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05 October 2012

Trampled By Turtles -- Walt Whitman

Grigori Perelman is one of the greatest mathematicians of our time, a Russian genius who solved the Poincaré Conjecture, which plagued the brightest minds for a century. At the height of his fame, he refused a million-dollar award for his work. Then he disappeared. Our writer hunts him down on the streets of St. Petersburg.

30 August 2012

Dry the River - History Book

In the new TPP-enabled Instagram whilst you are taking a photo with your smartphone's  rear-facing camera the TPP software will discreetly activate the front facing camera and lock onto the image of your face. The app's facial recognition function will then record the precise positioning of your facial features and send them to Facebook's database where the firm will assign an emotion to the facial pattern and log your emotional state.

23 August 2012

Soccer Moms Need Guns Too

You walk into a Starbucks and see two deals for a cup of coffee. The first deal offers 33% extra coffee. The second takes 33% off the regular price. What's the better deal?

18 August 2012

Modern English - I Melt With You

With low unemployment and solid economic growth, things are going better than ever for Germans. But a new study shows they're practically incapable of enjoying it. Not only do they find it difficult to cut loose and experience pleasure, but their "joy gene" is broken, researchers say.

The Lumineers - Ho Hey

"If you're a beer connoisseur, then you've probably wondered a bit about the history and alcohol content of whatever random beer you've chosen off the tap. BeerText.Us is an incredibly simple tool where you text message a beer's name, and get a full description as a reply."

26 May 2012


Just went for a run. Thought I'd make it fun.

09 May 2012

Baby trashes bar in Las Palmas

From the upcoming film "Las Palmas" by Johannes Nyholm.

Thanks Robby

07 April 2012

La Dispute - I See Everything

In honor of Good Friday and Easter


Like any morning of my junior year I stumble in the classroom late but this day I see
Faces, I feel an air like a funeral, like a wake, as I sit dow.
My teacher speaking, somewhat somberly, but still confident and calm.
Part eulogy, her speech, and part poem, part celebration song.
Her warmth and smile, she passes photocopies out to us of entries from a journal
Kept so long ago. She starts to read and suddenly it's 1980.

March 5—The cancer is furious but our son is resilient, we have all the faith we'll get through this no matter what the end. Treatments are violent but he keeps on smiling. It's amazing finding joy in the little things.

April 12—Andrew's appetites improved and we thank God everyday. But still it's hard sometimes to see him in that scarecrow frame.

July 9—There's a suffering when I look in his eyes. He's been through so much. We've all been through so much but what incredible resolve our little boy shows, only 7, standing face to face with death. He said it's easy to find people who have suffered worse than him. “Like Jesus, suffered worse than anyone,” he told me last night, “when God abandoned him.”

September 20—We've been playing in the yard lately and spirits are high although his blood counts aren't.

October 14—He feels tired all the time.

November 30—At the hospital again. It feels like home when we're here.

December 8—He's getting worse.

January 19—We buried our son today, our youngest child, and while his death was ugly we must not let it scare us from God. Abundant grace has restored him. A brand new body. And set him free from the torture, finally rid of the cancer. Before the moment he left he briefly wrested from death, suddenly opened his eyes, said,

And I will never forget it, the peace and the comfort you displayed through a pain that I can only imagine. The loss of a child to the torture of cancer. Help me. Because I can only imagine how you recovered, kept your faith and held the brightness of life inside the smile of a child you had to bury. And I will never forget him or your steadfast faith. No, I will never forget you. Now six or seven years later, I'm devoid of all faith. I am empty of comfort and I am weary of waiting. though I've felt nowhere what you have, I see nothing at all. Though I've felt nowhere what he did, my eyes are closed.

09 January 2012