Bow if I could buy one piece of technology - something like the notebook that Dutch art student Evelien Lohbeck has created would be it. I absolutely love the simplicity of his site as well.
Wonder if it comes in a Moleskin version?
Found via the wonderful Very Short List.
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Tuesday, May 12, 2009
A real notebook laptop - I know people who will love this
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Flash Mob dancing, Liverpool Street Station, Thursday morning.
So you're in London on the way to wherever you're going at 11am on Thursday morning, you're in Liverpool Street Station and suddenly this happens...
It's definitely worth seeing the high quality version.
It's the new T-mobile ad, with slogan Life's for Sharing.
How the hell did they do this? How did they get it done? Irish advertisers, the gauntlet has been thrown down to you. Heuston Station next, perhaps?
How often have you heard Journey's Don't Stop Believin'?
Or at least the four chord melody of it? Have a listen. I'll bet it's a lot more than you think it is.
The Axis of Evil bet it is too. They're Sydney's greatest musical comedy rock band. Check out the live video here. They're on MySpace and their website is here.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Speech Bubbles - WHY?
Rain is millions of tiny speech bubbles unusedLoving these lyrics from Californian band WHY? Thanks Naomi.
The collected breaths of mutes
And all our silent exhalations
Where we should've put words
Or words we had no one to tell
Emptied from clouds like clearing horns spit valves
Coming back to us now
To remind us what we meant to say
Or that we meant to say something
Coming down and dying
In one giant quiet
On the streets and cars
Huzzled like jewels in girls' hair
On the fake wool collar of my bomber jacket
And on my glasses and feet
Cut 'em deep and weep out loud
Just dust and just a hair in your mouth
You drink and think you're tonguin' something to shout
But it's just dust and just a hair in your mouth
And now these empty breaths reflect
The feedback of headlights
Push leaves and coffee cups
To lower altitudes and gutters
Rain is confession weather
And we become booths of prayer if we let us
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