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30 Sep 18:21

With $50 Million From Top Investors, Reddit Plans Cryptocurrency

by Jordan Crook
reddit Reddit, the so-called front page of the internet, has raised $50 million in Series B on a $500 million valuation with intentions to give back 10 percent of the round’s equity to the community. Somehow. The round is led by Sam Altman, CEO of Y Combintaor, with participation from Andreesen Horowitz and Sequoia Capital, as well as individual investors like Peter Thiel, Ron Conway, Jared… Read More
29 Sep 13:00

Help from my friends

by Kristin

A year ago, a little bit more, I got locked into a park. Technically, the park was closed by the time we got there but the gates were open and we didn't actually know the closing time, something we discovered about three minutes after walking back toward the entrance to find the gate closed and locked.

A bulletin board near the trail listed the park hours, opportunities to volunteer for trail clean up and a number to call in case a visitor happened to get locked into the park. (Apparently, this had happened before.)

My friend called the number; nobody answered. She left a message. I called and did the same. Over and over again, we randomly dialed as we assessed our options.

The park was on an island on the Anacostia River. It didn't offer much in the way of options for getting off or getting out, and even though my friend thought she could climb the 14-foot fence, there was simply no way I could do it. My balance was bad, at best, and I hadn't the strength to haul myself anywhere.

The mosquitoes grew fierce as the sun dropped lower and out of the sky. The foxes that had seemed so very charming two hours earlier lost their appeal as another crossed my path in the twilight.

"I could call my neighbors," I thought. "Friends. They would totally bring bug spray and a sleeping bag. A sweatshirt."

I could survive a night in the park but it would be easier with a few creature comforts, including fewer creatures. I made a list inside my head as I slapped, scratched and shivered, and my friend headed back into the park to explore. I called the city number again. I waited.

Eventually, we got a call back and found our way out of the park. We quit our training walk there and bellied up to the outdoor seating of a bar on the way home.

"We got locked into a park!" we told the bartender.

Later, when I told my neighbors the same, they replied, "Of course, you did."

Something like that fit with my life.

"I almost called for bug spray and a sleeping bag."

"A sleeping bag? We would have brought bolt cutters."

Bolt cutters. Why didn't I think of that?

I laughed as I realized how lucky I was to have friends like that, people who knew what I needed more than I did and were willing to break a (minor) law to deliver.
30 Sep 03:00

How Hong Kong Protesters Are Connecting, Without Cell or Wi-Fi Networks

26 Sep 19:20

Kevin Francis Gray Sculptures

by Daniella

Kevin Francis Gray est un artiste irlandais qui a exposé à la Pace Gallery de New York une série de sculptures de forme humaine. La particularité de ses oeuvres faites de marbre et de bronze réside dans l’aspect brillant des matériaux et le souci du détail. A découvrir dans la suite.


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26 Sep 17:35

Dupont Circle WeWork

by Jeremiah Britton
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27 Sep 13:00

Corcoran

by Kristin

Washington art lovers have one final weekend to visit the Corcoran before it closes for a year of renovation.

Current exhibits include landscapes as seen from the air with Mark Tribe’s Plein Air and Terra Firma with pieces from the museum’s Photography and Media Arts collections. American Metal presents a retrospective survey of the art of metalsmith Albert Paley, and progresses from his work as a jeweler through recent, large-scale sculptural projects. Additional exhibits include An Intimate View: European Art from the Collection, Ideal Busts, Modern and Contemporary Art Since 1945, American Journeys – Visions of Place, and Sol Lewitt’s Wall Drawing #65 on loan from the National Gallery.

As of Friday, August 22, 2014, admission to the gallery is free. The change in pricing reflects a much larger change in structure with an agreement between the Corcoran, National Gallery of Art and George Washington University. Ownership of the Corcoran’s historic 17th Street building and the College of Art and Design will transfer to GW and of custody of the art collection to the National Gallery of Art.

The 17th Street Flagg building, will be dedicated to arts education and used for the operation of the College and for museum exhibition space. The National Gallery of Art will showcase temporary exhibitions of modern art there, and the “Corcoran Legacy Gallery” will be housed within its walls. Joint advisory committees with GW, National Gallery of Art and Corcoran representatives will consult and advise on programs and activities in the building.

After this weekend, after September 28, the gallery will close for renovations while the College continues to operate. The building is expected to be renovated in stages, allowing for classes to continue.

No artwork will be sold. Works not accessioned by the National Gallery of Art will be distributed by the Corcoran to other art museums with a preference given to those in the DC area.GW will assume custody and care for artwork that will remain permanently in place in the Corcoran building such as the Canova Lions (in front), the Salon Doré (originally from the hôtel de Clermont and acquired by Francophile Senator William A. Clark) and the French Mantle.

The Jean de Caumont stained glass window will return to the abbey in Belgium from which the work was removed. (They have asked for it back.) The work will be repatriated by the Corcoran subject to the town’s agreement to pay all costs, including the installation of an appropriate replacement window for the 17th Street building.

This weekend will be the last chance to see the Corcoran before these changes take place.

26 Sep 21:15

Listen to The Beatles’ isolated vocal tracks for Abbey Road medley

by Michael Roffman

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Ed Note: Today, The Beatles’ Abbey Road celebrates its 45th anniversary. In light of the occasion, we’re republishing this story, which was originally posted in September 2013.

A few years ago, we named The Beatles’ Abbey Road as the greatest album of all time. Follow our breadcrumbs of reasoning and you’ll read about Paul McCartney’s final swan song: the medley. It’s a religious experience with an ensuing legacy that continues to influence musicians both new and old. Now, someone’s stripped away all the music and, instead, left its vocal tracks. What one should take away here is how synonymous the Fab Four really were, even amidst their forthcoming demise. “Match made in heaven” comes to mind, and really, aside from The Beach Boys, The Temptations, and The Bee Gees — it doesn’t get better than this. Stream below and lose yourself in the process.

 


24 Sep 18:26

The Doll Hospital, A 101-Year-Old Doll Repair Shop in Sydney, Australia

by EDW Lynch

The Doll Hospital in Sydney

The Doll Hospital is a Sydney-based repair shop for dolls, teddy bears, and other toys that was founded back in 1913. The shop’s employees (there are up to 12 at any one time) specialize in various aspects of doll and toy repair, including hair restoration and limb repair. The busiest period in the Doll Hospital’s history was World War II, when import restrictions caused a surge in repairs for old toys. At its wartime height, the shop had 70 employees and 6 workrooms. Photographer Jason Reed shot photos and video of the Doll Hospital for a fascinating Reuters feature.

The Doll Hospital in Sydney

The Doll Hospital in Sydney

The Doll Hospital in Sydney

The Doll Hospital in Sydney

photos by Jason Reed

via Juxtapoz

23 Sep 13:00

Weather or not

by Kristin

Somehow, I seem to have morphed into someone who talks about the weather.

I don’t know how it happened. One day, I focused on whether or not I needed an umbrella for the commute, and the next, I was following local forecasters and sharing their predictions with friends and family, through social media, at work, and with strangers on the street. I started offering inane observations such as “It looks like it’s going to be another beautiful day” and “I hope you have a chance to get out and enjoy it,” and I really meant it.

Growing up, I am sure I believed that the weather fell in the purview of crotchety old folk without much life - stories, yes, but no plans for the foreseeable future but sitting on a porch, rocking and watching days unfold. I never imagined myself in that role or that the weather could be so interesting.

In the past couple of years, we have learned the meteorological aspects of terms such as “derecho,” “polar vortex,” and “thundersnow.” The labels themselves are kind of sexy and relatively fun to drop into conversation not to mention the fact that we have seen the impact of violent weather. We share in experiences of surviving such things as Snowmaggedon (aka the Snowpocalypse of 2010). We have stories, photos and shared memories.

On a less volatile basis, I spend more time outside than the average office worker. I walk my commute and spend at least an hour and a half out in the elements every day. The weather directly impacts my comfort, my choice in clothing and footwear, and even my life, but I think it might be something more.

In my mailbox, I have a message about a workshop on fall prevention to keep me upright. I have another suggesting medicine that applies to me; though, it increases my risk of getting a rare brain infection – called progressive multifocal leukoencephalopathy (PML) –that usually leads to death or severe disability. (There is no known treatment, prevention, or cure for PML.)

In the past year, I have hit most of life’s major stressors (personal health, family health, moving, break up and changing jobs) and quite a few of the minor ones, too. I have survived, if not exactly thrived in, each of these situations, but I really don’t want to think about them. I want to think about watching the sun rise on my walk to work and taking the time to go outside at lunch.

Today’s forecast included such words as spectacular, beautiful, and fantastic, sunny and breezy. I am going to milk that for all it is worth. I hope you have a chance to get out and enjoy it. I really do.
23 Sep 14:52

The Shawshank Redemption, 20 years on

by Jason Kottke

The Shawshank Redemption came out 20 years ago and promptly bombed. Now it's one of the most popular movies of all time. Here's how it came to be made.

Filming on location is often something to be endured, and Shawshank's schedule was particularly brutal: workdays were 15 to 18 hours, six days a week, over three humid months inside the former Ohio State Reformatory, in Mansfield, and on nearby constructed sets, which included the huge cellblock. "We were lucky to have Sundays off," says Darabont.

A bakery in Mansfield now sells Bundt-cake replicas of the Gothic prison, which these days is a tourist attraction that draws Shawshank pilgrims. But in 1993 the defunct penitentiary-closed three years earlier for inhumane living conditions-"was a very bleak place," according to Darabont. Robbins adds, "You could feel the pain. It was the pain of thousands of people." The production employed former inmates who shared personal stories similar to those in Shawshank's script, "in terms of the violence of the guards and throwing people off the top of cellblocks," says Deakins.

Robbins remembers "going to that place inside for three months. It was never depressing, because Andy had this hope inside. But it was, at times, dark because of the situations that the character goes through." Deakins confirms that working on the film was "a very intense situation. Sometimes the performances really affected me while I was shooting it." The scene that gave Deakins "a tingle down the spine" is also Robbins's favorite: the prisoners drinking beer on the sunny license-plate-factory roof. Coming more than a half an hour into the movie-and two years into Andy's sentence-it's the first bright spot in a film heretofore gray in palette and tone. Andy risks being thrown off the roof by Captain Hadley in order to procure a few "suds" for his fellow prisoners-a moment when the character shifts from victim to burgeoning legend. That Andy himself doesn't drink is beside the point.

The scene was shot over a "hard, hard day," says Freeman. "We were actually tarring that roof. And tar doesn't stay hot and viscous long. It tends to dry and harden, so you're really working. For the different setups you had to keep doing it over and over and over and over and over."

I was one of the few who saw Shawshank in the theater (I watched at least two or three movies a week back in those days) and loved it immediately. (via @aaroncoleman0)

Tags: movies   The Shawshank Redemption
22 Sep 18:06

Bi-partisan Senate Bill Would Give Locals More Say Over Transpo Spending

by Angie Schmitt

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Improving local access to transportation funds would help build project’s like the multi-modal Atlanta BeltLine. Rendering: Atlanta BeltLine

When it comes to transportation funding, cities and towns occupy the bottom of the totem pole. The vast majority of federal transportation money goes to states, to the exclusion of local governments. That means state DOTs get tens of billions to spend on highways each year, while mayors and local agencies have to scrounge for money to improve transit, build sidewalks, or add bike lanes.

A bipartisan bill introduced in the Senate Thursday could give local governments greater access to federal funding. Senators Cory Booker (D-NJ) and Roger Wicker (R-MS) introduced the Innovation in Surface Transportation Act — Senate Bill 2891 [PDF] — which would set aside some federal transportation money for states to redistribute to cities and towns on a competitive basis.

Mississippi Senator Roger Wicker says municipalities around his state want access to federal transportation funds. Photo: Senator Wicker

Mississippi Senator Roger Wicker says municipalities around his state want access to federal transportation funds. Photo: Senator Wicker

The legislation would devote 10 percent of federal surface transportation funding — or about $5 billion per year — to local-level projects. The funds would be split up between the states, and in each state a panel would distribute the money on a competitive basis to local governments, transit agencies, and regional planning agencies.

Senator Wicker said the bill is supported by localities across Mississippi as well as the Mississippi Municipal League.

“Local officials in Mississippi are on the front lines of America’s transportation challenges but often lack the resources to pay for critical improvements,” he said in a statement. “This measure would enable these local leaders to have a larger role in deciding which projects merit consideration. In doing so, leaders could implement the most targeted and cost-effective solutions to meet unique and urgent infrastructure needs.”

Three other senators — Mark Begich (D-Alaska), Bob Casey (D-Pennsylvania), and Thad Cochran (R-Mississippi) — have also signed on as sponsors. The Senate bill has a companion in the House – HR 4726, which has been held up in committee.

David Goldberg, communications director for Transportation for America, a leading supporter of the measure, said he doesn’t expect the bill to be passed into law before the holiday recess. But support for the bill today, he said, could help shape the next transportation bill.

Transportation for America is asking supporters to email their senators and urge them to support the measure.

23 Sep 14:13

Liberia signs 'transformational' deal to stem deforestation

23 Sep 13:25

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Photographer Recreates Famous Portraits With John Malkovich As His Model

22 Sep 06:00

That’s a Wasp!

by Miss Cellania

The tarantula hawk is neither a tarantula nor a hawk. It’s a really scary Pepsis wasp. It can grow really large and has an extremely painful sting. From Wikipedia:  

Commenting on his own experience, Justin O. Schmidt, entomologist and creator of the Schmidt Sting Pain Index, described the pain as "…immediate, excruciating pain that simply shuts down one's ability to do anything, except, perhaps, scream. Mental discipline simply does not work in these situations."[2] In terms of scale, the wasp's sting is rated near the top of the Schmidt sting pain index, second only to that of the bullet ant, and is described by Schmidt as "blinding, fierce [and] shockingly electric".[5]

The tarantula hawk is the official state insect of New Mexico. But they range all over, with around 250 species in South America alone. Redditor Gonolek found this wasp dead in the hotel he worked at in Brazil. You can put your hand up your screen with his to picture how big it is. I would hate to encounter a wasp that size alive. 

POLL: How do you deal with a wasp this size?

  • Kill it with fire.
  • Napalm.
  • Nuke it from orbit. It’s the only way to be sure.
22 Sep 13:14

Photography And Paint Portraits

by Donnia

L’artiste philippine Janus Miralles réalise de très beaux portraits abstraits en mélangeant la photographie avec de la peinture comme moyen de création. Souvent en noir et blanc, les visages sont effacés avec une certaine noirceur, comme s’ils avaient été brulés. Une sélection de son travail est disponible dans la galerie.

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22 Sep 22:23

Ayahuasca Will Make You Cry, Vomit, and Feel Amazing

by paleyellowwithorange
They say that one night of ayahuasca is like ten years seeing a psychiatrist.
22 Sep 13:00

Hindsight

by Kristin

I fear that maybe I am too close to the weekend to do it justice. Of course, I also fear that if I don't try, I will never be able to do justice to the event that just ended. Over the course of the weekend, I walked "2 Days, 50K, Closer to a Cure" for multiple sclerosis.

Several months ago, I signed up alone, without friends or a team, raised donations and planned to walk 30 miles on my own. I wasn't worried because I knew that nobody was ever truly alone in something like this. We were all united by the cause.

As it turned out, I was even less alone than I imagined. Instead of taking a bus across the city and into Maryland early Saturday morning, a friend picked me up and walked most of the first day. The next day, after a very late night, she tried to find us to walk again, but we were already at the end.

And I had become we.

United in the cause but also the event, pushing our bodies forward on a beautiful and warm weekend, blistering together, sweating together, I made friends of other walkers. They made the miles pass quickly as we shared the route and we shared our stories.

One woman walked for her brother, another for her sister and a third for herself, like me. We were in the minority as walkers with the disorder and it was encouraging to see such love and support among friends and family walking.

The stories weren't just about the disease. They were about life, work and volunteering, travel and home. We were all about so much more that the cause we supported but support it, we did. Each walker raised more than $1,500 and the top individual fundraiser, walking for the first time, raised more than $10,000.

I shared my story, too, enjoying the chances to talk with people who "got it," who understood my symptoms and medicines, who understood the fear, hope and struggle from one side or another. They understood the pain of walking, too.

After the first day, before falling asleep in my bag in the floor of a middle school gym, I savored the ice cream I had craved for close to 11 miles. I enjoyed a massage and the best 10 minutes of my life, a hot shower in the back of a truck (a shower that felt all the better for starting out cold and warming just as I dared dunk my head), and a half hour of gentle stretching with yoga. I sprawled in the grass, listened to music and gazed up at a cloudless sky as a summer day faded toward night and fall.

Over dinner, I enjoyed conversation and live music with the elder half of the mother and daughter pair who lead the charge, and we sat together at the candlelight ceremony that followed, honoring all of the walkers and their own journeys with the disorder. I darn near cried at the time and again in retelling of the flame that grew as we shared it. I ended up covered in wax and steeped in the feeling that I was so very lucky as we listened to people share their own experiences.

I didn't "get" multiple sclerosis when I was diagnosed. I got answers. I got help and I got hope. With an actual medical diagnosis, I found a reason for all those things I had suffered for so very long and I gained confidence in myself. I wasn't a klutz, a spaz or a big, hot mess (not as much as people thought); I suffered an incurable, progressive and debilitating disorder. I was not weak because I fell down. I was strong because I got back up and I kept doing it.

The people around me through the weekend were all so strong. They fought for a cure, raising awareness and funds, dollar after dollar, mile after mile. More than that, they fought the disorder in a daily basis. They understood the medical terms and physical complaints as well as the struggle to be recognized in light of an invisible disease. Looking fine didn't mean being fine.

The walk was long, hot and sometimes poorly marked. The gym floor was hard. Sounds echoed. My head hurt and I vaguely felt like vomiting for most of Saturday night and all day Sunday. It was hard, but so is living with MS.

I would do it all over again, nausea, blisters and all, to keep moving closer toward a cure. Maybe next year, I will. (We will see if I make it through today and how well I am walking in a year.)
17 Sep 04:52

JUST REMEMBER! THE TECHNOVIKING DOESN’T DANCE TO THE...



JUST REMEMBER! THE TECHNOVIKING DOESN’T DANCE TO THE MUSIC! THE MUSIC DANCES TO THE TECHNOVIKING!

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17 Sep 14:37

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16 Sep 03:38

Washington Faces Apartment Glut After Boom

15 Sep 13:00

Head examined

by Kristin

On my recent travels, my mind wandered much farther and wider than my physical form.

I wanted to carry a closed umbrella high in the air in a manner ala tour guides. I often walked along the Mall and looped the Memorials. I wondered if I could get people to follow me. If not that, could I make people worry that I'd lost my group. (Alternately, I could raise my arm in the air or carry a stick with ribbons. A name tag on lanyard would make this more convincing.)

With my brother staying at my condo, I also wanted to randomly change channels at home at prime viewing times using the Xfinity app. SoapNet would be ideal (if it still exists) but also Lifetime, Hallmark and ScyFi (channels my brother was unlikely to watch).

I realized at various points that I had eggs in my hair, didn't like walking for the sake of walking and preferred to keep moving forward even when I didn't know where I was going. Especially then.

This morning, I planned to have my head examined. Actually, next week I am having my head examined. This morning, I planned to my neurologist about my head as well as my strength and sleeplessness, the chronic pain and fatigue, the stressors in my life (of which I've had most of life's biggest in the past year) and how to function despite a disorder exacerbated by stress.

That was the plan, anyway, but I received a voicemail canceling my appointment while I stood in her lobby. I am not sure when or how it might be rescheduled as I do not have the time and my insurance will change next week. My head might need to deal on its own.

In the next few days, I need to decide if I want to enroll in a 10-week workshop on fall prevention to keep myself upright. The invitation makes me feel old and broken. I'm not even 40! My parents are too young for something like this. Why me?

Honestly, with a flowering bruise on my back from the last fall, I know that need it but don't want to admit it. I don't want to fill 10 Tuesday nights with a class on how not to fall.

I want to walk through the city like a Pied Piper trying to get people to follow. I want to shake up someone settling into couch and TV. I want to keep moving forward.
14 Sep 13:00

One Shot

by Kristin

Last night, my book club convened to discuss a singularly unremarkable book in a remarkably good time with diner fare, birthday wishes and loads of laughter.

Conversations streamed over one another with people flowing in and out of the room and discussions, leaning from one into another as we talked about Jack Reacher and Lee Child, bike rides and hikes, generational differences, Zoom, The Electric Company, and Sesame Street, whether or not Captain Kangaroo ever really served as a captain and a million other things.

My reason for travel surfaced briefly and I found myself laughing over an ongoing assumption of my life. I haven't ever given a reason for it, the travel. I don't suppose that I have one. I see the world because the world's there to see, but in the past several years, even before my diagnosis of MS, I felt that there was something wrong with me. Things were getting harder. Travel was getting harder, so I started doing it more.

"I am never going to be as young and as fit as I am right now," I thought and while others shook their heads and told me not to think that way, I couldn't help but believe it true.

The frequent international trips to odd destinations raised a brow or two, and a few years ago, I learned that the group thought I was a spook, a sleuth, a spy. I didn't help when I said things like "last week in Croatia," and denying the charge only entrenched the belief, so I laughed.

Next month, the choice is mine for book, date and venue. I hope to host in my new(ish) abode sometime in October, but that's the easy part. I must decide on the book and my last two were duds. Decent for conversation only in that people really didn't like them.

I am deliberating between hysterical historical fiction and a delightfully dystopian novel with social relevance. I am leaning toward dystopia because I always lean toward dystopia, but the choice is hard. Will this be three duds in a row? Why not just throw out The Dud Avocado while I am at it? (Though, I rather enjoyed that one, too.)

Regardless of book, I know the night will be grand because it always is. I never laugh so hard as I do with this group.


Tag: Books
12 Sep 20:39

‘Soviet Ghosts’ Captures Post-Apocalyptic Scenes Left Behind by the Fall of the USSR

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Rebecca Litchfield is a photographer who has faced radiation exposure risks, arrest and interrogations, and even accusations of espionage… all for the sake of her project “Soviet Ghosts.”

You see, Litchfield is an avid urban explorer who has been fascinated by scenes of decay found in countries that were formerly part of the USSR and the Eastern Bloc.

Photographing and exploring the old Iron Curtain isn’t the easiest thing to turn into a project, she says:

Not many explorers travel to Russia, where the rules are very different, locations are heavily guarded and a strong military presence exists everywhere. There are serious consequences for getting caught. We managed to stay hidden for all of the trip, we maximised our stealthiness, ducking and diving into bushes and sneaking past sleeping security. But on day three our good fortune ran out as we visited a top secret radar installation. After walking through the forest, mosquitos attacking us from all directions, we saw the radar and made our way towards it, but just metres away suddenly we were joined by military and they weren’t happy…

Fortunately for Litchfield, she was able to wiggle out of that tricky situation and continue her adventure through more than 10 different countries.

She says that her goal is to capture the scenes as they are, highlighting their beauty in decay, “like a memory hanging on that will soon be lost in a breeze, a museum that no one gets to see.”

Here are some of the haunting photographs in the project:

BULGARIA - Soviet Friendship Monument

BULGARIA -Buzludzha 01

BULGARIA -Buzludzha 10

ESTONIA - PATAREI PRISON 02

ESTONIA - THEATRE

GERMANY - Miltary Barracks

GERMANY - Soviet HeadQuarters 01

HUNGARY - MAV 424 Steam Train

LATVIA - IRBENE 02

LATVIA - IRBENE 03

LATVIA - SCHOOL

RUSSIA - Chemical Laboratory

RUSSIA - Cinema

RUSSIA - Sanatorium 01

RUSSIA - Sanatorium 03

RUSSIA - Tuberculosis Hospital

RUSSIA - Young Pioneer Camp 02

RUSSIA - Young Pioneer Camp 04

UKRAINE - Chernobyl Hospital 02

UKRAINE - Chernobyl Kindergarten

UKRAINE - Chernobyl Sports Centre 01

UKRAINE - Chernobyl Sports Centre 02

The photos in the project have also been published in a book that’s available from $28 over on Amazon. You can also find more of Litchfield’s work over on her website.


Image credits: Photographs by Rebecca Litchfield and used with permission

13 Sep 13:00

Brain games

by Kristin

My phone might be one of the most boring smart phones in creation. Occasionally, I take pictures. Sometimes, I access the internet, look up directions or send an email. I write stories. Sporadically, I send texts. Mostly, I just use it like a phone.

I don't have really apps. I definitely don't have games. Children seeking diversion look at a picture or two – oh, look, lion! – and hand it back. It requires too much imagination to have fun with my phone.

I have never played Minecraft, Angry Birds, or Candy Crush. In fact, I had to look them up to make sure I had the names right and I am fairly certain that they all have different interfaces and might not be lumped together. I don't do Words with Friends. I don't do that drawing one, either, which I seem to remember from another friend's phone a few years ago. (Is that still a thing? Are any of these?)

It is not that I don't like playing games. I love playing games. I just cannot stop so I don't start. I have too much to do – work, walk, read, write, volunteer, take pictures, spend time with family and friends – that I cannot find time to kill.

Lately, though, I have started to worry about the state of my brain. I have a neurological disorder that leads to cognitive disabilities and I really don't want to wait until it's too late. So, I have installed an app to assess and train my memory and other cognitive abilities. I have started playing brain games.

The games are relatively simple. Sudoku. Mahjong. Wordquest. I unjumble pictures and fuel cars. I find words. I tap moles on the head, twice if they're wearing helmets and not at all if they are carrying dynamite. The concepts are simple, which is probably why I get so agitated when I cannot figure them out. They frustrate me. They make me feel stupid, but I keep playing them. I feel myself becoming addicted.

According to the game maker's guidelines, by spending only 20 minutes, two to three times a week on the mind exercises, I could see improvements in my overall brain fitness and I need to keep these guidelines in mine. Twenty minutes. Two to three times a week. Much like the gummy vitamins I take, I need to see it as medicine; otherwise, I'm in danger of downing the whole jar.

Suddenly, though, it seems that my phone's gotten a lot more interesting.


Tag: Games Multiple Sclerosis
12 Sep 15:20

Friday Morning Dance Party: This kid is so good, you couldn't fake it if you tried.

by Someecards


"I don't care about what these ankles were designed to do, I care about what they can do."

Here's your Friday Morning Dance Party to get you ready for the weekend—everyone imagines they're a good dancer, so let this guy be your new mental image of what you look like when you're out on the dance floor moving like a scarecrow with arthritis. Fortunately, it won't be hard to pretend, since his name is Fik-Shun.

Fik-Shun or not, this is as real as it gets. Unbeknownst to me and my demographic of lame-oids, Fik-Shun was the male winner of season 10 of "So You Think You Can Dance?" So, I think it's fair to say at this point that he knows he can dance. This video is from World of Dance Live, hosted at the Universal CityWalk nightclub in Orlando, FL, and featured performances from Jabbawockeez (those dudes in the white masks) and others, but it was Fik-Shun who was almost too good to be believed.

Oh yeah, this was also shot two days before his 20th birthday. Once again, Fik-Shun: you can't make this stuff up.

Want more pre-weekend dance to envy? Check out two cousins who merged Memphis Jookin and ballet to create the coolest dance of the year.

(bJohnny McNulty)

12 Sep 17:40

Lots of grandparents are accidentally tagging Grandmaster Flash on Facebook and it's driving them crazy.

by Someecards


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If you've been wondering why your grandmother has been sending birthday and holiday wishes from herself along with Grandmaster Flash, don't worry. Your grandma hasn't left grandpa for the hip hop pioneer behind "White Lines." The puzzling signoffs are the result of one of those uniquely modern problems that make old people want to smash their giant monitors with a hammer and throw their 2003 Dell towers in the woods.

Because of Facebook's auto-suggest tagging feature, grandparents have been accidentally sending out messages without noticing that their signoffs include the Hall of Fame rapper. It has been happening so often that there's now a Tumblr page dedicated to collecting the messages along with the resulting confused responses.


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The adorable SNAFU has been such a goldmine of unintentional comedy that Facebook will likely figure out a way to fix the problem. Until then, if you'd like to keep laughing at this technological plight of the elderly, you can do so here.

(by Jonathan Corbett)

12 Sep 04:46

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11 Sep 14:33

Web Triumphs: Someone digitally inserted Super Mario into viral videos to take credit for the Internet's biggest fails.

by Someecards


Super Mario: 1Up. Wedding Party: 1Down.

I've always loved Super Mario, foe to King Koopas and weird pelican things, hero to and Princess Peach. But now, I love Super Bad Mario even more. Thanks to Pastek, Mario has been digitally inserted into all the great fail vids to become a foe to middle aged dudes trying to ride a skateboard and a hero to me.  

He's not just Super, he's Super Bad. 

Oh how I wish this really were a game. I'd invest hours into Super Bad Mario Brothers if it meant that instead of knocking down a row of Koopa Troopas, Mario kicked turtle shells to knock fancy ladies off boats.

(by Myka Fox)

11 Sep 18:20

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10 Sep 02:24

Super Looper

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Super Looper. You have to try it! Make sure to put headphones on, then, get in the zone.


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