. Given the infinite number of coincidences that could happen, very few ever actually do. The universe exists in a coincidence-hating state of antifluke.<br />
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BELL’S LAW OF TELEPHONY No matter what technology is used, your monthly phone bill magically remains about the same size.<br />
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BLANK-COLLAR WORKERS Formerly middle-class workers who will never be middle class again and who will never come to terms with that.<br />
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CHRISTMAS-MORNING FEELING A sensation created by stimulus to the anterior amygdala that leaves one with a strong sense of expectation. (See also Godseeking)<br />
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CLOUD BLINDNESS The inability of some people to see faces or shapes in clouds.<br />
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COMPLEX SEPARATION The theory that, in music, a song gets only one chance to make a first impression. After that the brain starts breaking it down, subdividing the musical experience into its various components — lyrical, melodic and so forth.<br />
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COVER BUZZ The sensation felt when hearing a cover version of a song one already knows.<br />
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CRYSTALLOGRAPHIC MONEY THEORY The hypothesis that money is a crystallization or condensation of time and free will, the two characteristics that separate humans from other species.<br />
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DENARRATION The process whereby one’s life stops feeling like a story.<br />
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DESELFING Willingly diluting one’s sense of self and ego by plastering the Internet with as much information as possible. (See also Omniscience Fatigue; Undeselfing)<br />
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DIMANCHOPHOBIA Fear of Sundays, a condition that reflects fear of unstructured time. Also known as acalendrical anxiety. Not to be confused with didominicaphobia or kyriakephobia, fear of the Lord’s Day.<br />
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FICTIVE REST The inability of many people to fall asleep until after reading even the tiniest amount of fiction.<br />
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FRANKENTIME What time feels like when you realize that most of your life is spent working with and around a computer and the Internet.<br />
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GODSEEKING An extreme version of Christmas Morning Feeling.<br />
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GRIM TRUTH You’re smarter than TV. So what?<br />
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IKEASIS The desire in daily life and consumer life to cling to “generically” designed objects. This need for clear, unconfusing forms is a means of simplifying life amid an onslaught of information.<br />
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INSTANT REINCARNATION The fact that most adults, no matter how great their life is, wish for radical change in their life. The urge to reincarnate while still alive is near universal.<br />
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INTRAVINCULAR FAMILIAL SILENCE We need to be around our families not because we have so many shared experiences to talk about, but because they know precisely which subjects to avoid.<br />
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HUMANALIA Things made by humans that exist only on earth and nowhere else in the universe. Examples include Teflon, NutraSweet, Paxil and meaningfully sized chunks of element No. 43, technetium.<br />
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INTERNAL VOICE BLINDNESS The near universal inability of people to articulate the tone and personality of the voice that forms their interior monologue.<br />
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INTERRUPTION-DRIVEN MEMORY We remember only red traffic lights, never the green ones. The green ones keep us in the flow, the red ones interrupt and annoy us.<br />
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INTRAFFINITAL MELANCHOLY VS. EXTRAFFINITAL MELANCHOLYWhich is lonelier: to be single and lonely, or to be lonely within a dead relationship?<br />
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KARAOKEAL AMNESIA Most people don’t know the complete lyrics to almost any song, particularly the ones they hold most dear. (See also Lyrical Putty)<br />
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LIMITED POOL ROMANTIC THEORY The belief that there is a finite number of times in which one can fall in love, most commonly six.<br />
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LYRICAL PUTTY The lyrics one creates in one’s head in the absence of knowing a song’s real lyrics.<br />
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MALFACTORY AVERSION The ability to figure out what it is in life you don’t do well, and then to stop doing it.<br />
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ME GOGGLES The inability to accurately perceive oneself as others do.<br />
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MEMESPHERE The realm of culturally tangible ideas.<br />
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OMNISCIENCE FATIGUE The burnout that comes with being able to know the answer to almost anything online.<br />
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POST-HUMAN Whatever it is that we become next.<br />
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PROCELERATION The acceleration of acceleration.<br />
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PSEUDOALIENATION The inability of humans to create genuinely alienating situations. Anything made by humans is a de facto expression of humanity. Technology cannot be alienating because humans created it. Genuinely alien technologies can be created only by aliens. Technically, a situation one might describe as alienating is, in fact, “humanating.”<br />
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ROSENWALD’S THEOREM The belief that all the wrong people have self-esteem.<br />
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SITUATIONAL DISINHIBITION Social contrivances within which one is allowed to become disinhibited, that is, moments of culturally approved disinhibition: when speaking with fortunetellers, to dogs and other pets, to strangers and bartenders in bars, or with Ouija boards.<br />
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STANDARD DEVIATION Feeling unique is no indication of uniqueness, and yet it is the feeling of uniqueness that convinces us we have souls.<br />
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STAR SHOCK The disproportionate way that meeting celebrities feels slightly like being told a piece of life-changing news.<br />
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STOVULAX A micro-targeted drug of the future designed to stop fantastically specific O.C.D. cases, in this case a compulsion involving the inability of some people to convince themselves after leaving the house that the stove is turned off.<br />
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UNDESELFING The attempt, usually frantic and futile, to reverse the deselfing process.<br />
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ZOOSOMNIAL BLURRING The notion that animals probably don’t see much difference between dreaming and being awake.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122425490148759655.post-24152801453107938092010-09-13T07:33:00.000-07:002010-09-13T07:33:21.899-07:00lurvebrrrds<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEaOZ8qWdVZQ6C4VIq_JEmGoXE7JeVgnnwIJxRhtuCgefgqoxGDWZbX070yd69Loseiaza-djxt6JDSBs5dVAH4YIm0p0mObZDkRPuQ4eB-xN-LDxRaO6UUpMNuM0FM41HrG68_vpTfMdV/s1600/photoboothcs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEaOZ8qWdVZQ6C4VIq_JEmGoXE7JeVgnnwIJxRhtuCgefgqoxGDWZbX070yd69Loseiaza-djxt6JDSBs5dVAH4YIm0p0mObZDkRPuQ4eB-xN-LDxRaO6UUpMNuM0FM41HrG68_vpTfMdV/s640/photoboothcs.jpg" width="137" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Can't wait to see you again, Sarah.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122425490148759655.post-59706821681342775342010-09-09T07:58:00.000-07:002010-09-09T07:58:16.956-07:00Ultimate Road Trip Songs<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Listen up, music people!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">88.5 WXPN is having a contest for the best road trip song list.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ya'll should enter </span><a href="http://xpn.org/music-artist/885-countdown"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">here</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">.</span> Alessandra Lo Bassohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05143511038420870706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122425490148759655.post-5864909441243689882010-09-07T17:35:00.001-07:002010-09-07T20:19:50.245-07:00I LOVE MA VIRGOS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQmNbo5jyZvAuwyFvM59X2yGaiJRL-7iIUJcjJosbWv0d4qHRuNJjPPxTRHbAHqaE8F5hBopyEoPeSlA6YVqFAvYVqlXjagVS13mJ0MbfS3mnDuoGy6r6fl7w4v1bLM7AJf-LHEvZ7F_JM/s1600/virgo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="398" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQmNbo5jyZvAuwyFvM59X2yGaiJRL-7iIUJcjJosbWv0d4qHRuNJjPPxTRHbAHqaE8F5hBopyEoPeSlA6YVqFAvYVqlXjagVS13mJ0MbfS3mnDuoGy6r6fl7w4v1bLM7AJf-LHEvZ7F_JM/s400/virgo.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Virgo is highly discriminating, but not necessarily as prudish at some might believe. In ancient times, a Virgin was a woman who was not the property of man, and therefore had the legal right to just say "no." Now, in modern times, you Virgos are known for your ability to be highly discriminating -- especially when it comes to matters of personal desire. When Virgo is ready, however, to say yes, the laser-like focus of your passion is anything but prudish. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You Virgos have the uncanny sense to see what's wrong with a person, a situation or your environment. It's why Virgo makes such natural critics. Virgo practical analytical abilities are second to none. Your mental process may not be the most creative, but Virgo's razor-like thinking is highly effective. Like the maiden pictured in the Virgo glyph, you separate the useful wheat from the unneeded chafe, the good from the bad. Virgo might be a "clean freak," but most Virgos have a messy closet somewhere or a disaster under their bed. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Virgo motto could be "Perfect is almost good enough." On one hand, this trait makes you very employable, for you're not likely to do shabby work. On the other hand, you can be so finicky that you put limitations on your interactions and experiences before they happen. You'll be happier if you can learn to be selectively less critical, both of others and yourself.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Element: Earth</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Earth signs are naturally practical. In this lifetime we are bound to Earth. There is no escaping the reality around us The Earth is about as real as it gets; it can be felt, weighed and it has substance. Accordingly, the earth signs base their life on what is real, not what is imagined. Sensation is valued over thoughts or feelings. Earth signs live with their feet on the ground. Others seek their advice because of their basic sensibility. For earth signs, seeing is believing. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The earth of Virgo is a changeable earth, light to the touch. It's about practical analysis -- using mental tools to discern the best use for what is around us.</span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div>Alessandra Lo Bassohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05143511038420870706noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122425490148759655.post-59312002541971822712010-08-10T14:18:00.000-07:002010-08-10T14:19:43.174-07:00<object height="241" width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j0HfwkArpvU&rel=0&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xd0d0d0&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j0HfwkArpvU&rel=0&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xd0d0d0&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="400" height="241"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122425490148759655.post-39143494171010577002010-07-29T09:25:00.001-07:002010-07-29T09:25:43.109-07:00Second Street Festival<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga-Rkevden7lwVe024vq6JLjbfEN4Oq68pIDwPs2ajCe-P65REGpy3c9cmovyle2A93Zf6Xq3GoDajRfiuQ52GVl5bYVxl2TnSgdFIcHRQ6OgJgJszaCFCz0Gbq032taiE8wVglhUb6zAE/s1600/2ndst_banner_2010_nolink.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" height="86" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga-Rkevden7lwVe024vq6JLjbfEN4Oq68pIDwPs2ajCe-P65REGpy3c9cmovyle2A93Zf6Xq3GoDajRfiuQ52GVl5bYVxl2TnSgdFIcHRQ6OgJgJszaCFCz0Gbq032taiE8wVglhUb6zAE/s400/2ndst_banner_2010_nolink.gif" width="400" /></a></div>Alessandra Lo Bassohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05143511038420870706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122425490148759655.post-45703741319290715752010-07-27T21:25:00.001-07:002010-07-27T21:25:19.832-07:00Love Letter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVxwhrHpsRNix8Y-xxni5AEWlkEBB_fIxFi3Fq9gin6WOL-lkyHCQ-V93Qw8VKMJkOjE5kZ7toYJwdUIWUP98EIo2UoAaSTBH5W66huImzLAuL-xBvxYA6g514bjvJA8Ar_U5Ifxkoy8Ap/s1600/bike+theif.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="291" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVxwhrHpsRNix8Y-xxni5AEWlkEBB_fIxFi3Fq9gin6WOL-lkyHCQ-V93Qw8VKMJkOjE5kZ7toYJwdUIWUP98EIo2UoAaSTBH5W66huImzLAuL-xBvxYA6g514bjvJA8Ar_U5Ifxkoy8Ap/s400/bike+theif.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Alessandra Lo Bassohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05143511038420870706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122425490148759655.post-73762816890192142142010-07-26T09:57:00.000-07:002010-07-26T09:58:00.731-07:00MAD DECENT BLOCK PARTY WITH DIPLO<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">R5 Productions and Mad Decent Presents:</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">NADASTROM / PAUL DEVRO / POPO / BRICK BANDITS / BOSCO DELRAY, BRENDAN BRING'EM / LUVSTEP / MALUCA / THE DEATHSET / TOADALLY KROSSED OUT, Special Appearance by ELMO and MICHAEL VICK DOG</span><br />
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