Cloud Nothings - “No Sentiment”
Nathan Barnatt is one of the most prolific people I have ever met. Will you just watch this already? The shot at 3:45 is worth it alone.
You guys have seen this, right?
Always the best. Fix your mood and watch this. I downright dare you not to be delighted.
Watch this and start your weekend excellently.
The Anti-Lady Laws of 2012, by Sady Doyle→
Sady Doyle takes a look at some truly fucking terrifying model anti-choice legislation.
The phrase “unborn child” is a semantic nightmare. It sounds like they take a newborn and shove it right back in there.
(via jasencomstock)
A London Street Scene (1840) by John Parry
What makes the Boxx so unique is how an often overlooked element of the vehicle—its initial distribution to consumers—has directly informed its physical design. At 40 inches in length, the Boxx’s easily-boxed shape can be shipped directly to purchasers via UPS, though its 120-pound weight may vex the man in the brown suit.
the all-wheel-drive, electricity-powered Boxx will run for 40 miles on a single charge, with the speed limited to 30 m.p.h. to keep the vehicle in the no-license-required scooter class. On-board storage will reportedly fit two grocery bags and an extra battery that can double the range, though it’s unclear if those items will compete for the same space. And a neat, futuristic touch is the onboard laser projector, which generates two 1.5-inch-wide beams on the pavement on either side of the vehicle as a sort of visual safety lane for surrounding vehicles to observe.
“Maybe that’s why I like you, Tom. I’ve never met anyone who made being a son of a bitch such a point of pride.”
January Aurora over Norway by Bjørn Jørgensen
Canada’s manned space program.
White Rabbits - “Heavy Metal” (off the forthcoming Milk Famous, out 3/6, via NPR)
Video is like watching a live-action Urban Outfitters catalog, but the song is good. Glad to see these guys are still around. Also, please note: not heavy metal at all.
Ogilvy: "I am a lousy copywriter"→
Ad man David Ogilvy shares what might loosely be called his writing routine. I’m hanging on to this for the day the publishing industry goes under (Monday, is it?) and we’ve got nowhere else to run but advertising.


