I’ve added a few new Colin Parks Collection covers on my site. Check out 10 through 14 (starting at Fargo).
We’ve all got to do our part; here’s one way I’ve managed to cut down on my own consumption of a most precious resource.
Update: Fixed a bit of nasty kerning.
Armin Vit, of UnderConsideration fame, posted a link to a great discussion regarding the London 2012 Olympic Games logo (which he very accurately describes as being two years late) on one of UC’s many sites, Quipsologies. Having rekindled my own thoughts about the logo I thought I’d share them here, even though no more really need be said on the subject. (Come on, who doesn’t like flogging a dead horse?) Continue reading
It’s always been an interesting thing to me, a physical reaction to a non-physical trigger — something we see or hear or feel that causes an emotional response which the body then responds to in seemingly inexplicable ways. Make myself clear, you ask? Well, okay. Continue reading
I totally dislocated something in my knee last night. Does that warrant a blog post? I suppose, but what this is really about is the reminder I received that we’re not invincible and how truly fragile the human body can be. Sure, it can be pretty flippin’ resilient at times, but as the incident of last night illustrates, it’s also very fragile. Continue reading
Jack White is a man on a mission. The White Stripes, The Raconteurs, his record label Third Man, and the newly released debut (I hope) album of The Dead Weather; there aren’t enough hours in a day for White. Normally one would assume that with so much effort and quality already produced and spent, there’s got to be some sort of plateau — a point where the wave breaks, even just a little. But on my first listening of the aforementioned debut album, titled Horehound, I was almost completely rocked. There’s only one — one — track that may take some warming up to, for my ears at least. Continue reading
If you think the Need for Speed games (or any game involving tearing through urban streets during regular traffic hours) are a rush, imagine this ride. Claude Lelouch driving his Mercedes through Paris, 1976. Crazy.
I’ve totally forgotten where I acquired the link — one of the too many blogs I subscribe to. Sorry whomever deserves credit.