
What’s that? You don’t know how to multiply Z by Q? GUESS YOU’RE A ROBOT.

What’s that? You don’t know how to multiply Z by Q? GUESS YOU’RE A ROBOT.
I hate when people feel like they fucking own the sidewalk
My whiskey told me a joke. My whiskey is my uncle? I Like my whiskey’s joke. I Like my whiskey.
Did you see the owl cupcakes at Tiff’s baby shower? Did you see them? They saw you!
Flight of the Conchords - Foux Du Fafa
This was my work day.
Jessie Ware - Devotion
Jessie Ware looks a lot like Jamie Beck (even their names are similar) so I like to pretend they are the same person. After she performs this moody tune, she’s going to make a cinemagraph of the studio.
Also, count how many trigger pads Jessie and the band have, collectively. Sonic nuance is very important when composing a moody tune!
(via Indie R&B)
The Clue-giver draws a card from the card holder and places it on the easel, as shown in Figure 3. The word at the top of the card is the Guess Word the Clue-giver is trying to get his or her teammates to say. The five words below the Guess Word are the TABOO words the Clue-giver CANNOT say when giving clues for the Guess Word.
FOR EXAMPLE:
Nine years on, “Hey Ya!” sounds like the invention of Drake. It’s such a massively fun song that the lyrics seem pointless, and with a hook like “Polaroid picture,” anything else he’s saying comes off as filler. But with hindsight, and with “Mrs. Jackson” in mind, the first half of “Hey Ya!” is a near-emo lament for the difficulty of finding romantic connection in a landscape of easy physical fulfillment. Love can’t last, we can’t stick together, we talk past one another. Emotions mean pain. We want love, but he’s unsure if he wants the risk. And then, disgustedly muttering “Y’all don’t want to hear it, you just want to dance,” Andre chants himself into emotional numbness: “ice cold, alright.” The rest of the song is the seduction, the thing he hates being good at. He’s told us he doesn’t want this, and then he does it anyway, murmuring come-ons, abandoning the personal for the dancefloor. And it works.
— Barthel
Have you seen this yet? It’s something like Instagram for music (Instagram, of course, being something like Twitter for square-format photography). Choose a song to be your jam and your jam it stays for up to a week. Choose a new one and your old one goes away. It’s an unuusally limited model and I find it very compelling.
I’ve started posting Jams instead of tumblr audio posts, first as an experiment, to see how it felt, and now as a standard practice, because it feels good. I like the idea of dedicated environments focused on a very small, distinct action, molded and polished to suit that action as nicely as possible. This Is My Jam, for example, also allows some basic customization—the background color and photo on a page, the album art, and probably some extra little bits soon. And because a page shows exactly one jam at a time, this customization naturally complements the jam. The hook to my current choice goes D-A-N-C-E-R-O-U-T-I-N-E, so I found a photo of a dance troupe to throw in there, doctored it a bit to serve the environment, and now everything’s tailored.
See also the One Thing Well doctrine. There’s probably a logical endpoint to this technique, but I’ve yet to hit it, so let’s keep splitting. See also also VHX, which is kinda like MTV for videos (or something) with a similarly-streamlined concept.
Bonus! I’m not in love with the default tweet format for Jams, so I wrote my own (notice that extra Tweet button in my screenshot, above). If you use dotjs, you can grab my extension on GitHub.
“A climbing structure that lets kids literally play inside the old railroad.” Co.DESIGN previews the third and final phase of the High Line.
This park is one of my favorite features of New York, a city full of favorable features. The idea of a repurposed, carefully-designed space that exists somewhere between natural and artificial, conceived for purely aesthetic reasons, lights my brain so brightly. I am endlessly fascinated by designed experiences.
The not-quite-perfect people pasted over the rendering also remind me of Anthony Goicolea’s photographs but that’s a story for another time.
(via Barthel)