Monday, August 31, 2009
my hate/love for reality TV in poem form
This poem may just have about every reality TV reference I could think of. At least all the ones that fit into one piece of spoken word. So whether you're a VH1 watching I love money, new york, daisy of love, flavor of love, Brett Michael's addict or a Bravo loving project runway/real housewives sophisticate, or perhaps even a WE TV loving bridezilla or a dancing with the stars hopeful, it's all there. In fact, this poem is pretty jam-packed with all the trash TV that has permeated my brain and left me permanently scarred in the process.
How do I look?
the shining meets childlike coloring
The Colouring from Dan Britt on Vimeo.
Oh so creepy. That is all.
hipster kids and coloring books
If your kiddies are into indie bands, these coloring books may just be right for you. And you so know your kids are. This book is filled with illustrated scenes representing a slew of indie bands, letting your kids color,play and admonish their play pen bound bff's for having bad taste in music. No more Pop goes the weasel for the little tykes, they'll no better than to like something so derivative. The Indie Rock Color book is actually published by Montreal-based creative nonprofit Yellow Bird Project, and the money goes to charity, so it's not all bad. I suppose.
VIA brainpickings
robot bear nurse
Not that I would want to be nursed back to health by robot. But if I did, I think I'd like it too like somewhat human.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Snuggie Sutra
See the rest of the brilliance here.
learn something new everyday
Hamlet on facebook
Found this on McSweeney's and it provided all sorts of amusement for all of two minutes. Enjoy.
HAMLET
(FACEBOOK NEWS
FEED EDITION).
BY SARAH SCHMELLING
- - - -
Horatio thinks he saw a ghost.
Hamlet thinks it's annoying when your uncle marries your mother right after your dad dies.
The king thinks Hamlet's annoying.
Laertes thinks Ophelia can do better.
Hamlet's father is now a zombie.
- - - -
The king poked the queen.
The queen poked the king back.
Hamlet and the queen are no longer friends.
Marcellus is pretty sure something's rotten around here.
Hamlet became a fan of daggers.
Polonius says Hamlet's crazy ... crazy in love!
Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, and Hamlet are now friends.
Hamlet wonders if he should continue to exist. Or not.
Hamlet thinks Ophelia might be happier in a convent.
Ophelia removed "moody princes" from her interests.
Hamlet posted an event: A Play That's Totally Fictional and In No Way About My Family
The king commented on Hamlet's play: "What is wrong with you?"
Polonius thinks this curtain looks like a good thing to hide behind.
Polonius is no longer online.
Check out the rest of the updates here. Though if you've read hamlet you get the gist.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
dirty teabagging
These stripper teabags look fairly revealing when placed in a teacup, however remove them and all you can see is a little earl grey.
VIA geekologie
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
humans and their lizard brains
Seth Godin: Quieting the Lizard Brain from 99% on Vimeo.
Seth Godin talks about what it takes to make ideas come into fruition, or how not to destroy ideas before they have a chance to live out in the real world.
as for the plastic people
I watched addicted to beauty last night with a mixture of shock and awe. It boggles my mind that a client could come to this spa and think to themselves " My, I'd like to look more like the staff."
The worst plastic surgery victim on the show the spa's owner (who has rendered herself incapable of smiling via botox) keeps gabbing on and on about other people's appearances and upkeep and looking so fresh and oh so young. Yet she is completely oblivious to the freak show she's turned herself into. I for one rather look wrinkled then look like I have two tennis balls stuffed in my cheeks. But I may just be behind the times on this one.
The worst part of it, of this alien meets kitty meets porn star look the crew has working, is that it's replicating itself time and time again. As exhibited below...
This all makes me think someone, somewhere has decided it's actually desirable to look unhuman. Which makes me both sad and scared. But mostly scared.
all the many faces
Joined yet another social network tonight called virb. This one is somewhat unique however in that it lets you aggregate all your other feeds in one place. So your profile becomes sort of an amalgamation of your many online personas. Since I couldn't sleep, I was quick to embrace the exploring videos option on the site and came upon this lovely video by Jul & Mat.
on the drudgery of writing
For the last few weeks, I've been taking a writing class to work on what will probably be some semblance of a series of short stories and what could possibly (though not probably) be a novel.
As a child of the A.D.D. generation, not having A.D.D. but understanding the mentality of those who do, I often find myself a restless writer . Particularly, on days when the blogosphere is full of juicy tidbits and sweet tweets take me to far off articles in other people's magazines, written about far more interesting subjects than I myself am pondering at any given moment.
Writing at these times is a brutal endeavor and the tedium of rules is greatly exacerbated by the far greater expectations of making page counts. Coming from the world of advertising, long copy is a page, at most a brochure's length. But a book, a book takes forever to write only to, if the book is to be effective in any way, feel as it didn't take any time to read at all.
The process is intimidating and the minutia of it all is often frustrating. Familiarity breeds contempt. Mistakes get lost somewhere between the loathing and the far smaller moments of liking. So in this whole process a guiding hand in noticing the simpler things, the supposedly given things, becomes necessary. I actual found this list on writerly type of both big and small advice from writer/instructer Martin Amis, and I wanted to share a little.
• Watch out for words that repeat too often.
• Don’t start a paragraph with the same word as previous one. That goes doubly for sentences.
• “Stay in the tense.”
• “Inspect your ‘hads’ and see if you really need them.”
• “Never use ‘amongst.’ ‘Among.’ Never use ‘whilst.’ Anyone who uses ‘whilst’ is subliterate.”
• “Try not to write sentences that absolutely anyone could write.”
• “You write the book you want to read. That’s my rule.”
• “You have to have a huge appetite for solitude.”
The ones in bold have offered personal hardship as of late. Particularly the last one. By the way, the picture on top is Truman Capote only because I love him. That is all.
love em' or hate em'?
city one minutes
As you sit in your office or pick up your coffee, do you ever wonder what the rest of the world is doing. City One Minutes answers that question in one minute intervals. In City One Minutes life in each city is divided into 24 one minute portraits, each depicting one hour of the day. Every film is a personal impression of the city in which the artist lives or in which he is staying. I think this site is a very cool glimpse into the other side.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
scribbles and internet bits
Twitter feels like conversation, ephemeral, written on water, designed to fade away. Blogging feels like notes, writing as thinking and rehearsing, to be kept and remembered, written on paper. And actually writing on paper, that’s still the best.
— russell davies: written in water, written on paperVIA agencyhustle
Very nice. Very true.
Monday, August 24, 2009
A sac worn many different ways is still a sac
Is it just me who finds these dresses all kinds of fugly?
dancing printers and other oddities
HP - invent from Tom and Matt on Vimeo.
VIA alana taylor
Youth in Revolt
Michael Cera has a strange way of being incredibly adorable while possessing no obvious qualities of being good-looking.
Peggy Olsen luvs em and leaves em
On last night's Mad Men, Peggy Olson took a bite of a brooklyn boy's hamburger and never looked back. I don't know what this little dalliance means in the evolution of my favorite TV copywriter, but this may be the first snippets of the end of the feminine mystique and the beginning of a new breed of Mad Women. The 60's are coming and I like it.
Once upon a time they had talent portions...
... Now even the Miss Universe performers are a collection of empty vessels. First off, holy ill fitting pants Heidi Montag. I get it "she's a celebrity", too bad she's not a singer, a dancer, or a human being. The whole act was pretty awful, evoking an awkwardness only surpassed by a whole world's worth of foreign white women gyrating to all that "hip hop" music while still being pageanty.
And then the moment we've all been waiting for, Miss Venezuela was crowned by Miss Venezuela, the former distinguished from the latter only by her red lipstick and a semblance of ill-fated hope for the years to come. According to the beauty queen, men and women are now equal. That's why men must also parade in front of national audiences as Billy Bush applauds their ability to walk while looking pretty and Donald Trump controls their moves from behind an iron curtain like a red-faced ventriloquist. Oh wait...
Indeed, a sad future lays ahead for those Toddlers in Tiaras.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
the other side of glamour
"In honor of their seventieth anniversary, Glamour Magazine asked 10 of America's top female artists, including Laurie Simmons, to define the concept of glamour."
Laurie Simmons interpretation is a a mix of dollhouse settings and porn imagery, creating an interesting critique of oversexualized femininity.
Check out the rest of her work here.