Thursday, July 30, 2009

Bugs + street light + long exposure



Michigan-based filmmaker Charlie McCarthy shot 156 photographs of insects flying around a street light, each at a four second exposure. He then put them together at 12 frames per second to make this delightful little film...

Aren't the corkscrew spirals great? Via Andrew Sullivan's blog.

Charlie's main Vimeo page is here and the Flight Patterns film, here

Earthquake Survival Suits for Pets

Earthquake-prone Japan has a market for these suits that you strap onto your cats and dogs so that they can survive for days after a major earthquake. Each suit contains all of the necessary gear including water, biscuits, aromatherapy oils, and rubber foot pads, all contained in the pockets of a flame-resistant coat.

Link (in Japanese) via Rinkya via Popped Culture

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Robert harris boring arty ass.. .this is what they should be doing





Cheeming Boey creates small pieces of art by sketching on foam coffee cups! His friends told him they would never sell, but that was before Marion Meyer saw them.

“I personally liked them,” says the former president of the Laguna Beach Art Walk. “And that’s how I select artists. When I connect to the energy and passion someone creates in their art, that’s when I like it.”

Meyer invited Boey to display his cups at her gallery during the monthly Art Walk. They sell for $120 to $220.

Link to story. Link to Flickr set.


I see dead people

Personalized Urns for the Deceased



Would you like to keep your departed loved ones in an urn on the mantle? How about in an urn that looks like the deceased person’s head? Cremation Solutions makes personalized urns using facial reconstruction and 3D mapping software.

Link via Oh Gizmo!

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Rubik’s Cube Sandwich

From the food blog Insanewiches:

The Rubix Cube has confounded us for years. Maybe the sandwich version of this puzzling brain teaser will do the same. The Rubix Cubewich contains cubes of pastrami, kielbasa, pork fat, salami, and two types of cheddar.

TV3 Hitched: Stag Do


A good stag do often ends with the groom being hand cuffed semi-naked to a street sign - which is exactly what Colenso BBDO Auckland did to help promote the premiere of the new reality TV show Hitched (which follows kiwi couples in the lead up to the big day). The text on his chest written in lipstick reads 'Hitched tonight 8PM TV3'.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

What we know about men.... hmmm

AskMen’s Great Male Survey 2009



AskMen has just released the results of their second annual Great Male Survey, involving more than 50,000 of their readers worldwide, to find out what the modern man is thinking about.

As with their first survey last year, some results are interesting and some are quite unexpected. For instance, here are the top 100 most interesting answers:

10. 38% - Own more than seven pairs of shoes
9. 78% - Require more than $1 million to retire comfortably
8. 77% - Think moral standards in business are on the decline
7. 84% - Think it’s important that a girlfriend have "wife potential"
6. 83% - Are actively environmentally friendly
5. 48% - Would dump a girlfriend if she became fat
4. 78% - Exaggerate in the sex stories they tell to friends
3. 36% - Are scared of terrorists
2. 83% - Surf the web on their phone
1. 91% - Believe in marriage

Check out the full survey result here: Link 

Post-it Note Stories




Cartoonist Arthur Jones writes stories through text and doodles on Post-It Notes, then reads his stories live to audiences as his cartoons scroll in the background. There are a few on his site, but my favorite is actually a translation of Jonathan Goldstein’s “Man Not Superman”. This is the story of the ordinary guy who dates Lois Lane after she breaks up with Superman, and tries to overcome his feelings of inadequacy. Jones’ comics just make this funny story even funnier.

Official Website

Man Not Superman by Jonathan Goldstein

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She missed normal men. Lois wanted someone normal. That’s how I won over a class act like Lois Lane — it was the fact that I was a mere mortal.

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I first met Lois at a charity penny arcade event. At one point in the evening, as I stood hunched over a pinball machine,

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I looked over to my side, and there was Lois Lane just standing there, watching me.

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The left flipper wasn’t working, so I tried to keep the ball on the right, but when it came down the left,

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we yelled like a couple of kids rolling down the side of a mountain together.

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“I’ve always wanted to reach in there and hold the silver ball in my hand,” I said.

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“I never thought of it that way,” said Lois,

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and five minutes later she was ripping open an empty pack of Clorets and writing her number down on the white inside.

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Lois was the kind of woman I had always dreamed of. Even her name — so cool and crisp — Lois Lane. It pierced my ear like an arrow.

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Lois was the kind of woman who made you feel like “I am a man who dates Lois Lane,” and as simple as that sounds, it is the best way I can describe it.

At first I was a novelty. In the beginning, Lois would kiss my forehead and tell me she loved how squishy my arms were.

At first I was a novelty. In the beginning, Lois would kiss my forehead and tell me she loved how squishy my arms were.

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Once, I even gave my nipples eyelashes and smeared lipstick around my belly button. Lois swooned as I made my fat gut sing her sweet songs of love.

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I liked making Lois laugh. One evening I purchased a jar of olives simply because one of them, pressed up against the glass,

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looked like an old man’s head, with a little skewed stroke-mouth full of pimento.

I gave it a voice.

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I made it say things like, “Get me out of here,”

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and “My ass is asleep,”

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and Lois appeared to find this delightful.

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Although they were broken up, Lois and Superman decided to remain friends, and since they traveled in the same circles, I knew it was only a matter of time before Superman and I would meet,

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and I knew that when we did, by any possible system of measurement, he would destroy me.

Lois told me that I should expect a call from Superman. She said he was really anxious to meet me, and several weeks into our relationship, I got the call.  When I answered the phone, I felt my chest tighten.

Lois told me that I should expect a call from Superman. She said he was really anxious to meet me, and several weeks into our relationship, I got the call. When I answered the phone, I felt my chest tighten.

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“I’d like to keep Lois in my life,” he said, “and I guess that means we should get to know each other. I don’t want to make this into a big deal or anything, but Lois tells me you’re sort of between jobs right now, and I could use a sidekick.

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When I saw Lois that night for dinner, she had already spoken to Superman, and she was going on about my sidekick-ship like it was already a done deal.

Before I knew it, we were drinking glass after glass of red wine,

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and I was agreeing that it might be a good idea.

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Lois is just so beautiful when she’s pleased.

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The next morning, I met Superman for lunch. He handed me a rumpled paper bag.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“Your new outfit,” he said.

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He shooed me off to the bathroom, and in the toilet stall I changed into what was essentially a skintight black unitard. There was no cape.

The whole thing succeeded in making me look both skinny-legged and rotund around the middle.

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Across the chest, in small Courier font, was the wordStuart.

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“It’s your sidekick name,” Superman said. “And you’re not supposed to...”

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“...wear your uniform with underwear.”

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I spent most of my time wearing my Stuart outfit in Superman’s apartment, ironing his costume, fielding calls from the press,

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and popping boils on his back with a nail and an atlas.

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In between, Superman had me doing nonstop sit-ups. He called my gut “a crime against humanity.” His favorite joke was to put his hand on my stomach and ask, “How many months?”

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But he wasn’t perfect, either. From up close Superman stank of Brylcreem, and when he was being all solemn, he would use words like shall and vex. He was also really full of himself. At one point he even told me I should use the word super sparingly. He said its use was only appropriate when describing works of God or Superman’s own feats and properties.

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As horrible as it all got, in the evening there was Lois, and she seemed so proud of me. Still, Superman was a constant, unspoken presence between us.

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I always knew he was out there, feeling better than me. And when I looked at Lois sometimes, I knew she knew I was thinking it, and I guess it made her want to think about it a little herself.

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It all came to a head one Thursday night. There was this Thursday-night tradition where all the superheroes got together for beer and chicken wings, and on this particular evening, Lois was going to join us.

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The superheroes sat together at one table, capes all undone, laughing and slapping each other on the back,

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while the sidekicks sat at another table, commiserating and trash talking.

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I looked around my table. There was the angry-looking hunchback the Green Lantern worked with, and Wonder Woman had brought along a sad-eyed, mousy college-aged girl who sketched on napkins all night.

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And then, of course, there was Batman’s sidekick, Robin.

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Robin told me that the Caped Crusader was such a control freak he had continued to bathe Robin well into his late teens. “I can scrub my own ass,” Robin would yell, but Batman was so strong. When he put his hand on Robin’s shoulder, Robin wasn’t going no place.

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I looked over at Superman laughing it up with Batman-- the best of buddies- their massive upper torsos jerking in an impossibly manly manner. Suddenly Superman turned to me, and our eyes locked. Much has been written about Superman, but there is an aspect of him that is very difficult to describe. There is a certain feeling one gets when looking into his eyes, and of all the articles I have read, there isn’t one that touches on it.

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Being looked at by Superman makes you feel more there than even a dozen TV cameras. And it’s not simply that you’re there, but that you’re there swaddled in fur coats while sipping warm cider. When Lois walked in to the bar, instinctively, she made her way over to Superman and kissed his cheek hello.

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I got up and walked out of the bar. Because I was in my Stuart outfit, I didn’t even have pockets to dig my fists into.

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Some time after one in the morning, Lois showed up at my place full of apologies. She had spent the whole night talking with Superman. She said that he was really depressed.

“I’ve never seen him like this. I’m actually a bit worried,” she said.

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“He’s obsessed with the emptiness of the universe. He said that after we broke up, he went looking for God — literally looking for God, zipping across the universe — and he came up with nothing. I never realized how obsessive he can be.

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He told me there was once a certain way I flipped my hair that so beguiled him he spun around the earth reversing the moment 75,000 times. I never knew that.”

I felt myself grow queasy.

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“He’s just so intense,” she continued, “and this planet can be so cold. Did you know that on Krypton, when two people fell in love, they became inseparable? They even had special clothes they wore together, and they learned to move together in unison. He said that on Earth these kinds of garments have names like Fundies and are sold only in the pages of pornographic magazines. He said Earth is a sick, sick place.”

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After she left my apartment, I decided to take a walk to clear my head. I did so while cursing Superman until there were tears in my eyes. I had walked only a couple of blocks when I ran into Clark Kent.

I had been introduced to Clark at a couple of Lois’s soirees and, although I hardly knew him, he was someone I really liked. He possessed a kind of small-town warmth that I genuinely enjoyed being around.

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Clark told me I looked terribly sad. Terribly sad. People didn’t say stuff like that anymore. Having him call meterribly sad, instead of depressed or bummed made me start to feel a little bit better. He asked me if I wanted to grab a beer, and I said sure.

I told Clark all about the evening, and he listened to me. That was all I really needed just then: to be listened to.

“How do you know she’ll go running back to Superman?” asked Clark.  “You should hear her talk,” I said. Superman once went back in time and beat up Hitler.’ I mean, who can compete with that?”

“How do you know she’ll go running back to Superman?” asked Clark. “You should hear her talk,” I said. Superman once went back in time and beat up Hitler.’ I mean, who can compete with that?”

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Clark started laughing so hard that people at the other tables turned around to look at us. I was on a roll. With his laughter egging me on, I told him all the things that over the last few weeks I wished I had said to Superman. I wished I had said,

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“You’re such a phony,” I said. “You have this idea of what it means to be human, but it’s a parody. Humans feel pain, and you don’t understand what pain is. You may be super, but you are certainly not a man.”

Clark thought that was just perfect. He put his arm around my neck and rocked me back and forth as we both laughed.

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