There’s little I like more than a monkey greeting card, complete with cheesy wording, and I’m lucky to have received some good ones lately. Note to people who know me: if you’re getting me a card, can I have a monkey on it please?
You Boomers! I swear you are the worst generation ever to walk this earth, self centred, ladder kicking, asset sucking, greed merchants, look at moi, look at moi. all you have ever done is position yourselves in some moral highground, now its emotional intelligence! Cant you all just accept that you inhaled the stoic platform of stabiltiy and unmatched prosperity provided by your hardworking, long suffering parents and ridiculed it in the most pathetic way, dirty hippies. to much outta sight and not enough insight.
Why dont you all just climb into your disgustingly named (and priced) winnebagos and drive off into the sunset. “Spending the kids inheritance”! Pah- you lot spent the countries inheritence.
So to all you 60 year old super sensitive emo dudes, dont trust anyone over thirty, life begins at 40, hippy, yippee, yuppie, dink, grey nomads, go get into your now luxuriously appointed retirement villas (after saving money sending your folks to crap ones) and shut the hell up, I for one am sick of you and all your ridiculous studies.
~ The inter-generational wars continue: a SMH reader posts a rather passionate anti-baby-boomer comment.
As a child I had a pure white cat called Otis. He was named after the movie The Adventures of Milo and Otis, but quite oddly I choose the name of the dog from the movie instead of the cat. For the first few months we didn’t know Otis’s gender, so his name switched between “Mrs Otis” and “Mr Otis” until we finally realized he was a boy and just called him plain “Otis”.
I once bought a disposable camera and took some photos of Otis in trees; boy how he loved to climb. I recently found some of these photos cleaning up, and scanned them digital for keepsakes. Kitty loves the style of photography, I personally don’t really know what I was thinking.
Sadly, one morning Otis was asleep on the back tire of my Mum’s Honda Civic, and when she reversed out of the garage on her way to work, Otis was fatally injured. My brothers dug a hole in the backyard and buried Otis; I was too upset to see.
From 10 to 24 March 2010, IKEA develops an interesting event in four important metro stations in Paris. Furniture collections are currently displayed in high-traffic spots, giving the potential customers a chance to interact with the brand by checking out the products. The subway walls are also filled with prints that showcase IKEA interiors.
~ via freshome
What a great idea! I reckon they should leave the furniture in there permanently at the end of the promo for general use, or else at least donate the items to homeless people.
Whlist wandering supermarkets in Austin, Texas, last year, I spotted a whole shelf of cheap yet aesthetically pleasing candles in tall glass jars for sale at $2 a piece. Naturally I picked up one to bring home to Kitty and to see what it was like.
The candle ended up being one of the best candles we’ve had. Not only did it last for weeks, it also had one of the nicest rose scents I have smelt from a candle. Not bad for $2!
I later found out they’re known as prayer candles, or veladoras in Spanish, and each candle has a picture of a saint and a prayer printed on it (in both Spanish and English). They’ve been made in Texas since 1947 and there are over 350 saint varieties alone! They’re often left at vigils as they burn for about seven days straight.
I will be making sure I stock up on these if I am ever in Austin again.
I’ve got a new favourite blog… unhappy hipsters: it’s lonely in the modern world, modern images collected from hip magazines with dark, ominous and often bizarre captions.
At the art opening, he’d been convinced the blank canvas symbolized endless possibilities. Back at home, it was just one more reminder of his own desperation.
(Photo: Raimund Koch; Dwell, April 2009)
Flipping the pages hurriedly, he sensed that the potted plants were advancing.
(Photo: Dean Kaufman; Dwell, Dec/Jan 2007)
I just read about this amazing story through Andrew Sullivan:
Susanne Sternthal reports from Moscow:
[Animal specialist Andrei] Neuronov says there are some 500 strays that live in the metro stations, especially during the colder months, but only about 20 have learned how to ride the trains. This happened gradually, first as a way to broaden their territory. Later, it became a way of life. “Why should they go by foot if they can move around by public transport?” he asks.
“They orient themselves in a number of ways,” Neuronov adds. “They figure out where they are by smell, by recognising the name of the station from the recorded announcer’s voice and by time intervals. If, for example, you come every Monday and feed a dog, that dog will know when it’s Monday and the hour to expect you, based on their sense of time intervals from their biological clocks.”
The blog English Russia also covered the phenomenon:
Another skill they have is to cross the road on the green traffic light. “They don’t react on color, but on the picture they see on the traffic light”, Moscow scientist tells. Also they choose often the last or the first metro car – those are less crowded usually. It’s funny but the ecologists studying Moscow stray dogs also tell the dogs don’t miss a chance to get some play while on their travel in the subway. They are fond of jumping in the train just seconds before the doors shut closed risking their tails be jammed. “They do it for fun …”