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Showing posts with label creativity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label creativity. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Blogger Template Upgrade - Wha-what?
I've done some things in the past 2 years to personalize my blog space, and then they go all "you've gotta upgrade!" on me.
So today I upgrade, which of course means I'll lose many of my mods. Luckily, I'm due for a revamping, and will probably add a new header, clean up the look from this tired old polka-dotted template. Also, being a web developer, it doesn't make me nervous, just frustrated at the amount of time I'm going to have to spend. But I want to include a follower widget, link to my twitter, etc.
It'll be better for all of us.
So if shit gets flooby in the next few hours, don't freak. It'll be okay. Soon.
And don't forget to do that follow thing: all the cool kids are.
So today I upgrade, which of course means I'll lose many of my mods. Luckily, I'm due for a revamping, and will probably add a new header, clean up the look from this tired old polka-dotted template. Also, being a web developer, it doesn't make me nervous, just frustrated at the amount of time I'm going to have to spend. But I want to include a follower widget, link to my twitter, etc.
It'll be better for all of us.
So if shit gets flooby in the next few hours, don't freak. It'll be okay. Soon.
And don't forget to do that follow thing: all the cool kids are.
Labels:
blogging,
creativity
Friday, October 10, 2008
Ode to Sean Hannity
Found here:
Ode to Sean Hannity
by John Cleese
Aping urbanity
Oozing with vanity
Plump as a manatee
Faking humanity
Journalistic calamity
Intellectual inanity
Fox Noise insanity
You’re a profanity
Hannity
Ode to Sean Hannity
by John Cleese
Aping urbanity
Oozing with vanity
Plump as a manatee
Faking humanity
Journalistic calamity
Intellectual inanity
Fox Noise insanity
You’re a profanity
Hannity
Labels:
creativity,
Hannity Shenanigans,
hilarity,
poet'y
Friday, April 04, 2008
Ironic Sans - Bulbdial Clock
This is a brilliant idea from Ironic Sans, and I would buy one in a second.


The Bulbdial Clock has no hands — just one pole in the center of the clock, and three light sources of varying heights which revolve around the pole casting shadows. In the model illustrated above, the light sources are each attached to a ring which rotates around the pole. The innermost ring rotates once per minute, casting a “second hand” shadow. The middle ring rotates once per hour, and casts the “minute hand” shadow. And the outer ring rotates once every 12 hours, casting the “little hand” shadow.(h/t to Bad Astronomy for the tip)
Labels:
creativity,
incredibly freakin cool,
science,
tech gadgets
Monday, March 24, 2008
LifeGem: I Always Said Grandma Was a Gem

Caught this over at Angry Ballerina's Place, and according to the LifeGem website, those beauties you see above were once people.
The LifeGem® is a certified, high-quality diamond created from the carbon of your loved one as a memorial to their unique life.Yes, you can send them your loved one's ashes and they'll make it into a diamond. Ooh, and not to leave out the buried folks, they also accept human hair. So technically you can grow out your own hair, have a diamond made of you and wear it yourself. I guess if you put it that way, it's kind of hot.
Love. Life’s single greatest risk. Life’s single greatest reward. Love captures your heart in a second and holds it for eternity.
You have experienced a love without equal. You have had someone truly special in your life and mere words simply will not do.
As far as the dead bodies into gems, I think it's kind of sad (read the testimonials). When we lose loved ones, it is the memories, the stories that carry on their legacy long after they're dead; to turn loss into a "thing" - in my opinion - is to miss the point, to covet the uncovetable, and hopelessly grasp at the intangible through a false attempt at manifestation.
Now the LifeGem for pets -- no, that's.... I'm going to crawl up in a corner for a while.
Labels:
creativity,
in memoriam,
internets
Friday, March 14, 2008
Io Musik: Sofa King Hott

It's not every day you get to see a friend succeed. Today be that day:
Wooster-based band Io will release their debut CD effort "HiddenHoly shitsmokes! Click and click away. And click. And enjoy.
Traces" worldwide on March 18th, available via global download from
ITunes, eMusic.com, Napster.com, and Amazon.com.
Io is the solo-project of local musician/producer Paul Hugon. Paul
performed, engineered, mixed, and produced the entirety of "Hidden
Traces" over a two-year time frame. The album's indie-rock-meets-abstract-electronic nine songs transition seamlessly together throughout the 38 minute disc, taking the listener down a meandering path of musical exploration.
"The genesis of the project is loosely-based on an old mental hospital located in southern Ohio.", stated Hugon. "..some bizarre and strange happenings have been going on there since around 1874--it was always a place I found mysterious and intriguing. All the tracks on the disc have passages... [that are] in reference to The Ridges".
The Athens, Ohio-based mental hospital has been closed since 1993.
"Roughly the time I started recording in my first home studio..",
Hugon recalls.
Artwork is in harmony with Io's music--to the tune of packaging design by Jennifer Hayes Art (www.JenniferHayesArt.com). Ridges photos by Julie Mims and sleek design by Jennifer Hayes Art combine to creepily and effectively illustrate not only the former state mental hospital,but also the fresh and unique rhythms of Hugon's compositions.
Downloads will be available via the web sites listed above by April
18th, at the latest [links to follow]. To purchase a CD, send an email to iomusik@gmail.com-- or visit Io's myspace page at myspace.com/iomusik where you can also listen to tracks from the band.
Labels:
creativity,
music,
myspace,
personal bits,
pron
Saturday, September 08, 2007
Madeline L'Engle 1918 - 2007

Who taught you to ask the big questions? Who showed you that there was fantasy within your reality and to cherish it? For me, that was Madeline L'Engle.
Somewhere in second or third grade, as religion began it's slow collapse around my questioning mind, I found an unexpected joy and solace in the stories of Meg Murry, Charles Wallace, and the twins. True, it was escapism in fiction, but was more speculative fiction - a base in the real world - than it was science fiction or fantasy. Madeline L'Engle played with time, manipulated science, and wrote about multiple dimensions long before I ever heard about string theory (still don't have a firm grasp on that one). I began questioning my world, my universe, in a creative and imaginative way, and I'll never forget all the time I spent attempting to visualize a tesseract.
I owe a lot of my own imaginative process and the very seedling of my writing to Madeline L'Engle. She will be missed.
Labels:
creativity,
in memoriam,
religion,
writing
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