The guy who has no idea how brooms work:
This guy that is pretty sure he was just kicked:
This guy who has no control over his arm movements:
(Source: BuzzFeed, via garychou)
I’m Arab, He’s Jewish. Our Selfie Went Viral. — NYMag
I love this. It’s hard to find humanity amidst the big news of missiles and war. But ultimately that’s what all of these big geopolitical bullshit is all about: giving us, people, the space to live and love and make a better life.
I am a recent convert to the NY Times excellent multimedia offerings as a way to enhance news. It’s a great example of how journalistic expertise, editorial command and innovation can coexist and create a product whose sum of its parts is greater than the bite-size, listicle, lowest common denominator content that invades our screens.
I’ve been viewing many more videos from the NY Times recently - and the logo animation before each piece is wonderful. The logo is a perfect synthesis of brand history and modern currency - simplicity after many many complex drafts. I love it. I am glad that for all the problems journalism is facing, that there is room for quality like the NY Times. Kudos to all the unsung people who make it happen.
Great work with the logo tweak from Work Order.
One day, I will have a roadster, crazy wind hair/face be dammed.
I went to meet a friend today and he’s all like “What’s up Banana Republic”, so I looked it up and there I am - Asian startup guy. Seriously, it’s what I decided to wear today. FML, I’ve been categorized. (And none of my stuff comes from BR, altho back in college, I used to covet their stuff and err, dated a girl that worked there).
Work update: Pop recently passed my ‘meal with friends’ design test: my somewhat jaded friends caught a glimpse and asked, “Woa, what is that?”. It made me really happy! You can sign up for our beta now:
He used to drink with us every day. He always had One Hundred Years under his arm. Alejandro and Álvaro used to say, “Here comes that moocher to talk about literature.” He was always with us at Japi, but he drank very little. He used to hear our stories and then write them down later. I haven’t read One Hundred Years since it was published, but I’ve read it a million times—because every day he used to read the chapter he’d written the night before. If he’d slept with the two-bit whore, he’d write a chapter about it. — Solitude & Company: An Oral Biography of Gabriel García Márquez
Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door. — Emma Lazarus | I guess poets don’t make good politicians.
Summer’s no fun without a couple of hammocks.
you get back what you put forth. and if you don’t, move the fuck on. — mttn (via paralysisofanalysis)