September 12, 2012 § 1 Comment
Anyone else out there a fan? It takes a few episodes, but it’s awesome. And really, how can you go wrong Kristen Schaal and Eugene Mirman?
Subquestion: Anyone out there always start singing “Kristen Schaal is a horse. Kristen Schaal is a horse. Look at her dance, look at her go, Kristen Schaal is a horse. OH. Kristen Schaal is a horse…” when hearing/seeing/thinking Kristen’s name? Thanks Radiolab.
Subsubquestion: In the aforementioned subquestion, did you read that in Jack Black’s voice from High Fidelity?
I am a nerd.
September 8, 2012 § Leave a comment
1. If you don’t listen to 99 percent invisible means that you are not living your life to the fullest extent possible. No matter what you are doing during the day, there are thousands of fascinating things around you if you only knew to pay attention. A good introduction is their staff favorites page. Start there.
2. I am sad about the split of Amy Poehler and Will Arnett.
3. Normally, I can pick a dream apart, and see various pieces that came from my daily life, just morphed together in a really odd fashion. Until last night. It was different last night. I have absolutely no idea where this dream came from.
I walked into a building that was apparently my office. Large and open, with dark corners everywhere and a huge atrium space in the middle. It was dilapidated, and looked sort of like a large castle made of wood that had been loved in the past, and was still full of life, but also had dust bunnies everywhere.
Also everywhere were giant pythons. Pythons the size of dinosaurs, that would fill a regular sized room. They were in the CMYK spectrum. You did not bother them, and they did not bother you. I noticed in the corner that one of them had just eaten something rather large, whole.
Then I accidentally came near one, because they were strewn everywhere, and suddenly, they were all super attracted to me. Well, to my feet, oddly. A colleague (not a real life one, just a random person who was apparently my dream colleague) picked me up and ran. When they got close, she tossed me up a flight to the outer edge of a staircase–not the actual stairs, but the structure itself, which was wooden. I clung onto it like a monkey, and started scaling it.
The higher I went, the more rotten the wood became, and the more intricate the pattern. Suddenly, I was using scroll work as footholds, and half of them were breaking under my weight. The giant pythons were still behind me, slithering after me, just barely out of reach. I reached the top, where the ceiling gave way to an open sky around fifty stories up from the ground. I discovered that the scroll work had turned into old tables and chairs that were hanging from beams. Half of the ones I stepped on splintered off. A quarter of them were counter balances to others, and therefore completely unstable. I kept going up, and trying foothold after foothold, until the only option I had for my feet was the scroll work that was about to break under my feet, or a chair that was the counterbalance to a giant table across the atrium. I gingerly steadied my weight between the two, knowing that in the next few seconds I would fall straight into the python immediately below my feet that had just unhinged it’s jaw and sprung straight up.
The end. I’ve still not quite recovered.
September 2, 2012 § Leave a comment
It’s such an interesting word.
Jeff, my husband, likes utilitarian design. He appreciates things that have a purpose – or more accurately, had a purpose. An old theatre leg, or elephant bell, or glass lighter.
I appreciate the thought that each item has a story, and should have a purpose. Yet, I also appreciate the concept that good design is actually not something that specifically was created to fill a void, but to put a voice to a piece of the world that many never thought needed one.
This is a photo of a street in China. A designer placed a large, leafless tree image on the street, with pads of green ink at the corners. Each pedestrian added leaves to the tree as they walked across the street.
One thought that immediately came to mind – Honestly, how many people want green ink on their feet after doing this?
But also, what a simple idea of expressing a thought. Whether it had a specific purpose beyond creating beauty on a street, it created stories. Stories that people could tell other people what happened on the way to work today. That were suddenly shared, collectively, though the internet to millions of people across the world. Stories that evoked either a political commentary, or disgust, or appreciation, it’s purpose wasn’t strictly utilitarian.
“Design needs to be plugged into natural human behavior. Design dissolving into behavior.” Naoto Fukasawa, via Objectified.
hat tip to thisiscolossal.com for the above image and story.