Remaindered Links

The greatest hits from my longline trolling of the net today:

William Gibson is right, if I could select ads like this Thai TV spot, I would watch ads. Monzel, Cummings, Wiener and I were chatting over sandwiches today, and we got onto the topic of razors. A vibrating razor--Who buys this shit??! On the topic of who buys this shit, the new hiptop from Danger Research is making the rounds; it looks and sounds quite awesome. And speaking of quite awesome, here's yet another series of fake photos of Apple's possible aluminum Cinema Display.

Shave and a Haircut

20 dollars later, Monzel and I have taken one step closer to Han Solo nirvana. Though you never see it in the films, Solo is no doubt a man who enjoyed a straight-razor shave.

In the basement of Citibank on University ave is Debon'airs, the domain of Marco and Randy. After cleaning up my neckline, Randy warmed up my face with a hot towel and then went to work.

Pulling the skin and slicing down the edge of my face and neck, he would clean the razor against his palm and restart. My skin voiced discomfort at first, but ultimately I enjoyed the lively feeling of such a sharp blade.

Now we sit at the RnC, watching proper football and waiting to sink our newly shaven jaws into good pub burgers...hump day hu-ZAH!

The Title of My First Book

"117 Pages of Photos of Drunk Girls"

I share this with you all in order to lay claim to such a hilarious title.

Laugh Out Loud!

Dig on The Onion's Commuting Tips.

Fun Links

Here's some of what has sapped my attention away from meaningful events today.

Nikon D70 Review I'm not sure 3000x2000 pixels is enough.

RFID chips for Spanish clubbers Awesome, bring on the hooch via arm-scanner!

upcoming Jungle Cruise Movie Pray it's more Pirates and less Haunted Mansion

Photoshopping: Hybrid Fruit This pseudo psustenance makes me hungry.

Cringley on Apple strategy: No more Macs? It's official, he's off the reservation.

Take the Silicon Challenge I'll post my personal best later ;)

Beer Butt Chicken Cooker

This grill accessory must be the coolest way to spend 15 bucks I've ever seen!

Brown v. Board of Education

Today I listened to Melba Pattillo Beals speak at Foothill. Ms. Beals was one of the nine black students who integrated Central High in Little Rock, Arkansas in 1957. She has since become a Congressional Medal Winner and an accomplished author and journalist.

Her story is amazingly vivid and it rolls across the audience like a wave. She speaks as if it had happened yesterday.

The first attempt to integrate school ended with a 15 year old Melba and her mother escaping a lynch mob by car. The second day ended with a police escort as opposed to sacrificing one of the nine to the mob in order to extricate the remaining eight. Finally, with the help of the Screaming Eagles, Melba got through her first year of high school.

It is utterly frightening to realize that we still live within one generation of such a painful turning point in American history.

Very Cool Books

The new Seattle Public Library is nearing completion. This article explains that it has been designed by Rem Koolhas, (guest editor of the Jun03 issue of Wired Magazine) and looks to be a library of the future. The Seattle Times has also published a photo library for our consumption.

Black Cherry Jesus

So for the past week, Joe has been without his new favorite beverage, Henry Weinhard's Black Cherry Cream soda. I have tried it. It is excellent. It absolutely must be enjoyed.

I find myself now in search of this refreshment, leaping in and out of the shotgun seat of his green Bonneville, barreling through Silicon Valley with a reckless fury I've never felt before.

We have been through the the soda aisles of six different markets in the last 45 minutes. At each stop we have rushed in with a sexual explosivo, and at each stop we have returned, heads hung low, spirits bitch-slapped. We have decided that war must be brought to the doorstep of California's soda distributers, as clearly only violence will teach these fools what products are most important to mine and Joe's sanity.

"Dude what the hell is going on?! So far we know of only one that has existed today-doesn't that strike you as odd?" Yes Joe, yes indeed it does.

Good film, bad Boys

Rini and I got out of Troy an hour ago, and a couple things have sunk in.

First, the film was quite good. Better than the previous epic war films of the year in so far as here you have two equally honorable warriors leading their forces into battle.

Second, I have found a more pointed disapointed in 'The Greek Life.' The function of fraternities seems to have been distilled to drinking, taking advantage of young women, and ruthlessly leveraging the alumni roster.

It makes me want to start a fraternity--no not with Vince Vaughan at the helm, but rather something that lives up to the honor and dignity of superheros like Achilles and Hector. What if fraternities were more like athletic teams; pitching great battles for respect and glory, like Il Palio.

No doubt such an organization, composed of young men, would have its share of drinking and partying. However, the pursuits of these men would be more noble and beautiful, in order to avoid the unsavory moniker that hangs like a long shadow over so many college campuses.

Visiting Eli last weekend, she pointed out the, "rapist frat," as we were walking back from dinner. I suppose knowing people you care about live in places with that word on their mental maps can crystallize your viewpoint.

Hot Asian Geek

So the girl with the totally un-oriental name (like how I insult her heritage right off the bat?) Miyuki Jane Pinkard is a Japanese Bjork lookalike who researches videogames and likes motorcycles. She also happens to be a guest-blogger at Gizmodo at present.

The Bourne Supremacy

Amazing, this Bourne Identity sequel brings back all of the critical cast members. I have high hopes for the month of July--Dig on the trailer.

Mmmhmm Pulp

Mac users rejoice...again. Pulp Fiction is a most-righteous rss/atom newsreader that features a Mail.app interface. So great to see developers who know how to utilize good software design guidelines. Support these cats.

The Love Bench

Apparently the bed/shower/table/floor/sofa/... cannot support the carnal appetites of the Equadorians.

Provided you read the instructional wall poster, I'm sure this in-room sex bench will be sure to keep you from experiencing any culture the surrounding area offers.

The Psychos at NPR

Bill O'Reilly was on Fresh Air recently, and...well, I can't even put it into words. He's just totally absurd and I want everyone to hear this. Listen and spread.

09Nov04: The Countdown Begins

M$ has placed a date on all our calendars with the official release date of Halo 2.

Some chosen few from IGN have gone head2head against Bungie in a multiplayer orgy. Dig on this account of sixty minutes of greatness.

The Evolution of a Wardrobe

As I said to my coworker last night as we stood briefly next to the iPods, "Brian, it's time to retire this hat."

This BMW.Williams team cap has served me well for a couple years now. It's deep blue color is lo-key, and the Reuters siderunners are a great conversation starter.

However, a couple of things are pointing towards the big hat rack in the sky. First, Ralf Schumacher has been wholly underwhelming as a driver, and I don't know that I respect him enough to wear his signature on my brim any longer. Second, my love of Formula One has been invaded by MotoGP and World SuperBike, so it may be time to give the two-wheelers a shot at my crown.

The other hat in active rotation has been the John Deere, or as Anna so lovingly dubbed it, "The Rapist Hat." While I definitely enjoy that moniker, I wonder if it's time to look for another, more elaborate redneck symbol. Perhaps something made of the skin of an animal?

In closing, does anyone else enjoy the word wardrobe as much as I do? It's got the word 'war' built right into it, and it's that sort of tacit violent imagery that gets me out of bed in the morning.

It Began in Hermosa

I was on the beach with Eli, and at that moment nowheredan sent me an invitation to obtain my very own GMail account. After determining the only truly righteous email address could involve my AIM screenname, I set about reading my daily blogs.

It was while reading Kottke.org that I noticed the relaunching of Blogger. The double-google-whammy hit me like a steaming pile of bulljive; clearly my new GMail address needed a fresh weblog to garnish.

So here we are, the innagural post, tapped out on my uber-phone no less. If it all works properly, there will most-likely be four more entries before my attention is sapped away by something shiny...or Eli's butt.