Archive for June, 2013

Damsel in Distress

Friday, June 28th, 2013

I don’t think you can watch this and not agree there is a problem:

Not-So-Fast T-Shirt Folding

Friday, June 28th, 2013

So yeah, you’ve seen this:

Here’s the thing. It pre-supposes you have your T-Shirt laid out perfectly flat on a big wide flat surface. My T-shirts come out of the dryer a lump of cloth. Taking the time to lay it out perfectly flat would take longer than me just folding it with my flop-a-smurf-whatever method I’ve been using for years. Even if I could lay it out perfectly flat super quickly, I don’t want to fold my laundry while kneeling on the floor, because I don’t have a big giant empty folding table. ANYWAY.


Wednesday, June 12th, 2013

This Apple video is just so dang beautiful:

Mississippi Gary

Monday, June 10th, 2013

You Shouldn’t Rob a Bank Without a Plan.
You Shouldn’t Use Your Tongue to Stop a Fan.

Doing Both

Tuesday, June 4th, 2013

Alex Garcia on why reporters are ill-equipped to replace photographers in the news room, as the Chicago Sun-Times is doing:

That’s because the best reporters use a different hemisphere of the brain to do their jobs than the best photographers. Visual and spatial thinking in three dimensions is very different than verbal and analytical thinking. Even if you don’t believe that bit of science, the reality is that visual reporting and written reporting will take you to different parts of a scene and hold you there longer. I have never been in a newsroom where you could do someone else’s job and also do yours well. Even when I shoot video and stills on an assignment, with the same camera, both tend to suffer. They require different ways of thinking, involving motion and sound.

It’s similar to why it’s rare to find people who are truly good at both design and development. It’s different thinking and doing both usually means both suffer. I suffer from that. The flip side is you can get a lot done.

Old Man Hump

Monday, June 3rd, 2013

At the Graves Mountain Blugrass Music Festival there is a group of folks that set up a big brown tent along the edge of the campground and hang a sign on it that says “The Humps.” They’ve been coming there longer than I have, so over 10 years. They were a local-ish Bluegrass band I think. They never played at the actual festival, just in the campground.

Last year, days before the festival even started, “Old Man Hump” was already camping in their usual spot. He was sitting in a chair playing some songs, got up to make some dinner and at eat it, sat back down, played another song, and died.

I’m sure that’s exactly how he wanted it to go. We can only hope for such a perfect exit.