I want to be his friend.
I love this kid. And her Chuck Taylor skates.
Thanks to May for Facebookin’ this.
Here’s Russell Brand improvising a clever monologue that explains his entire backstory for the jester Trinculo (a character in Shakespeare’s The Tempest, soon to be a film directed by visionary designer/director Julie Taymor). Brand takes the character from childhood to shipwreck in 4 entertaining minutes.
Thanks to Holger and Brady for Facebooking this.
Here’s a good list of career advice from graphic designer Milton Glaser (best known for creating the “I heart NY” logo).
1. You can only work for people that you like. All of my most meaningful and significant work came out of an affectionate relationship with a client. I am not talking about professionalism; I am talking about affection. I am talking about a client and you sharing some common ground.
4. Professionalism is not enough. What professionalism means in most cases is diminishing risks. So if you want to get your car fixed you go to a mechanic who knows how to deal with transmission problems in the same way each time… If you are professional, your instinct is not to fail, it is to repeat success. So professionalism as a lifetime aspiration is a limited goal.
And now, from the department of “Things That Seem Totally Awesome In Theory But in Practice Would Be Completely Awful,” we bring you this amazing design of a musical bike path from the Seoul Cycle Design Competition.
Okay, the idea seems INCREDIBLE and combines lots of things I superlike. Biking along the path, you ride over these sections that activate hammers that hit xylophone-type bars, and as you ride, you create a melody. So fun, right? Whee! A little bike ride, a little tune, a little more love for Seoul and humankind in general.
More amazing graphics that have a slightly textbook, retro feel and are totally worth a look, here.
This is an awesome idea and reminds me a lot of this video that has been making the rounds, where people chose climbing stairs over riding an escalator after the stairs were transformed into a music making machine:
Okay, so let’s fast-forward to a time and place where this bike path construction has actually taken place. The bike path exists, it’s right on your way to work, you use the path for your round trips, five days a week.
11 months a year.
For the rest of your working life.
As a test to see if this would be a good idea, please repeatedly listen to this xylophone cover of the Super Mario Brothers song:
Could you listen to this backwards and forwards, every day for the rest of your life? eep.
I actually DID find an example of a song that could maybe work though: this badass xylophone cover of Sweet Child Of Mine, by Guns and Roses. amirite?
Short, funny essay by a smartass student.
Thanks to Peneycad for the link.
Fun fact: many Torontonians don’t get their drivers’ licenses until adulthood. It’s a pretty transit-friendly city, and as a Toronto teen, you just don’t *need* to drive, the way one might in a more suburban or rural area. I grew up feeling very comfortable on public transit, and living very close to the subway, and very good at mooching rides, so I just never bothered to get my license.
Eventually it occurred to me that not being able to drive kind of sucks, so I started taking lessons. It turns out that learning as an adult is tricky. Where teens are blithe and reckless, adults are sweaty and neurotic, and trying to teach me to parallel park was a little like trying to teach a squirrel how to move a refrigerator, or trying to teach a hypochondriac how to identify poison berries in the woods by their bitter aftertaste, or trying to teach a blogger how to come up with a metaphor that makes even a tiny bit of sense.
Never mind all that. I finally found Ali, a calm teacher whose melodious and lightly-accented voice patiently eased words of driving wisdom into my thick skull, the result being that I passed my roadtest on the first try this afternoon.
I am the proud owner of a valid driver’s license, you guys! Time to throw out all my shoes because obviously I’m never walking anywhere again. NOW GET OUTTA MY WAY VRRROOOOOM NEEEEEEER BEEPBEEP!
PS, Jokes, guys! I am actually a very catful, I mean careful, driver. I like to sit reeeallly close to the wheel and lean right into the windshield and beep my horn a lot and swear. Like a tiny old lady with neurological problems.
Look for me, coming soon to a street near you at 50 km/h!
Or just listen, you’ll probably hear me yelling GAS! BRAKE! GAS! BRAKE! VROOOOOOOOOOOM
Just put the bottle into the heel of your shoe, hold it so the bottom is parallel to the wall, and give it a few firm taps against a hard wall. Here’s a demo video; it’s in French but the visuals makes sense.
Do you know the lengths I’ve gone to to find a corkscrew? Trying to befriend snotty neighbours, wandering into Greek restaurants at 1AM, poking around with knives… and all this time I was standing on the answer. I can’t wait to try this. If I show up with a giant purple splotch on my pants you’ll know it was a fail.
This happened during the Toronto G20 so-called “riots” this past weekend. Pretty sure it’s at Yonge & College, right in the centre of downtown Toronto. The only way this could be better is if the thief said “Sorry” after being wrestled to the curb.
Although, frankly, given the hellswamp that is Bell Canada customer service (I was on the phone with them for FIVE HOURS last week), I kind of wish it was a better company who was getting their little products returned by gentle Toronto vigilante wrestlers.
Thanks to Rebecca for Facebooking this.