12 February 2010

if you think the winter olympics are boring...

...you better think again. that shit is hardcore. just ask the luger that's DEAD after crashing his sled just a few hours before opening ceremonies:

Kumaritashvili, 21 was training at the Whistler Olympic Park when he lost control of his sled near the finish, flipped off his sled and was hurled into a metal pole. He was going close to 93 miles/hour (150 km/h) according to the Sun. (via)

thx joey.

watch the opening ceremonies tonight. and i hear there's a sweet iphone app, too.

debt clurk

has your chest tightened today? [U.S. national debt clock : real time]

new best friends.


interview with 2Pz fave, phantogram, at union hall in brooklyn. wilhelm and i happened to see them at that very venue last night, and he'll be giving you a review of that experience very soon.

the internet bus!

VAIL, Ariz. — Students endure hundreds of hours on yellow buses each year getting to and from school in this desert exurb of Tucson, and stir-crazy teenagers break the monotony by teasing, texting, flirting, shouting, climbing (over seats) and sometimes punching (seats or seatmates).

But on this chilly morning, as bus No. 92 rolls down a mountain highway just before dawn, high school students are quiet, typing on laptops.

Morning routines have been like this since the fall, when school officials mounted a mobile Internet router to bus No. 92’s sheet-metal frame, enabling students to surf the Web. The students call it the Internet Bus, and what began as a high-tech experiment has had an old-fashioned — and unexpected — result. Wi-Fi access has transformed what was often a boisterous bus ride into a rolling study hall, and behavioral problems have virtually disappeared. (via)

quotes from ladies.

(might as well just call it a feature)


"Hell yeah! Glitter is everything. Glitter and hair and hairspray, I’m obsessed — I’m like, a glitter connoisseur. I buy it by the pound. I have like, secret sources of glitter. And then the only thing I’m a diva about on tour is like — I need at least a gallon of glitter a night."

"I get mine shipped from L.A. It’s like a paint store that has a secret stash of glitter in the back. It’s like, industrial glitter. I lather my body with beer or baby oil and just throw it on me."

-ke$ha

ctm.

have you guys seen this twitter? some guy is pushing in the lost numbers every 108 minutes. ctm.

what are you doing this weekend?


6 minutes of corgi.


to help you through this, the longest day ever.

It's just that easy.

Zach Motl is a guy with a tiny apartment in Brooklyn. By virtue of his minescule living space, the Times thought it important to write about how novel living in a small apartment can be. I've read this sort of story before, "only in NY! amiright?" Close to 1000 doll hairs for 178 square feet. Fine, you are being fleeced, but what really g's my g, is this postscript:

"By November of 2008, Mr. Motl wanted just one (full-time) job. He was still waiting tables to support himself while he worked part time for Mr. Redd. A friend showed him a posting on Craigslist by Robert Couturier & Associates, the upscale architecture and design firm.

The ad was for a junior designer, with three years’ experience and knowledge of AutoCAD, the computer drafting program. Mr. Motl didn’t meet either of those requirements, but he did have pictures of this apartment. He got the job."

It's just that easy. sigh.

The reason this is so frustrating at this very moment is that I am a qualified candidate with a master's degree sitting at a two-day job fair in Boston with only 1 interview scheduled, for a job in Arizona. The worst part is, I forgot to bring pictures of my quirky apartment.

image via nyt

here you go.

you know what's really fucking good?

am i right?
 
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