One for the Road

I am engaged in lots of web-pagery today. Here's one for the road:

Propaganda

More here.

The Power of Books

(more here)

Boxers, Before & After Fights

Before and after.

(via Tyim)

You can bet this is showing up in a GW book or two....

Moscowitz is founder of the International Security Coalition of Clergy, whose mission is to train Jews in self-defense and advance fighting techniques in the event of a terrorist attack on a synagogue. He says business was slow for his Coalition until May, when the FBI arrested a group accused of plotting to blow up synagogues in The Bronx. But now Moscowitz's 100-hour synagogue self-defense course is in high demand.

Hardworking Dawgs

... have to commute, too.

More here.

Isn't it Obvious?

Of course!

I've always thought we took old manuscripts and buildings a bit too seriously... I can't wait for future generations to work out what the religious significance of The Bean is.

I need to be subsidized...

... Or, where are all MY rewards for bad busines practices?

The Weird Turn Pro

Tumbarumba: That Was Wicked Cool

A couple of weeks ago, I installed the firefox addon Tumbarumba. This app randomly embeds fragments of stories into ordinary web pages. When you spot them, you click on them to slowly unravel the rest of the story.

I installed the app and pretty much forgot about it until today, when I was reading a Wikipedia article with an overview of Jorge Luis Borges story, "The Aleph."

I'm reading along and reading along and I hit this total nonsequitor, something about "she being detail oriented" and I'm like, WTF there weren't any women in this story. I went back and re-read the stuff leading up to it twice.

Then I realized what was going on. I clicked on the weird sentence.

And another sentence was revealed.

Another click another sentence, in this fade-in magical webbiny way that gave me that awesome sense of awe you get when you slowly discover/uncover something previously hidden. Isn't there a word for that?

Then another, and another, and then you click on it and there's Greg Van Eekout's story, The Temp, sitting there in a faux Wikipedia skin.

It was like... it was like something weirdly magical. Like uncovering some secret thing. Super web magic.

It was spectacularly cool.

I love this app idea, but I'm shortly going to run out of stories (there's only a handful to get through, really).

It's going to need more stories to really kick butt, and they should be even a bit shorter to cater to internet audiences, but man... wow, that was neat. What a spectacular idea.

Sign up for Tumbarumba! It is full of goodness.

Celebrating Banned Books

I think this is an uber-kewl and terribly creative idea.



(thanks, Tyim!)

"Your Dirty Sex Makes God Send Hurricanes!"

Oh man... can't. stop. laughing...

A Gallon of Gas is still Cheaper than a Gallon of Airline Water

Airline travel has been degenerating steeply since 9/11. It's not getting any better.

At least they still think that drinking from the bathroom tap is "just not classy."

I mean, they have *some* standards!

I'm not looking forward to my next plane trip, on any airline.

One for the Road

Avenge me....

One for the Road

Blog Review

You know, I'm not actually a very brutal person, but I seem to play one on the internet:

"Kameron seems to be a very active and independent person. She does what she wants and does not care too much about what people will think of her. She may have relationship issues. Some of her posts talk about how she needs to be more in touch with her feelings and how she needs to be more open with people.

Brutal Women was a very interesting blog and I'm glad I read it. I just hope I never come across Ms. Hurley and get her mad because I will get my ass kicked with her martial arts/boxing skills and then she could potentially shoot me. That would prevent me from further posts."

I almost laughed til I cried.

(from here)

April

There have been a lot of seriously not funny April Fool's jokes today.

The one at work was the least funny of all.

Stop, people. Just stop. When you've had a lot of wacky, crazy shit happen to you over a very brief period of time, you're primed for more wacky badness. It's like mild PTSD.

I don't like it. I start getting jumpy and twitchy.

Please stop.

Thank you.

Daytonism of the Week

Was at an apartment showing tonight, and the subject of Dayton and why I moved here and my job came up.

"I'm a copywriter," I explained. "It's really great, I love it. I write all of our brochure copy, promotional stuff, web copy, that sort of thing."

"Oh, you're kidding!" the bubbly leasing agent exclaimed. She was a couple of years younger than me, plump and pretty, with a daughter in daycare. I was kind of surprised at how much she seemed to appreciate what I did.

"That's really wonderful!" she went on. "I'm writing a children's book, and I'm trying to figure out how to copyright it. It's so great to meet a copy-righter!"

No, I didn't correct her. I neatly changed the subject.

All of my roommate's stories about people here are true.

Wanted