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Dorian saw Myrtle in a pub and knew by her fringe that she was the right girl to front his new pop group.
Naked Under Spacesuit — Former Lover / Nature Set Split Cassette
Holy cow. Dorian Cox is back!
Damien Steven Hirst, the world’s richest artist ($332 million according to Britain’s Sunday Times), full-time businessman, part time art-collector, sometime restaurateur, P.T. Barnum imitator, and most famous member of the Young British Artists (or YBAs), a creative covey who came to prominence in the 1990s, died last Thursday, January 12, in New York following complications from acute diverticulitis brought on by a swinishly speculative, grossly cynical, intellectually constipated effort to pinch out 11 concurrent exhibitions of rehashed expensive crap. He was 46.
Sports can do great good: build the body, create a stronger, more resilient will, impart confidence, stimulate bravery, foment daring. But at the same time, sports often brutalize the player—they make him more aggressive, more violent. They make him intolerant of gentleness; they help turn him into a member of the pack, which defines itself by maltreating others—the weak, the tender, the differently made.
“Because the biggest producers of content on the Internet are not Google and Yahoo — they’re us – we’re the ones getting policed. The real threat to the enactment of PIPA and SOPA is our ability to share things with one another.”
-Clay Shirky, in his “emergency” TED talk about SOPA and why it would create a “consumption-only Internet.”
Watch this, all. “The threat is this inversion of proof.”
“Time Warner called, and they want you back on the couch, only consuming.”
This is the best and most interesting thing I’ve heard about this whole mess. Highly recommended.
This is absolutely worth 13 minutes of your time.
Photo Series of the Day: To promote her newly launched photo restoration business, Swedish artist Sanna Dullaway colorized a few of history’s more iconic photos.
Check out the rest here.
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Holy cow, these are amazing. Click through to see the detail. Sanna Dullaway has incredible photo restoration chops.
To begin with, you long for money. Then you develop a liking for work. Work has a much stronger flavor than money. Ultimately, money is nothing more than a symbol of independence
Coco Chanel (via mollycrabapple)
I couldn’t agree more.
When I am king, my first decree shall be that all musical partnerships be commemorated with pocket knives.
Colin Stetson, The stars in his head (Dark Lights Remix) / New History Warfare Vol. 2: Judges. Shot by Radwan Mounmeh, Montreal, 2011.
If you only Instapaper one MetaFilter post ever, this is the one. Articles like this are why hypertext was invented.
I never realized how scary it is to raise a phone up to someone who has a weapon. Because a phone is a different kind of weapon that will provide justice, but not before you get your ass peppersprayed in Davis or teeth kicked in or your head parked on a stake in Mexico. The internet can’t protect you from physical violence at a given moment.
There’s way too much good music coming out all the time to put grunge on a pedestal and I say that as a person who flew across the country to see the Green River reunion.
Apes are using Skype on iPads, gambling, and building fires to cook food.
I can’t even imagine how amazing it must feel to hand a chimp a pack of matches knowing he’s going to start a fire with them.
Sniffing Glue fanzine 1976.
Three chords motherfuckers.
That’s all there is to it.
I don’t know… seems pretty extravagant.
I read a profile of her once in which she talked about the black holes of outer space, not the soul. She told her interviewer the note that emanates from them is a deep and constant B-flat, a key she loves. She added, too, that a man who once played bass for her had synesthesia—meaning that when he played notes, he saw colors—and that when he played a B-flat what he saw was “very, very, very black.
Nell Boeschenstein on Emmylou Harris. (thx, Edith’s longreads!)
Let’s not forget Robert Krulwich’s Have You Heard About B Flat?