“Come out to the coast, we’ll get together, have a few laughs…”
Die Hard (1988)
Cinemagraphs are not my favorite thing, I tend to find them creepy, unsettling. However, I’m thoroughly enjoying Tech Noir’s selection from movies.
Everywhere that air of conspiracy which generates among people who have been up since dawn—of superiority almost, from the common experience of having seen the night disappear and the morning come.
The Spy Who Came in From The Cold, John Le Carré
I was thinking the other day, in what had to have been a PMS-influenced moment, “What am I doing? …What am I doing going to school and doing all this hard work and pursuing one of the most difficult degrees available?” Then I thought, “Pull yourself together. You’re not going to feel like this in about 48 hours. Your [sic] the one who would stick a fork in your eye if you weren’t working. Get your shit together.” … It’s like being a competitive runner in-training. You just hammer it as hard as you can so you’ll be the best you can be at your races, but damn, it would be nice to just WALK there sometimes instead.
To that I say: WORD.
And also: *fistbump*
Somewhere, along the lines, we (everyone) got sensitive. We started giving trophies for last place. People forgot how to take criticism. We started (and continue) to want to spare people from the realities of what it really takes. Close counts. Thanks for trying. Better luck next time—even worse—Fail Harder.
Industry-wise, we covet the idea. Not its realization, it’s viability.
Dear Jr Creative…Earn Your Place, You’ll Be Better For It by David Snyder
Yes, there are such things as best practices in software development, and they have legitimate value, but as a beginner you are not obligated to internalize all of them at once. Just stop worrying about it! Make something you’re proud of, then improve it little by little. Learn one thing at a time and make incremental progress.
Bad code is the first step towards good code — Let’s Make Things — Medium (via scriptsht)
This has been an on-going theme for me the last year and change. I must work harder to remember this. Baby steps.
A Book By Its Covers: The Great Gatsby (T Magazine, via Coudal)
Some of the others are interesting, as an exercise, but I think none will ever win me away from the original. It is wonderfully Roaring Twenties-nearly-art-deco without being cliché and the type is pretty great (if you can ignore the “TS” kerning up there…).
A few of the alternate covers do that thing that makes me personally batty which is: giving the reader a face for the book’s characters. They’re drawings at least and not photos, but even so: do not want.
Um. So, it’s from Blomkamp, stars Matt Damon, Sharlto Copley, and Jodie Foster? Oh and Faran Tahir?
I mean, sure, I guess that’s a thing a studio would put together. ! So in.
One of my favorite stories about my Pops describes the extra TVs (little ones! It was the early ’80s, after all) he kept in the house that he might watch multiple football games Sunday mornings. My educated guess is the same set-up saw plenty of use through basketball season, too.
And here I am in my hotel room watching 2 different games on 2 different devices and it would be 3 but there’s no hockey for me tonight, every inch my father’s daughter.
That’s a pretty great photo.
thought i’d share a few photos from the #tumblrxgap geographer show i hosted at gap san francisco last week! got to meet the band, watch an awesome show with a really sweet crowd, and snapped a few photos of fashionable show-goers!
and don’t forget to check out my gap styl.d by calivintage festival fashion guide in honor of the event!
thanks so much to gap, tumblr, filter magazine, geographer, and sxsw!
Eyes on the Stars: Ronald E. McNair’s brother talks to StoryCorps about his brother. This is pretty wonderful, the walking sequence of 9-year-old animated Ronald is fantastic.
Pens are time-travelers. That’s the only explanation. In some future time that none of us have gotten to, the world is made of pens. It is like a hideous Dali-Shakespeare-H.G.Wells landscape where the horizon is formed of tidal slopes of Bics, Papermates, and Staedtlers, rolling about in plastic, pigment, and spring-powered carcasses. Overhead an anemic sun the color of an egg yolk weeps a dry eye for humanity.
Maggie Stiefvater cracks me up the most; pondering lost pens.