I’m writing this by candlelight as the power at home went some 12 hours ago now. The irony of using an iPad by candlelight is not lost on me. The iPad is in ‘flight mode’ to conserve power. Though ‘fight mode’ might be better description, as we’re staying put rather than heading out of town. ‘Fight or flight mode’ perhaps.
Michael Chabon on his return to hip-hop after over 15 years of being away:
Right now I listen to almost nothing else. New stuff, though a lot of the rhymes sound kind of broken, the synth-strings tinged with cheese. Old stuff, especially, as my first post suggested, Eric B. and Rakim. But especially especially, the stuff that happened in between. All the legendary violence and flow that came to pass after I left, East Coast-West Coast. The weird incantations of MF Doom. Tupac, Biggie Smalls. Wu Tang. People Under The Stairs. Common. Late De La. And all the intricate, memory-laced work of the late J Dilla, which enriches my life now almost every day.
I envy him. He missed the golden era of hip-hop and now he gets to listen to the songs today like they’re brand new.
Sometimes I think I would like to have an Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind like thing done to remove certain albums from my memory. I would awake from the procedure to find a cassette tape of The Low End Theory laying next to me with a post-it note attached that says: “listen to this.” Imagine hearing Scenario again for the first time? /via
Science magazine reporter Kean views the periodic table as one of the great achievements of humankind, “an anthropological marvel,” full of stories about our connection with the physical world. Funny, even chilling tales are associated with each element …
… a series of around 2500 “special photographs” taken by New South Wales Police Department photographers between 1910 and 1930. These “special photographs” were mostly taken in the cells at the Central Police Station, Sydney and are, as curator Peter Doyle explains, of “men and women recently plucked from the street, often still animated by the dramas surrounding their apprehension”. Doyle suggests that, compared with the subjects of prison mug shots, “the subjects of the Special Photographs seem to have been allowed - perhaps invited - to position and compose themselves for the camera as they liked.
↑ I’m gonna try that one picture a day for a year thing. I’m pretty sure I will fail, but it may be fun trying. No. 1 is a shot of my son in his Batman p-jays. I love that he still wears pajamas with a cape attached. I’m sure the years of caped p-jays are going to flow by quickly.
… prices soared to $19.95 for a front line artist’s CD. If you bought one of these and weren’t completely and totally satisfied, you were pissed, since dropping a deuce on anything was a real commitment.
Twenty bucks was shitty mall prices (e.g. Sam Goody and FYE). Way back in 2004 I did a price comparison of CDs in my area and found that Sam Goody was selling a CD for $19.99 and a local store was selling the same CD for $12.99. Both are out of business now. /via
“Every zombie war is a war of attrition. It’s always a numbers game. And it’s more repetitive than complex. In other words, zombie killing is philosophically similar to reading and deleting 400 work e-mails on a Monday morning or filling out paperwork that only generates more paperwork, or following Twitter gossip out of obligation, or performing tedious tasks in which the only true risk is being consumed by the avalanche. The principal downside to any zombie attack is that the zombies will never stop coming; the principal downside to life is that you will be never be finished with whatever it is you do.”—Chuck Klosterman from Why Modern Life Feels Rather Undead.
Keep you eyes on the arrangement of your opponent’s pieces. After a short period of time, usually you can get a pretty good idea where his Flag and Bombs are, simply by noticing which pieces he has not moved.
Many more gems like this in the strategy section. I must break out the old game and see if I use some of these Startego stretegeries to my advantage. /via
If the Internet was walking around in public, it would look and act a lot like Julian Assange. The Internet is about his age, and it doesn’t have any more care for the delicacies of profit, propriety and hierarchy than he does.