I think possibly so. Props to these guys.
Friday, December 23, 2011
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Happy Winter Solstice!
As of 11:30pm last night, it is officially the start of winter (May it be a short one...).
In Chicago, we'll only see 9 hours, 7 minutes and 43 seconds of daylight today.
So... Happy First Day of Winter! Perhaps you'll celebrate Korochun, Wren Day, Santa Lucia, Soyal, or Yuletime! Or maybe you'll just play around with this fun interactive animation. Enjoy.
In Chicago, we'll only see 9 hours, 7 minutes and 43 seconds of daylight today.
So... Happy First Day of Winter! Perhaps you'll celebrate Korochun, Wren Day, Santa Lucia, Soyal, or Yuletime! Or maybe you'll just play around with this fun interactive animation. Enjoy.
Monday, December 19, 2011
Best of the Net!
Hey All,
It's back! Best of the Net! My own opinions on stuff that is cool on the internet!
Here we go:
GOOGLE STREETVIEW: A pretty interesting article about how something as simple as a Google Streetview snapshot can actually show so much more.
HEALTH SUPPLEMENTS: Fact or crap? Check out this cool interactive infographic to find out what the science says!
DOLPHIN JETPACKS:
CREEPY VINTAGE ADS: no explanation needed.
DRINKS ON FIRE: I have a friend who I worked with a few summers in a row who would go into a bar and the first question he'd ask would be "What drinks do you have that we can light on fire?"
That's it for now! Real post soon.
MOLSON out.
It's back! Best of the Net! My own opinions on stuff that is cool on the internet!
Here we go:
GOOGLE STREETVIEW: A pretty interesting article about how something as simple as a Google Streetview snapshot can actually show so much more.
HEALTH SUPPLEMENTS: Fact or crap? Check out this cool interactive infographic to find out what the science says!
DOLPHIN JETPACKS:
CREEPY VINTAGE ADS: no explanation needed.
DRINKS ON FIRE: I have a friend who I worked with a few summers in a row who would go into a bar and the first question he'd ask would be "What drinks do you have that we can light on fire?"
That's it for now! Real post soon.
MOLSON out.
Saturday, December 17, 2011
A study of culture through youtube: 80's New Wave vs. Indie today
So everyone knows I love music. I also enjoy a good music video. Since the advent of MTV, some good videos have been able to make a song, or even a band, reach new heights of popularity. Others have at least provided exposure for bands while generally confusing their audience.
Back in the 80's music videos were relatively new, and simply standing in front of a camera playing a song could suffice for a video. Today with every band under the sun posting their videos on youtube, most try to do something different to stand out.
After watching a few videos from the early 80's, I thought it would be fun to do a video comparison. I thought comparing New Wave to Indie made sense because they are both sort of against the mainstream, and their videos both have a tendency to be a little ridiculous and make no sense. For this comparison, the videos both come from English bands and neither makes a real attempt at telling a story, opting instead for the classic band-playing-music-in-a-room style.
First up: New Wave band with androgynous lead singer dance in a room at a well-disclosed location until a boy turns orange.
Observations: Man they look awkward, but at least they're enthusiastic about it.
Next: Diverse Indie band plays in aesthetically pleasing arrangements while seagulls learn the peril of bumper-cars.
Observations: White people have stopped attempting to dance in music videos. This is probably mostly a good thing, but it makes me a little sad.
The Human League video takes place at a location on a map / in a map (I'm not quite sure), while the Metronomy video takes place in an anonymous white room. Is this a reaction to the lack of privacy we feel today? Or is it just indicative of the fact that it was shot in a professional studio rather in a band member's basement?
P.S.: I'm thinking of turning this into a recurring feature, what d'ya think?
Back in the 80's music videos were relatively new, and simply standing in front of a camera playing a song could suffice for a video. Today with every band under the sun posting their videos on youtube, most try to do something different to stand out.
After watching a few videos from the early 80's, I thought it would be fun to do a video comparison. I thought comparing New Wave to Indie made sense because they are both sort of against the mainstream, and their videos both have a tendency to be a little ridiculous and make no sense. For this comparison, the videos both come from English bands and neither makes a real attempt at telling a story, opting instead for the classic band-playing-music-in-a-room style.
First up: New Wave band with androgynous lead singer dance in a room at a well-disclosed location until a boy turns orange.
Observations: Man they look awkward, but at least they're enthusiastic about it.
Next: Diverse Indie band plays in aesthetically pleasing arrangements while seagulls learn the peril of bumper-cars.
Observations: White people have stopped attempting to dance in music videos. This is probably mostly a good thing, but it makes me a little sad.
The Human League video takes place at a location on a map / in a map (I'm not quite sure), while the Metronomy video takes place in an anonymous white room. Is this a reaction to the lack of privacy we feel today? Or is it just indicative of the fact that it was shot in a professional studio rather in a band member's basement?
P.S.: I'm thinking of turning this into a recurring feature, what d'ya think?
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Yes... Even More Wingsuits...
So I was perusing the interwebs and found this video on a blog I follow. It's probably the least exciting Wingsuit video I've seen, BUT it shows the other side of the story: the story of the actual wingsuit-dude. It doesn't have music; it records his personal ritual before "takeoff" and it shows a landing. Kinda cool.
SENSE OF FLYING from Goovinn on Vimeo.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
SPAM!!!!!!
Gentle Bloggers,
It has finally happened. Our dear blog has been, for a lack of a better word, infiltrated by the "enlarge your penis spam" we have all come to know in our emails:
It has finally happened. Our dear blog has been, for a lack of a better word, infiltrated by the "enlarge your penis spam" we have all come to know in our emails:
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cool blog.
men last longer
how do i last longer
Who is rickybollinger might as well be called....I sell penis pills by putting up comments on other people's blogs. His comment had nothing to do with senior Ted's insightful post, yet his message is a question we as men all yearn to answer.
Do we stand for this?
Do we embrace the new-found marketing potential of our blog? (monetize)
Do we write the company a "wash cup" type letter?
Do we buy the pills and grow super large penis's and achieve incredible sexual stamina?
These questions, much like the pills Mr. Bollinger wants us to buy, certainly should "perk" your interest.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
The cost of everything
This is cool.
Haven't looked too closely at all of it but I think the most interesting to me was the comparison of Coca-Cola's annual marketing budget and the cost to buy (note: not the cost to make) everyone in the world a coke. I don't really know what it means but it's interesting.
I also enjoyed the estimated net worth of J.K. Rowling had she been a rapper.
Haven't looked too closely at all of it but I think the most interesting to me was the comparison of Coca-Cola's annual marketing budget and the cost to buy (note: not the cost to make) everyone in the world a coke. I don't really know what it means but it's interesting.
I also enjoyed the estimated net worth of J.K. Rowling had she been a rapper.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
MORE WINGSUIT FUN!
BECAUSE WINGSUITS AND STUFF LIKE THIS WILL NEVER BE UNCOOL TO WATCH.
I Believe I can Fly ( flight of the frenchies). Trailer from sebastien montaz-rosset on Vimeo.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
HoP Year 6.
This afternoon, around 3:45pm EST, I'm going to jump in the Georgetown pool and warm up for my 6th Hour of Power, my fourth at Georgetown.
I met Ted on 24 October 2002, I prospied on a Thursday and stayed with Ted that night. I was a prospie who was nearly sold on Carleton and Ted was an extremely excited and accommodating host. Ted alone was enough to make me come to Carleton. Ted went above and beyond the call of duty that day. Now, knowing him, is not a surprise at all. He lived in a corner triple in Burton and took me all around to meet swimmers. Flo and Kellen in Musser, sitting silently, are the only ones I remember. He showed me Caucus (ask an older than you alum if you don't know what it is), he glowed about life at Carleton, he was just generally a happy dude.
That afternoon was gender practice. The assistant coach, Tom, walked me around West Gym a little while the men were doing, no kidding, continuous relays. Except there were only three guys per lane. It looked pretty painful. Then they ran out to track and did more intense running than we ever did while I was at Carleton.
Losing Ted, like losing Joe, was (and is) one of the saddest things to happen to me in my life and a unqualified loss for humanity as a whole. They were among the sweetest, smartest men I've ever known. Ted battled a horrible scourge, and no amount of swimming will bring him back. But some amount of swimming, hopefully we've already passed this threshold, will prevent another extended family from losing one of theirs. I know how much Ted fought each and every time he swam, today, I hope you'll join me in a cathartic hour of pain, err, power to honor and remember my friend.
So, at minute 35, when your body is screaming to stop but your brain can't see the light at the end of the tunnel, tell it to EMSYDMF and go extra hard. Pain is temporary. And I'll buy a (pony) keg for anyone who swims so hard they throw up today.
BE MIGHTY!
I met Ted on 24 October 2002, I prospied on a Thursday and stayed with Ted that night. I was a prospie who was nearly sold on Carleton and Ted was an extremely excited and accommodating host. Ted alone was enough to make me come to Carleton. Ted went above and beyond the call of duty that day. Now, knowing him, is not a surprise at all. He lived in a corner triple in Burton and took me all around to meet swimmers. Flo and Kellen in Musser, sitting silently, are the only ones I remember. He showed me Caucus (ask an older than you alum if you don't know what it is), he glowed about life at Carleton, he was just generally a happy dude.
That afternoon was gender practice. The assistant coach, Tom, walked me around West Gym a little while the men were doing, no kidding, continuous relays. Except there were only three guys per lane. It looked pretty painful. Then they ran out to track and did more intense running than we ever did while I was at Carleton.
Losing Ted, like losing Joe, was (and is) one of the saddest things to happen to me in my life and a unqualified loss for humanity as a whole. They were among the sweetest, smartest men I've ever known. Ted battled a horrible scourge, and no amount of swimming will bring him back. But some amount of swimming, hopefully we've already passed this threshold, will prevent another extended family from losing one of theirs. I know how much Ted fought each and every time he swam, today, I hope you'll join me in a cathartic hour of pain, err, power to honor and remember my friend.
So, at minute 35, when your body is screaming to stop but your brain can't see the light at the end of the tunnel, tell it to EMSYDMF and go extra hard. Pain is temporary. And I'll buy a (pony) keg for anyone who swims so hard they throw up today.
BE MIGHTY!
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