May 20, 2008

“Paddlin’ Madeline” / Ukulele tune performed by Joel Eckhaus on Vimeo (via Vimeo)

Joel made that Uke he’s playing. 

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May 19, 2008
Beautiful singing and Ukulele playing by Zoë Woodbury-High — There is a Light that Never Goes Out on Vimeo (via Vimeo)
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This is everything good about the internet. 

Karma Chameleon on Vimeo (via Vimeo)

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May 17, 2008

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May 16, 2008
Rise of the Home
… saving broken marriages from cheating husbands & wives through our own story of brokenness & healing. Simply put, we want to help you heal your marriage through the love of Christ.
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LOLZIES!!1@! — A webcomic that is sort of OK. It’s also a comic, a comic strip and comedy. Paying attention, search engines?
A photographic webcomic starring redheaded quintuplets.
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May 9, 2008
Watch me write an Oscar-winning screenplay based on this photo. (It’s in German with subtitles, which is always a good start when you are hunting Oscar.) The beautiful, young Farahilde lives here in Unterbringen Sie auf der Klippe (The House on the Cliff) with her family, led opressively by her father, Bernard. Across the valley lives handsome Jäger. But he’s not moviestar handsome, he’s Euro/Indie Rock handsome. In America we call that homely. This part in the middle where all the details happen isn’t the most important part in terms of winning the Oscar with artsy, esoteric flair. The ending is where the money gets printed. So, suffice it to say the two youths fall in love after years of watching each other across the valley. (Bonus: When they finally meet, Jäger sees that the great distance across the valley had covered a multitude of sins in terms of Farahilde’s beauty. Now, face to face, her beauty had a more impressionistic quality. But it didn’t matter. His love had been sent and he couldn’t stop the train.) After lots of conflict arrises then gets resolved, they inherit Unterbringen Sie auf der Klippe and we end with the beautiful image of Jäger and Farahilde strolling along the cliff’s edge on a day that could not be more gorgeous, if a little blustery. But even then, the bluster made a ballet of their long blonde locks.  As they stroll, Farahilde takes a bad step and, without warning from the dramatic score, slips out of Jäger’s loving hands over the cliff. Jäger weeps desparately before throwing himself over as well so he might catch up to her and they can embrace one last time before fading into the meltwater. The End. Oscar, a sadist at heart, loves this kind of stuff. The less conflict resolution, the more despair, the artsier it is. House with some view (via e³°°°)

Watch me write an Oscar-winning screenplay based on this photo. (It’s in German with subtitles, which is always a good start when you are hunting Oscar.)

The beautiful, young Farahilde lives here in Unterbringen Sie auf der Klippe (The House on the Cliff) with her family, led opressively by her father, Bernard.

Across the valley lives handsome Jäger. But he’s not moviestar handsome, he’s Euro/Indie Rock handsome. In America we call that homely.

This part in the middle where all the details happen isn’t the most important part in terms of winning the Oscar with artsy, esoteric flair. The ending is where the money gets printed. So, suffice it to say the two youths fall in love after years of watching each other across the valley. (Bonus: When they finally meet, Jäger sees that the great distance across the valley had covered a multitude of sins in terms of Farahilde’s beauty. Now, face to face, her beauty had a more impressionistic quality. But it didn’t matter. His love had been sent and he couldn’t stop the train.)

After lots of conflict arrises then gets resolved, they inherit Unterbringen Sie auf der Klippe and we end with the beautiful image of Jäger and Farahilde strolling along the cliff’s edge on a day that could not be more gorgeous, if a little blustery. But even then, the bluster made a ballet of their long blonde locks. 

As they stroll, Farahilde takes a bad step and, without warning from the dramatic score, slips out of Jäger’s loving hands over the cliff. Jäger weeps desparately before throwing himself over as well so he might catch up to her and they can embrace one last time before fading into the meltwater.

The End.

Oscar, a sadist at heart, loves this kind of stuff. The less conflict resolution, the more despair, the artsier it is.

House with some view (via e³°°°)

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May 8, 2008
For real.  FFFFOUND!

For real. 

FFFFOUND!

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May 7, 2008

Ginger, please!

I posted a new comic today on LOLZIES!!1@! after a shameful month-long hiatus. In it I explore racial slang and how we treat it. I come at it from the angle of being a redhead, or a Ginger.

Redheads are the minorest minority at less than 2% of the world’s population. According to this article, we Gingers will be extinct in another 100 years. Wikipedia also has a very robust article about red hair.

So, go read Ginger, please!, and please tell me how you feel in the comments, here or right under the comic.

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May 6, 2008
Exterior of Apple II House “This is one of the test houses built for the 1955 Apple II atomic bomb test at the Nevada Test Site. The 29 kiloton test was meant to measure the civil effects of weapons. Mannequins were put up inside this house, which survived the detonation (houses closer to the epicentre were blown away).I’ve reduced the saturation for some of the other colour pictures from the Nevada test site, but in general the negative scans were extremely vivid - the guy who scanned the 6x6 negs for me told me that he had to turn off the Digital ICE software for a few of these because the colours were already so saturated. The sunlight in the Nevada desert sets everything on fire.I’m pleased that the colours were so vivid were because it helps to convey the surreality of the test area. Across its many thousands of square miles are dotted sites of interest just like this one. Everything from craters to test structures that were warped and broken by the blast. There are areas in the site where visitors are not allowed to go because they are still considered too radioactive. And now, aside from a few operational activities such as hazmat testing and nuclear waste management, the site is largely frozen in time following the testing moratorium. Everything sits perfectly preserved in the arid desert environment.As the PR executive whisked me from one site to the next and I continued taking photos, it reminded me of a grotesque theme park - an atomic playground. She underlined this as we talked about what we’d seen. ‘Frankly,’ she said at one point, ‘Guys just like to blow stuff up.’”   (via itjournalist)

Exterior of Apple II House

“This is one of the test houses built for the 1955 Apple II atomic bomb test at the Nevada Test Site. The 29 kiloton test was meant to measure the civil effects of weapons. Mannequins were put up inside this house, which survived the detonation (houses closer to the epicentre were blown away).

I’ve reduced the saturation for some of the other colour pictures from the Nevada test site, but in general the negative scans were extremely vivid - the guy who scanned the 6x6 negs for me told me that he had to turn off the Digital ICE software for a few of these because the colours were already so saturated. The sunlight in the Nevada desert sets everything on fire.

I’m pleased that the colours were so vivid were because it helps to convey the surreality of the test area. Across its many thousands of square miles are dotted sites of interest just like this one. Everything from craters to test structures that were warped and broken by the blast. There are areas in the site where visitors are not allowed to go because they are still considered too radioactive. And now, aside from a few operational activities such as hazmat testing and nuclear waste management, the site is largely frozen in time following the testing moratorium. Everything sits perfectly preserved in the arid desert environment.

As the PR executive whisked me from one site to the next and I continued taking photos, it reminded me of a grotesque theme park - an atomic playground. She underlined this as we talked about what we’d seen. ‘Frankly,’ she said at one point, ‘Guys just like to blow stuff up.’”  

(via itjournalist)

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