Justin Bieber

Looking at "Try Me" I am unsure where to touch him...

The marketing team failed on this one.. or exceeded their expectations, depending on how you look at it.

Nietzsche

My feline soulmate.

World of Warcraft - REDUX

WoW Timeline: (+3years)

YEAR 7 (2012)

Future timeline (+1000 years)

Cut Paladin (- prepare to cut others)

Add Horde/Alliance Races

Horde: Dragon, Naga, other?
Alliance: Furbolg, Satyr, other?

YEAR 8 (2013)

Merge remaining classes
- simplify

Dranei+Warrior = New Plate Blademaster
Druid+Rogue = New Leather Ninja
Mage+Priest+Lock = New Cloth Archmage
Hunter+Shaman = New Mail Farseer

YEAR 9 (2014)

-Merge Horde+Alliane

Grief

Grief.

Grief is like the ocean.

It's deep and dark and bigger than all of us.

Grief.

Grief is cruel.

Grief doesn't stab-stab-stab to kill you.

Grief lurks up on you; 

Like the golden dusk in winter

it takes the light away, with each passing minute,

it cools the very air you breathe.

Grief makes you struggle as you try shiver off the chill.

When your muscles burn and ache and clench.

Grief carries on.

Stronger.

Harder.

Unrelenting.

When you grow tired and numb grief finds that last synapse of feeling...

that one neuron of sensation,

and coddles it back relief... sweet sweet relief...

before crushing it under the weight of a thousand memories.

When you beg for mercy it mocks you.

When you scream in pain... it screams in ecstasy.

When all is done and you gasp your last breath,

it lifts the dark hand to slowly cover your mouth

to slowly cover your nose.

Like a coarse old blanket it wraps around you.

Tighter and tighter.

Scratching and squeezing.

Tighter and tighter.

Twisting and crushing...

“I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. There is no end.

There will never be an end.

Hope is lost.”

You break..

You die

a little.

You where connected.

When they die, the part of them in you die too.

But if you can stay the night.

If you can brave your the death.

If you can die... just a little...

The dawn will break and the sun will rise.

You cannot fight grief.

But... you can survive it.

Grief.

It's like the ocean.

It's deep and dark and bigger than all of us.

It's cruel and unrelenting.

Grief will end you.

...if you let it.

stadsmuziek

on show at 'this way', design academy eindhoven's exhibition at milan design week 2011 is akko goldenbeld's musical device 'stadsmuziek'. a scale model of the city of eindhoven is transformed into the role of the recorder as each building, unique in size, shape and proximity to others, creates the musical score. placed on a revolving wooden cylinder, the buildings set little hammers in motion that play the keys of the piano by turning and turning, the city makes its voice heard - from loud to soft, long to short, high-pitched to low - translating the three-dimensional reality of the city into an aural experience.

daniel arsham / snarkitecture: dig

daniel arsham / snarkitecture: dig
storefront for art and architecture, new york
on now - april 22, 2011

"Arsham is creating and inhabiting the space that he forms for the duration of the month-long installation while the facade of the storefront will serve as a human ant farm for passersby. it is an experiment of opposites between the precision of an architectural plan and the looseness of the unknown / primitive and contemporary architecture / the complexity of its digital origins and the simplicity of its hand made nature."

For more [click here]

HAYIBO.com returns

After a long time away, the political satire site is back up and alive again!

Parliament has confirmed that up to thirty MP’s have been rushed to hospital complaining of a “crushing weight on their consciences” after mishearing news of the return of satire site Hayibo.com on Friday. “Someone in the Parliamentary computer lab screamed, ‘Hayibo! It’s back!’,” explained a spokesman. “We kind of thought ‘it’ was the Arms Deal probe and some cadres experienced service delivery protests in their aortas.”

The news is alive once more!

An Inch

"I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch, but one. An inch. It is small and it is fragile and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us."

Why women cry

it's not that important

@shitmydadsaysJustin

"Look, we're basically on earth to shit and fuck. So unless your job's to help people shit or fuck, it's not that important, so relax."

5 Jun via ShitMyDadSays.com 

'less machine more hand', 2010

'less machine more hand' by japanese designer naoya matsuo is a small collection of furniture
in which he that focuses on using DIY shop materials and low-tech tools for production.
all made by hand, the series includes side tables, an armchair and lamp.

the main materials used for construction of the furniture pieces include: P.P. (polypropylene) plates / sheets,
gardening nets, pearl beads, paper ribbons, epoxy and double-sided adhesives.

For more, go to designboom

alvaro puntoni: querosene house

"a main feature of this three storey residence are it's walls which house a library of 7500 books.
read more"

TinEye: God of Reverse-Image Search

Ever looked for an image's origin, or a higher quality version of the one you have, or a website where this image also occurs?

Look no further than TinEye.com

Let me tell you what happened to me:

A partner at work gave me some poorly printed out images on a contact sheet (4 images accross, 5 images down, on a single A4 sheet), and asked me get the contact details for the suppliers of the products on the contact sheet. The images had no captions and were printed out on low rez. (72dpi).

WTF! How will I find the supplier certain component with only a poor paper printout of what the product looks like?!

Then I had an idea!

Snap a pic of the printout on my cellphone (i don't have a scanner), and upload it to TinEye. In less than a second it gave me 12 websites that the image appears on (one of them being the supplier, 3 being distributors).

'MAGIC' I tell you!!! 

The site is sortof a reverse "google images". I love it! If you are into this sorta thing, give it a try.
The site is not perfect. But it's libraries of searched sites grows and last time I looked they added 37 million new images (at least that's what they claim on their twitter feed)

(DISCLAIMER: This is my personal testimonial. I am not paid for saying this, and am in no way affiliated with them, or on their payroll.. but if you guys at Idée Labs/TinEye.com want to gimme some $$$, feel free, lol)

the drain

Taken on my cellphone.

I just love the grain and contrast on this. Very hard to do with all this digital nonsense we have nowadays.

J Trav: Master, Voyerist, Photographer

J Trav: Persona series.

When he began taking photographs in November 2007 for his Persona diptych series, Jason Travis set out to catch up with old friends, learn more about new friends, and, most significantly, to capture a portion of their lives in terms of what each individual considered essential enough to carry around with them everyday.

Viewers of the Persona diptychs take a voyeuristic delight in not only glimpsing the items usually tucked away in bags and pockets, but in identifying with strangers by relating to the tokens they carry with them. Alongside the meticulously arranged items that each person carries, Jason situates a portrait in which the subject always seems confident and at home, comfortable in their own skin. In these snapshots, each person appears as Jason sees them, which is always beautiful. Assembling the Persona diptychs has not only allowed Jason to combine his love of photography with his knowledge of the uniqueness and beauty in each of his subjects, but also has allowed him to share this knowledge with others.

-Sam NeSmith [From The Atlantan, July/Aug 2009]

See him in action here:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/jasontravis/tags/whatsinyourbag/

wallpaper of the week

source: springstein.deviantart.com

Dymaxion Car; by my old friend Norman

Norman Foster builds the fourth back-to-front Dymaxions. (only 3 were ever built)

He actually worked with the American architect Richard Buckminster Fuller for almost 20 years, so knew the Dymaxion well. Originally built in 1933, Foster's kept the main style of the car (which Mr. Fuller imagined would one day fly). The shell is from hand-beaten aluminum (and painted a glossy green). [via Treehugger]

this awareness nonsense

Doug Langlois said: 10/07/10

"I think we're all plenty aware of breast cancer now. What about lung cancer, which kills more women than breast cancer? Or colon cancer, which kills more men than breast cancer kills women? Or heart disease, which kills more of everyone? 

Why don't they have massive awareness campaigns? Oh yeah, they don't involve boobs, and don't sell product. You know what cures terminal diseases? It's not awareness. It's money, and focused, coordinated, research programs. Not pink ribbons, status updates about where you keep your purse, or thinly veiled marketing campaigns involving pink boxes. The cure is just as far away after you don your pink ribbon as before. This awareness nonsense is about you feeling good about yourself, and companies making money. My mother has terminal breast cancer. And all these pink ribbons, silly status updates and breast cancer branded everything just trivialize the fact that I'm going to lose her to it."

(see original post here)

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