Artist Liu Bolin paints himself so he blends into the surroundings. It’s the ultimate in camouflage.
My favorite is the second to last one. It took me about 45 seconds to find him in the last one.
Gizmodo tells the story of a guy who brings his iPhone to Apple to be looked at because he’s getting a lot of dropped calls. Apple runs some diagnostics, finds that he’s dropping 22% of his calls, and tells him he’s actually getting better performance than most.
How utterly shitty is the iPhone on AT&T in the New York area? The average iPhone drops 30 percent of all calls. And that’s considered acceptable by Apple.
This is why I dumped AT&T. If my call went through (about 50% of the time), it would get dropped about 50% of the time if the call was longer than two minutes. I still find it amazing that AT&T can’t provide good coverage in the middle of NYC, while Verizon is excellent and T-Mobile is mostly good.
I’d bet you’d have better luck with signal at the top of a mountain than in the middle of NYC.
David Friedman put together a quiz using well-known logos to see if you can spot the difference between Arial and Helvetica. I got 19, out of 20, right on my first attempt, and I didn’t use any of his suggested resources prior to taking the quiz. Since I don’t have a design background, and have a passing interest in the whole “Arial vs. Helvetica” debate, I’m actually a little proud of my results.
Gothamist has a story about a fish that’s been in a pet store for over 40 years. John Kuhner writes:
The New York Aquarium did not get back to us when we asked whether or not the fish could possibly be that old, but residents of Richmond Hill swear the fish has been there the whole time, in the same 75-gallon tank. When I walked around the block to go to the (excellent) Alfie’s Pizzeria, Louie, Alfie’s son, said, “That fish! That fuckin’ fish! Is that fuckin’ fish unbelievable or what? When we’re all dead and gone that fish will still be there.”
Rotten Tomatoes lists the 100 worst movies of the decade.
Most films, even profoundly mediocre ones, can expect to receive at least cursory support from the pundits. However, once in a while, a film will take such a critical drubbing that further attention is warranted.
“Gigli” comes in at 73; “Glitter” barely breaks into the list at 99. “Aeon Flux” not on the list? Hmmm…not sure I trust it.
When the U.S. Presidents visit NYC, they stay in the Presidential Suite at the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel. So what happens when an average woman gets upgraded to the Presidential Suite? She blogs about it and videotapes it with her laptop. The toilet is surprisingly plain, and the bed looks a little small for me, however, on the other hand, the living room looks to be bigger than my entire apartment. How come I’ve never been upgraded like that?
In my best Cliff Clavin voice: “You know Normie, it’s a little known fact that the current Waldorf-Astoria Hotel is actually the second incarnation of the famed hotel. The first was actually on the corner of 34th and 5th and was torn down to make room for the Empire State Building. The Waldorf Salad was also created there.”
My experience destroying iPods and phones is just short of legendary (example 1, example 2, example 3, example 4, and example 5). Just when I thought I had kicked the habit of dropping them into toilets, off balconies, and in front of buses, I managed to one-up myself.
In May, New York Magazine listed some of the items in the waters around New York, and I’ll be letting them know that they can add a red iPod nano (Gen. 2) to the list.
I was out for a run on the East River Esplanade, and as I often do, I was holding my iPod in my hand. For some reason, I believe to scratch an itch, I tried to transfer the iPod between hands, and was less than successful. It fell, broke free from the headphones, and bounced over the edge. By the time I had stopped my forward momentum (no easy task) and made it to the edge, it was no where to be seen. It had disappeared into the murky depths of the East River, never to be seen again.
I’m generally interested in the type of work that packaging engineers do. I enjoy unboxing a product and taking in how they were able to take a product and all it’s parts, fit it into a box that must be fit precisely into larger boxes, which must fit precisely into shipping containers, and all the while successfully navigate all the hazards that can occur during shipping.
Last night, it was with this wonder that I opened up a new George Foreman Grill that was purchased to replace my old one, which I had broken. Upon opening the box, I saw something that left me curious; and as the hours have ticked away since then, and I have pondered the reasons behind it, it has left me perplexed, confounded, and flummoxed.
A cafeteria is tired of all the rude comments made about “Spotted Dick”, so they’re renaming the pudding. It will now be known as “Spotted Richard”.