Priceless, part two: Elvis Presley was once a Shabbos Goy, too. (add to your handy list of "things Obama and Elvis have in common")
John Cusack is guestblogging on Boing Boing. Who'd ever have guessed we'd have that in common?
Priceless: President Obama once worked as a Shabbos goy.
"The Snapper NXT identity [underwent] an evolution of the old typography, and it's a definite improvement. But the same can't be said for the 'NXT' part as it looks exactly like what you would imagine anything called 'NXT' would look like: it's pointy, it's trendy, it looks like it could be on any kind of next-generation product. And the gradients don't help any more than they do the new turtle."
"And I feel myself transported, just as you are doubtless being transported right now, to that one college lit class where pretty girls with long black hair talked wispily about Keats' 'Endymion' while a solitary fly buzzed against the window pane."
"Indistinguishable from magic. Incredible."—John Gruber
"Holy shit."—David Wertheimer
Nifty tool (via simplebits)
This is kind of insane
Nice integration, and at first glance, gives a more accurate route for my bike commute than ridethecity.com
After more than a month of neglect–and really, what’s a month or two after three years–I took advantage of Oscar night to work on my home page while the Mrs. watched the Oscars. So my home page is finally new. Whew.
In a fit of abject creativity, my new home page is, well, basically a bunch of links. But that’s sort of the point. In an age where one’s social profile extends to myriad web sites with poorly interlinked commonalities, I like the idea of having a pivot. So no more netwert.com branding, as I did for more than a decade; instead, a little more me branding, or at least, me-gregation, or whatever the word would be. In due time I’ll get the utility of the interior pages of the site to more or less match, and as I play with the site design, I’ll give the new home page some much-needed design flair, too.
I also went about perusing my website archives, and I must say, long before it became a paragon of boredom I had some pretty sweet home page ideas. All hail flatbed scanners and randomizer scripts!
Ars Technica takes a pragmatic but tough stance on ad blockers, turning off the website's content entirely for users who refuse to look at arstechnica.com ads. The freedom-fighers in the comments (and, I imagine, pro-ad-blocker folks like David Pogue) are mad, but Ars makes a good point from which they refuse to back down. "[If you won't whitelist our ads] please go get your news from a higher quality source. As it stands you're a net loss to us." Great read.
Eric Gales never made it big, but man, is he a talent. Check out this footage from when he was 18 (I still have this CD). The latest Eric Gales news is less exciting: http://bit.ly/dkj6ol
I was a T-Bone Wolk fan in his day. I liked Hall & Oates, and I loved him and GE Smith, who were really the best reason to watch SNL in the late 1980s. (via Titivil)
I can't tell if Penelope is a genius or a kook, but I am certain that she cracks me up. "The most popular name for upscale strippers to use is Lexus. Do you know what this tells you? Pseudonyms are for strippers."
Terrific analysis of pitcher-hitter mindgames by Joe Posnanski.
So, when you see a guy who gets a lot of curveballs — say Aaron Rowand
— that is not because he can’t hit a good curveball. It’s because
pitchers believe he can’t hit a mediocre curveball. It’s a great game.
The pitcher knows Rowand isn’t very good on breaking stuff. Rowand
knows the pitcher knows this and comes to the plate expecting to see
breaking stuff. The pitcher knows that Rowand knows that the pitcher
knows, so he is on alert that if he throws a hanging curveball, Rowand
might just crush it. But Rowand knows this, so he might be overanxious
if he sees the hanging curveball and hit it nine miles foul. Or he
might be thinking curveball so much that he promises himself to not
wing, and the pitcher might cross him up and throw fastball — even
Aaron Rowand got more than 50% fastballs last year — and Rowand is so
screwed up in his head that he just watches it go by for strike three
and … yeah, it’s a great game.
Yeah, it is.