I’ve been meaning to write to you about this for a long time. But my bloggy brain has been a little backlogged the past few months, what with the turning upside down of my life and all. Now that we’re on our way to righting ourselves, I can’t wait any longer on this. MOSE is a new online comic that (full disclosure here) my brilliantly creative renaissance man of a cousin has created. And I’m telling you today, Go Read It. But please understand that my telling you to go read it has nothing to do with nepotism. (Well, maybe…
Have any of you been following Kyle MacDonald and his one red paperclip adventure? If not, here’s the quick rundown: July 12, 2005 he posted a picture of one red paperclip on his website and offered to trade it for anything. His goal was to keep trading upwardly until he got a house. One year, 14 trades and many tv and radio appearances later, he has done it. Check it out, y’all. The power of the internets + original idea. Meanwhile, we’re moving into our new house (the day after Kyle moves into his) on July 13. We didn’t have…
You know how sometimes someone sends you a link to something on the internets and you look at it and think, “Man. If I wasn’t spending all my time reading blogs, I could have thought of that!” That happens to me a lot. Like cohesive bubble wrap (it sticks to itself — like Saran Wrap with bubbles!). Holy crap, that’s a good idea. Anyhoo, the link I’m about to give you does not qualify as something I could have thought of. Here you will find a three-dimensional “summary” of the plot of the movie Fight Club. Rendered in Legos. Time…
Drumroll please… (Have I requested too many drumrolls lately? I feel like I’ve requested too many drumrolls lately. You would tell me, right?) Anyway. Drumroll, yadda yadda. I am pleased to announce: 206 Hammond Street, our beloved humble abode, is officially for sale. Anyone want to buy a really freakin great house? It’s a 1923 bungalow we renovated ourselves (with a lot of help from Steve), 3 bedrooms, 2 baths, 1 office with its own separate entrance (or 4th bedroom. Do you need 4 bedrooms? We can accommodate! Got a teenager you don’t want crawling out a 2nd floor window…
Mr. Nice Guy posted today. Typically, this is an event to be cherished as he’s gone back to work and isn’t posting as often as we would all like. Anyway, he’s cursed me with today’s post, and so I am passing that curse on to you. Originally from Coudal Partners, an excellent and mad creative design firm from Chicago, the idea is to mash up the name of a book with the name of a band. Here’s what I’ve come up with so far: Modest Mouse Tales Modest Mouse Soup Their Black Eyed Peas Were Watching God This Beastie Boy’s…
Because with only two clicks on a rainy Sunday afternoon, you can find this.
Okay people. With this I’m admitting to you that I read People online (actually, I read the headlines from my personalized Google homepage, but I realize that doesn’t take much of the sting away since I chose to display the People module), but I hope you won’t begrudge me this odd one. Apparently Rolling Stones über-id kid Keith Richards was vacationing in Fiji but had to be flown to Auckland, New Zealand because he suffered a mild concussion. The cause? “Various news reports have said that Richards fell from a coconut tree, a Jet Ski or a combination of the…
So, I know each and every one of you clicks on the Breast Cancer Site each and every day, right? Right? I mean, you just go to the site, click on the pink bar on the homepage, and then go about your day. Meanwhile, every time you click, here’s what happens: Your click flies out the back of your computer, travels along your cable or phone lines across town and out onto the information superhighway. Ultimately, your click lands in the huge pile of clicks they gather each month. At the end of the month they deliver all the clicks…
Happy Birthday to me and Queen Elizabeth today. She’s 80 and I’m, um, not. We intend to celebrate by going for a walk — a 40-minute stroll, wherein we will dress in a vibrant pink coat with large round buttons and a wide asymmetric collar, working the crowds as they erupt into renditions of Happy Birthday. Or, I might take Zoe and Lucy to school, paint some kitchen cabinets, go grocery shopping, pick Zoe and Lucy up from school and call it a morning. With such options it’s hard to choose, really. Either way, I’m excited to have a reason…