He wants his tapes and pamphlets back.
Remember when you were in college, and you had a friend who spent junior year in Florence, and then she greeted people by kissing them on both cheeks for the first four days of senior year? Gwyneth Paltrow is that girl in those four days, forever.
Slides Across America
To Do:
Yeah Yeah Yeah Now
It’s all about the shoulders. And the smile. And the joy.
(Via David Rees, who has a great collection of “I Want You Back” videos on his blog today.)
How Should I Get Derek’s Attention?
From Grey’s Anatomy for Wii.
(via the very solid video game show Bleep Bloop)
“In the mid-1840s, ukiyo-e master Utagawa Kuniyoshi (1797-1861) created a number of woodblock prints showing legendary tanuki (raccoon dogs) using their humorously large scrota in creative ways.”
Please, go enjoy examples of above-noted woodblocks, unless you are (perversely) averse to art featuring comically large testicles.
From the product press release: “Show ‘em who’s boss! Available Fall 2009, iPhone Nutz fit any model iPhone, from the puniest to the beefiest. … And if your battery’s low, give ‘em a gentle squeeze for an extra 30 minutes of juice.”
Disgusting.
“No, honey, MaxFunCon is not ‘camp.’ We’re performing! It’s more like work. There probably won’t even be time to hang out or anything. Seriously, this is important for me. I wouldn’t leave you alone with the kids, for days, if it was just a chance to dick around with my buddies.”
(Photo: Jon Deal)
“Rock and Roll and Vanilla Cake” (1977/2004)
“Baby Jason” sings into a tape recorder. 27 years later, someone cuts this gem with the first version of Garageband. This morning, iTunes reminded me how much I like it.
(A note on the song’s creator: someone named “Summerisle” added it to iCompositions, but the mp3 of unknown provenance on my computer lists “Baby Jason” as the artist. So I’m not sure.)
Also: it’s pretty stupid.
No Photography / No Animals
My son is currently honing his prohibition art.
In English writing we seldom speak of tradition, though we occasionally apply its name in deploring its absence.
