The more time we spend “talking” online, the less time we spend, well, talking. And as we stretch the definition of a friend to encompass people we may never actually meet, will the strength of our real-world friendships grow diluted as we immerse ourselves in a lattice of hyperlinked “friends”?
I love the Lord, but sometimes it’s like that I love me more
I love the peace and I love the war
I love the seas and I love the shore
No love for no bitch…
From New York Magazine‘s cover story, Emily Nussbaum takes an inside look at the nail industry:
The first time I got a pedicure, I felt something similar: physical vulnerability, mingled with a lurid awareness of power—an Asian woman who didn’t speak English was kneeling in front of me, washing my feet. It felt distinctly slave and master.
Quite a workaround to accommodate IE 6 transparency.
The New York Times Style Magazine web site kicks off with Holiday’s art, culture and style. The black-bar navigation looks familiar.
Black is the new black. Walking briskly down Madison Avenue in New York, I passed the window of the designer DKNY, but the display therein slowed my gait to a lugubrious plod. All the mannequins in the windows were clothed in funereal chic — outfits suitable for matronly morticians at an undertaker’s convention.
Love the typography from Bobby C. Martin Jr.
I was reminded of the concept of “muddled thinking” while reading a recent copy of Business Week. In its October 15th issue, I came across a headline that read: “The Top Design Schools.” Great, I thought. Let’s take a look. Art Center College of Design: no surprise there. Further down: California College of the Arts. No surprise there either. But then sandwiched between Georgia Institute of Technology and Hongik University College of Design appeared the Harvard Business School — which was a surprise, especially since Harvard’s Graduate School of Design was conspicuously absent from the list.
2pac sang Suzanne Vega’s “Tom’s Diner” with his own words. His out-of-tune singing is mad hilarious.
Flash animation of Layer Tennis.
My old lady had passed the 100,000-mile mark. I took her into the dealer to get a new timing belt, which will put a put hole in my pocket. The dealer fixed me up with a brand new 2008 MDX for today. After driving this big, bad mama, I just want to take her home. The rearview camera makes parallel parking much better. I don’t have to touch other car’s front bumper anymore.
Update: Kissed the MDX goodbye. Swiped $1064.70 from my credit card. Picked up my old lady. Felt like I cheated on her with a young, voluptuous broad. Still she looks pretty damn crisp and clean. Hopefully she’ll be with me for another 100,000 miles, if not forever.