1. Damn it, Susan Kare. I already have to talk myself weekly out of dropping hundreds of dollars on framed prints of your icons (not whining about price; I’m just the 99% and have record- and book-buying habits already); now you go and put out a coffee table book?
(If you’re not familiar with the name, she’s one of the OGs of user interface design and is responsible for a good third, possibly half of the icons you grew up with.)

    Damn it, Susan Kare. I already have to talk myself weekly out of dropping hundreds of dollars on framed prints of your icons (not whining about price; I’m just the 99% and have record- and book-buying habits already); now you go and put out a coffee table book?

    (If you’re not familiar with the name, she’s one of the OGs of user interface design and is responsible for a good third, possibly half of the icons you grew up with.)

     
  2. Things Everyone Already Knows But I Only Just Found Out, Part 87:

    cureforbedbugs:

    jonathanbogart:

    So Aaliyah was pretty amazing, yeah?

    Fuck, no one is talking about where they were when they heard Aaliyah died. I was visiting Cornell’s campus with a friend the week before school started. (I wound up going to Ithaca College, but never actually toured the campus while I was there.) There was some kind of “experimental ice cream” shop there, and I believe we were having a butter and cake mixological nightmare (come to think of it, I’m not sure if we ate this, or if it was merely described to us). Someone behind the counter said, “Did you guys hear that Aaliyah just died in a plane crash?” I remember wondering about how big the plane was, who else was on it. I seem to remember being concerned that Timbaland might have been on the plane, too. But what I actually said was, “Huh. Wow. That really sucks.”

    I didn’t actually listen to much Aaliyah music until much later, though I came to realize in hindsight that I’d known a lot of it pretty well. At the time I was thinking mostly of “Are You That Somebody,” though I don’t think I would have been able to tell you that’s what it was called. I just referred to it as “the one with the baby.” As opposed to “the one with the frog thing” (Ginuwine’s “Pony”).

    I was so naive. Little did I know what horrors the next ten years of Timbaland productions, cynically misdirected at artists not even related to Aaliyah, would bring.*

    As a post-script, I was also eating ice cream when I learned that Amy Winehouse died. Similarly overstuffed, but much better quality (Franklin Fountain in Philly). A poor elementary schooler and her mother, who were participating in a conference with me, had to sit there as I ranted about celebrity culture, chocolate and peanut butter ice cream dripping down my tightly-clenched fists.

    *Am I the only person in the universe that actually likes the Chris Cornell/Timbaland album?

    The baby is a quite popular stock sound. The first time I heard “Are You That Somebody,” I recognized it immediately from one of those “___ Games for Windows!” compilations. (24 games, in this case.)

     
  3. I can’t listen to the Lenny Kravitz track without thinking of this. Of course, haven’t gotten to Fucking Drake yet.

     
  4. 10:06 16th May 2011

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    Tags: nerderythat is hopeless

    Reblog if you know what these are..

    prawnmael:

    Old-fashioned shower. You pick up the black showerhead, then type in the number of the type of shower you want.

    A monster trap. See it’s green eyes peeking out? I remember my parents shoving monsters in our monster trap back in the day, before they became extinct.

    Prototype donut.

    IDKWTF this is, some kind of tampon?

    Well obviously, the food comes out of that silver pipe and onto that black plate.

    This is a kind of dumbell. You type in how heavy you want it to be and the weight goes through the wire into it.

    One of the many mass produced statues of popular singer Humphrey Rectangle.

    You put a shirt in the top bit, and it automatically sews those buttons on.

    A dream recorder. You put that eyemask on, and pop a ‘cartridge’ (or at a pinch a piece of bread) in the top of thet box to record it on.

    Fact: Kids today and kids in 10 years may not know what these things are and how to use them.

    How very moving.

    I was livid when the multiple containers of 5 1/4 disks we had at the old house got “lost” during moving. Still am.

    (Source: hunky-bat)

     
  5. two confessions

    1. I have memorized a fairly substantial amount of pi.

    2. It’s because of the Kate Bush song.

    (yes, I know the lyrics supposedly have multiple errors; I haven’t gotten that far)