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Back in the papers again...
Berke Breathed was in town promoting his new book,
Mars Needs Moms. The best part of meeting him was finding out he and Douglas Adams were good friends when they lived in Santa Barbara at the same time.
The NY Times let me bitch about my horrendous cable box to a national audience. The output is great, but the UI and software aren't. And, as much as I want Tivo, adding another layer of software is not going to improve the box. (I changed the link to a no-reg IHT page)
Banksy's work of caught lovers, on the side of a Bristol, UK clinic, will be allowed to stay up, but "is not a green light for more graffiti in the city."
The man behind last year's "Grey Album" and this year's Gnarls Barkley.
The very first calculator watch. It had some neat tricks up its sleeve, too!
Birds and beauty? Or cheap, sustainable energy? A proposed windfarm between the Cape and the Islands makes for some difficult decisions.
I'm thinking she would have preferred jail. Links to embedded YouTube video.
David Byrne ruminates on ownership of artistic works derived from images shot in public.
What every child will want to have shot on them by other children, at least, according to Hasbro.
The next phase of the "Switch" campaign, with each platform anthropomorphized.
"Why" opens dialogues. "No" ends them.
Stephen Colbert rips W a new one, while standing eight feet away.
Design is not just decoration, beauty has nothing to do with usability, and neither are the only reasons that a site may be successful.
... and got nothing for it. Rob Janoff, I feel your pain.
A fascinating idea to reuse the bodies of discarded passenger planes to make a public library building.
Brown is the new black, color is ok, illustration is back, and industrial never went away. Ultra-minimalism is so over, tho.
That's unpossible! No, apparently it isn't... Johnny Weir, three-time men's national champion, is nowhere to be seen on the official site.
I can hear a bunch of you right now. "$10k per page!!! Are you crazy? I can buy a copy of Photoshop and a copy of Dreamweaver and have one of my IT people do the site! My daughter has her own web site! It's only a damn web site!!!"