You guys. I don’t think the other photo (see below) properly conveys that this kid is, like, pre- prepubescent. He was playing — by memory — Satie, Chopin, Beethoven. He is a miracle. I nearly kidnapped him.
Best Piano Underground Player Ever, Union Sq, NYC
Something I’ve been pondering today:
Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear, right? But, see, he had no hair. So, um, Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn’t very fuzzy, was he.
…is a better Tumblr app.
Developers, you have seven weeks. Giddyup.
Outside My Window, Brooklyn, NY
While other people are announcing they can’t go to the SF meetup in January, I might as well throw my hat in that ring.
There are quite a few reasons January is just a bad time. So, no SF for me.
However, if anyone wants to get together in Vegas in March, let me know. Todd has to be out there for five days and I think I’m going to join him for three of those days. He’ll be working most of the time and I’ll probably only get to see him late at night, but I’ve never been to Vegas (except for the airport) and I thought I’d explore.
I don’t gamble, I don’t drink, but I do love to act like a tourist and take pictures of cheesy, glitzy things and eat at ridiculous buffets. I’m going around the 23rd of March. If you have any desire to be in Vegas around then, I’d love some sightseeing company.
I looooovve Vegas (this may earn me a few enemies and snobby judgments, but so be it)! I am a mean (mean meaning decent) poker player, and I have been known toss back a drink here, there and everywhere.
My birthday is March 13th, and I’ve spent my past two birthdays there, so there’s a good chance I’ll be back for more next year.
I obviously haven’t the willpower that those of you who resisted reblogging this do*.
*I also haven’t the proper grammar skills to properly compose that sentence.
…is the most inaccurately named iPhone app there ever was. If you’ve had the good sense to not acquire this app, let me explain: Words with Friends is a Scrabble-y game you can play with other people who also have the app. Simple enough, right? Well, I am getting my ass handed to me by someone I thought was my friend, but if she keeps abusing me like this, I will be either:
1) Unfriending her.
2) Writing to the makers of this app to let them know they are misrepresenting their product.
You know who you are, FRIEND.
hman:fuckyeahcilantro:flamgirlant:
Embroidered Sriracha fan art stitched by christ(ine)
oh my fuck
Reblogging because I think we’ve reached that point in our relationship when you should know that I put this shit on EVERYTHING. (Everything food, I mean. Perv.)
If these were offered at those “How to Use Social Media to Improve Your Barf Business” panels I might actually go to one.
Jack Penate - “Pull My Heart Away”
Since the other audio post went over pretty well…
It’s not as sexy as the XX song (not in the least), but it does conjure memories of the cheesy pop music of days gone by. But not Chris Isaak this time: “Pull My Heart Away” has an anthemic sound reminiscent of the New Radicals’ “You Get What You Give.” Yeah, I know that song is the laughing stock of late-90s music, but you might like this even if you abhorred the New Radicals.
(Now that I listen to it again, it kinda reminds me of Trash Can Sinatras, too. That probably means nothing to most people, though.)
Geologists confirm that a 35-mile-long rift that opened in Ethiopia in 2005— it ripped apart more than 20 feet in just days — is likely the start of a new ocean.
The team from U Rochester has been trying to figure out if plates separate little-by-little over the long haul by a series of smaller earthquakes, or if it’s possible for oceanic plates to suddenly break apart along an entire length all at once.
Since deep-sea research has obvious difficulties, this above-sea-level rift has allowed them to solve part of this mystery. Their research appears to confirm that every tectonic plate, with edges hundreds of miles in length, has the potential to instantly tear themselves apart over a few days.
Paranoid little old me will be walking more carefully, ready to leap aside should the earth rend beneath my feet. Yikes!
I believe this photo is the reason why the word “yonic” was invented.
hman:
“Much of the office candy, we’ve been told, comes from parents siphoning off some of their children’s Saturday bounty. Other candy is simply left over after the trick-or-treaters have passed through. Storms on Saturday night in New York City may have depressed trick-or-treating traffic, leading to even more leftover candy.”
Could someone weigh in on how Bloomberg would address this pressing issue if he is re-elected?
