Regarding personality tests, the folks over at buzzfeed matched some animal 'characteristics' up with Myers-Briggs test. i am apparently an octopus. This is ridiculous, people, but at least you're all using your imaginations.
So i came upon this tumblr entitled 'Awkward Years Project'. A few of them are truly awkward. The arc was from this petapixel article, initiated by a link from LZ to an article regarding portraits of Albanian women who chose to live as men (and within that is a link to the wikipedia page for burrnesha, which is what they're officially called; the juxtaposition to this might be the hijra, or males who live as females. Also interesting is the wikipedia page for third genders.).
In honor of a forever-bearded, recently defended friend, this stop-action youtube video entitled "magic beard", and that dude's blog is pretty cool, too.
From Holly, links about animals jumping on trampolines (the foxes ARE adorable, and why are there so many clips of goats? Buffalo?!) and another to hamsters stuffing large foods into their mouths.
A NYTimes article about wobbly biking on rental bikes in New York. Jack and i have wobbly biked in the past around Madison; this is a particularly excellent city in which to do so, given the profusion of both bars an bike lanes. Sidenote; the article refers to wobbly biking as 'joy rides'; Jack, myself, and Urban Dictionary define that as some sort of reckless behavior.
i can honestly see this Bloggess post happen, which makes it particularly hilarious to me. Best? " That’s like, $200 worth of chicken for free."
Ryan, here's this Lego version of Dante's 9 circles of Hell just for you.
i've had this Regina Spektor song in my head for the past two weeks; the part beginning at 2:18 is just tremendous. i would attempt to sing it to Holly in lab, across the bench as i'm inclined to do, but i can't sustain the highest notes in a reliable fashion. (Yes, i know, it hasn't ever really stopped me before, Holly, so... there's hope/threat?)
Let's reflect a moment on camouflage. The word itself is French, from the slang meaning to disguise/ blow smoke in one's face (which, before that, the British called it dazzle-painting?! Apparently, one can use this in a modern context to avoid identification by face detection technology.) i was talking about camouflage with Rup and Patricia this weekend, as Pat's people and my mom's family hunt, and i've got (female) cousins who sport pink camouflage. i have a problem with this, namely in that in what scenario could pink camo possibly provide any sort of concealment? Seriously.This was brought to mind while reading an article online today about the Duck Dynasty family, of whom those same family members are huge fans. (i've not seen any episode of that television show, and as such cannot comment outside of curiosity.) Best quote in the article? " Last week, he was at the corporate headquarters of Walmart and was surprised to see his face on a garden gnome. “I knew I had a Chia Pet and a bobblehead and an action figure,” Mr. Robertson said by phone. “I didn’t know I had a garden gnome. That’s awesome. I guess Pez dispenser is the last weird thing I have to see myself on.” ".
No comments:
Post a Comment