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International Moustache Day, 1st Friday in August. @JibJab is all over this, right?
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Lego Street Shootout (via Keshen8)
Superb stop motion action clip. I want a first person shooter lego style now.
Old Spice, you get the internet.
Viral Ad(s) of the Day: The Old Spice marketing team, unable to stop being the best, have begun posting personalized YouTube responses from spokesbadass Isaiah Mustafa to online comments concerning their latest body wash ad.
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bad infographic shark = jumped.
Here’s an insidious new book from Jonathan Barnbrook. It seems that his studio has jumped on the infographics bandwagon and produced a book filled with awful graphics like the one above.
I find this piece extremely dangerous, as it shows the strength of this language to influence and the power of ill-formed graphics to deceive. The book establishes its authority with the title “The Little Book of Shocking Global FACTS”, so while sources are not provided, these are facts so we shouldn’t worry.
The bigger problem is that basic tenants of information design aren’t followed. No numbers are provided for this map, but a little analysis using the key shows that these circles were drawn using diameter or radius as an input rather than area. And because the data is not included, it can’t be redrawn to illustrate the distortion created by this mistake.
Finally, the whole thing is printed, which gives it additional credibility*, and then makes it impossible for it to be fixed.
Scary stuff.
*Unlike JPEGS, printing costs money, so you tend to fact-check and proofread printed materials before releasing them.
Infographics of the Day: The Little Book of Shocking Global Facts | Co.
“GREENWICH, Conn., July 8, 1990 — Michael Jordan announced on national television he’s leaving Chicago to join the Detroit Pistons. Jordan said it was tough to bolt Chicago, where he was the most popular athlete in many years, because he thinks he has a better chance to win a championship if he plays with Pistons star Isiah Thomas. Jordan said by playing together, he and Thomas “won’t have the pressure of going out and scoring 30 every night.”
That would have sounded absurd, right? Well, it is no more absurd than what LeBron James is doing. Jordan was 27 years old in 1990, slightly older than James is now. He had never been to the NBA Finals. He had been beaten up by the Celtics and Pistons for years. He doubted his supporting cast was good enough. But he never doubted himself. And it became very clear Thursday night that LeBron James does doubt himself.”
“City: Cleveland, Ohio Wade: 3 years at Marquette The most educated guy convinced his dumber friends to come play on his team for less money.”
Name: Jeff
I’ve figured out the moral of the story: Stay in school.
Bosh: 1 year at Georgia Tech
The kid from Akron: no college
“Sorry some people like to have fun. Sorry I’m standing in the way of your minimalist Bauhaus-esque fascist snoozefest. Maybe sometime you should take off your black turtleneck, stop compulsively adjusting your Tumblr theme, and lighten the fuck up for once.”
“Prosecutors in Los Angeles have not won a murder conviction in a police shooting case since 1983.”
I know I shouldn’t be surprised about this, given my instinctual fear of police as a byproduct of where I grew up, but this is still shocking to me. 1983. Wow.
The Arrested Development movie has way more action than the TV series.
It’s just a blink […] but it’s one of the thousand things you remember, go back to, incorporate into your own vocabulary of feelings. Amazing. Freedom and death, right there, right there, razor’s edge, forever.
(William Gibson, “The Winter Market”)
Oscar Cardozo had a chance to make football history for Paraguay today, 14 minutes into the second half. Eleven meters and Iker Casillas: that’s all there was between him and that swishing sound of a Jabulani inside the goal’s net. But, as anybody who played some football could tell you, kicking a penalty is more a matter of head than feet. Peter Handke and Wim Wenders must pardon me, but they got it all wrong: the fear, the angst of the penalty kick is felt way more by the kicker than the goalie. The latter may be under pressure, but all in all he knows he’ll hardly be blamed if the ball goes in. But the kicker, no, he has to score. And while he approaches the penalty spot, eleven meters become eleven miles, the goal seems to shrink, the keeper grows gigantic, the ball suddenly weighs a ton. You’re on the razor’s edge. If you don’t get yourself together, if you can’t slow down your heartbeat and clear your mind, you will miss. And that’s what happened to Oscar Cardozo, as he sent the ball, weak, predictable, into Casillas’ hands. What happened after that, how the story ended, is a matter of public football records.
And yet, what happened at the end of the game, just after the final whistle was blown, was a moment that made me remember - more than any great goal or amazing game we’ve seen in this WC, and we had many - why I love football so much, why I love watching it, commenting it, writing about it, why I loved playing it so damn much, why I’m still so drawn to a football field these days despite my messed up knees and everything.
As Cardozo, dejected, confused, cried and staggered and tottered on the pitch, literally in shock, he was first consoled by his teammates; but soon, Iker Casillas himself, and then other Spanish players, rushed to him, interrupting their deserved celebration, to hug him, comfort him, help him getting together. Many spoke to him, a hand on his shoulders or head; I can only imagine what they said, how they tried to ease his pain. Football players are usually men of few words, but they have a common vocabulary - of feelings and gestures more than words. Made of victories and defeats, built out of triumph and failure and scars and sweat, shared by the winner and the loser, the millionaire pro star and the 5th division player training in the mud at night after working hours.
It is because of those gestures and those feelings, that moment of deep human brotherhood amongst fierce opponents, that today’s endgame goes in my book as the most meaningful moment of this World Cup. No facepalm jokes and memes for you, Cardozo. You fought the good battle, with all of your heart, and for that we thank you. Receive the hug of us all, football players around the world.
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