cute sign!

Lighting of Bristol state line sign Orange & Maroon. @knoxnews pic.twitter.com/frqsmDGBtw

— Michael Patrick (@michaelpix) September 9, 2016

The Bristol Virginia-Tennessee Slogan Sign is a landmark in the twin cities of Bristol, Virginia and Bristol, Tennessee, United States. The sign is positioned over State Street, a roadway along the border separating the two states. Although the landmark is technically located in both Tennessee and Virginia, the National Register considers the location as Tennessee. (via)

thank you very much.

knock knock.

the lights have always been my favorite 9/11 memorial.

berlin's festival of lights

see more pixies here.

Beyonce says, "I've had 'Shine Ya Light' by Rita Ora on repeat - no doubt you will too."

space photography

an interview with the guy who brought us that amazing space video.

announcement!

the 5th annual international cornhole cup tournament has been scheduled! jicydak, it will be taking place next saturday, august 20th at jOeL's HiZziE!!!

2Pz friend and owner/operator of cornhole cooperative, patty halley, has posted a timely item:

an official rulesheet. this will answer all your questions concernig cornholes, dirty pillahs, rim jobs, etc.

now that you're all in the mood to play, sign up for the tournament! you won't win, as the city (me 'n starla) will be dominating, but you'll have a lot of fun!!

a story from my real life

preface:

i work in an 2-floor office of about 40 people. on the second floor, there are a total of three women, myself included. we share one two-stall bathroom, so the bathroom is uninhabited about 90% of the day, if not more. on a related note, my company just spent a significant amount of time and money to install solar panels on our roof, which provide more than enough energy needed to power our office, and we sell the extra back to the local utilities board.

i've been working here for over a year now, and i noticed when i started that the bathroom light was always left on. given the solar panels, my big-city-liberal sensibilities, and innate common sense, i make an effort to turn the light off when i leave the bathroom. it's never caught on, but i still do it.

this afternoon, i was leaving the bathroom when i found the note pictured above next to the light switch. first thing i did was check out the desk of my work nemesis, who i like to call "rupal's drag race". she is a bossy terror, but ultimately lacks grace with her attempts at anonymity. hot pink post-its everywhere.

i'm beside myself about this whole situation, which i find to be complete and utter nonsense. my need to defy her request has monopolized my thoughts for the last hour, and i'm just unsure how to gauge the value of revenge / winning versus the risks involved with workplace passive-aggressiveness.

at any rate, john and i have brainstormed some pretty epic responses, which i'm sure everyone can enjoy:

john: next time you see her go in
wait till she's got her panties around her ankles, and then turn off the light


me: should i leave a hot pink post-it on her computer
"please turn your mouth off when you're done ruining the environment. thank you."


john: take her note, and wipe your ass with it, and leave THAT on her desk
that'll teach her
me: thats the best idea yet


me: i thought about putting her note in the toilet and forgetting to flush
so she could find it

john: scrawl BITCH on the note
me: in menstrual blood
and i'll put in parentheses "that's from my uterus"

john: i say, turn off the light, and wipe turd on the light switch. then just sit back and wait for her to get your poo on her hands
me: its officially giggles o clock

john: no, write, "go back to where you came from!"
it's time you resort to plain ol' fashioned racism


what do YOU guys think i should do?!

neon nyc

Chateau Bezerra used the neon signs around New York City—and his deft editing skills—to make this stunningly simple music video scored to the Gorillaz track "Melancholy Hill." (via)

finally, an explanation.

on saturday, aka september 11th....gulp. we were up on my roof checkin' out the ol' towers of light, when we noticed that something was happening in the beams. they appeared to have been glitter bombed. both light shafts from the ground up to where they terminated into the low clouds were full of little specks moving in the light. from our vantage point in brooklyn, it was hard to gauge the scale of the objects, and they did look sparkly, so we just assumed they had shot some confetti off or something, during the 9/11 party tribute down at ground zero.

anyway, i've been scouring the internet ever since looking for an explanation, and gawker just gave it to me:

They were thousands of birds, trapped into the beams, confused by the intense light while trying to go over New York City, en route to warmer climates. The birds saw the intense light from the distance and, lacking any other navigational reference in the sky, they went into it.

According to John Rowden, citizen science director at the Audubon Society's New York chapter, "it has only happened once before. It's a confluence of circumstances that come together to cause this. Some of it has to do with meteorological conditions, and some with the phase of the moon."

About 10,000 birds were estimated to enter the beams, wasting time and energy that now can't be used in their migratory trip. From the ground, people were surprised and confused by the display. Nobody could tell what the swarm of glowing points were. Ornithology experts recorded the bird voices, as they called in the middle of the night.

To liberate the birds, the NYC authorities had to turn off the beams five times over the night. By dawn, on September 12, all the birds were gone, on their way to their winter promised land. (via)

it was BIRDS!! ten THOUSand of them!

jealous?

check out the new lampposts just unveiled at fulton street mall.

The new poles are cylindrical and quite high, with an unusual curving shaft. All have a pair of high intensity sodium vapor lamps, which burn bright yellow. Unlike other luminaires these are actually a part of the post, so there shouldn't be any mixing and matching of different luminaires as in past lamppost deigns. Note the photocell at the top of the shaft. (via)

i think they're pretty ugly. what do you think?

Did you know that...

They sell lights for cornhole boards and lighted plexi-boards, so you can play into the evening hours! We are building boards and were joking the other day how we should add lights for later play. Turns out the internet has thought of EVERYTHING!



























Also, this guy went to town and built lights recessed into his board.

for starla.

light magic

olafur eliasson (of new york waterfall and tate modern weather project fame) has a new installation at the tanya bonakdar gallery in manhattan. its free, someone go check it out and take pictures. the multiple shadow house has light banks that look like white light, but are actually made up of multiple colors that reveal themselves when you walk through and make shadows.

paris je t'aime, nuit blanche

paris is so cool.

Finally, the City of Light lives up to its name, thanks to artist Michel de Broin's 7.5-meter disco ball suspended 50-meters above the Jardin du Luxembourg. It's even more impressive in action and up close.
It took artist Michel de Broin 1,000 mirrors to construct the disco ball for his Nuit Blanche project, and spotlights positioned throughout the city to make it sparkle.

tokyo timelapse

thx mxxx.

drive-by art

AT night, it’s bright enough to stop traffic. One minute cars are buzzing along Wilshire Boulevard between Fairfax and La Brea. The next they slow to a crawl, even though the stoplight is green. The attraction? An art installation consisting of some 200 salvaged cast-iron lampposts from the 1920s and ’30s arranged in formation at the new entrance of the Los Angeles County Museum of Art. Come dusk, the lamps turn on and create a sort of flying carpet of light. (nytimes)

beyonce threatz

during a show in rotterdam, beyonce gets a little upset when the lights are not being turned on and off according to her liking. at 0:45 she ad-libs "lights! somebody gettin' fired."

thank you beyonce for showing us all the proper way to threaten someone's job!!!

the best part of my tuesday.

well, it's over. the first season of the city is over. and boy, was it a DoOzY!! as always, nymag says it best:

"Lesson 5: Deciding if you should take back the boy who ditched you for a tour.

Do: Realize that rat face maybe wasn’t as amazing as you initially thought. He lied, and then he up and left. Apart from all of that, his band totally sucks. Nothing worse than having to cringe your way through a boyfriend’s live set. When Jay showed up outside the DVF party in his “good suit,” he totally had that look on his face, that arrogant smile assuming that she would run into his arms sobbing gratefully. We loved, loved, loved watching that smile fade to worry as he realized that he’d hurt Whit for the last time. Then he turned on the waterworks! Oh please! We will say that when he told her he was in love with her, it seemed genuine.

Don’t: Feel the need to say it back. And she doesn’t. This was one of Whitney’s strongest moments of the entire season. She tells Jay she was falling in love with him till he up and left her for life on the road. “I lost myself in us!” she says sadly. But then she says something we were totally not expecting “I need to be on my own.” Lets not forget Whitney was in a long-term relationship throughout The Hills and fell in with Jay the second she moved to New York, so she seemed like a very typical serial monogamist. Looks like DVF’s work rang true after all.

You know what was awesome? The last scene. After hearing that Olivia's going to London to work with the team there, and then rebuffing Jay’s crawl-back, Whitney simply returns to the party. That. Was. Amazing. In our life, we’d have been so done with the drama we’d have resigned ourselves to a cab and gone home. But Whitney rose like a phoenix from the ashes, dusted herself off, and went right back to work. Season two is already looking twice as good as this one."

hurry up season 2!!!

nErD aLeRt!

Jenny Holzer, who infused Conceptual Art’s playful language with real-life seriousness, is the subject of a spare, 15-year retrospective at the Whitney Museum.