Twitterman Alex Payne wrote a pretty interesting an provocative post the other day, titled “The Case Against Everything Buckets.” Rather than try to recreate his argument for him, go read it yourself. I’ll wait here. At least in principle, I agree with Alex’s assertion that it can be immensely better to have your information available in an app that actually can do something with it. Nine times out of ten I prefer not to have information in any app at all, I like most of my stuff in the Finder where it is easily backed up, found, and mashed into…
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Three random karaoke songs I’d sing after a little bourbon
The Seed by Cody Chesnutt Because this is the catchiest, nastiest song from The Headphone Masterpiece. And because I might need a drunken excuse to sing the lyrics: "Push my seed somewhere deep in her chest, I push it naked cuz I've taken the test." Brown Sugar by The Rolling Stones Because it would give me a chance to unhook my Jagger strut. Stereo by Pavement Give me hysteria! Malaria!
“Right, so why not wait for the appropriate time?”
I feel as though I should apologize for all the Letterman clips this week, but he keeps making me laugh. And why would I pass on another opportunity to make Rod look stupid?
“I was in first class.”
It takes Steve Martin and Dave Letterman to finally bring the funny to the Hudson River plane landing. (Via HuffPo)
Trawlin’ for scrap, suburban-style
Treasure hunter by Les Chatfield (Elsie esq.) This past year I was given one of the strangest gifts I’ve received in quite some time, and the the more I think about it the more it makes me smile. My folks gave me a metal detector. You know, the kind you use on the beach to find buried treasure. Except I don’t live anywhere near a beach, and I’m pretty sure there isn’t any treasure other than very old manure in my cow-pasture-turned-yard. But here’s the thing: I’m keeping it. And I keep looking for a reason to use it. Because…
“They’re going to throw me out anyway, who cares!”
My governor Blago The Mouth, clearly miserable over his political future. Not sure he could be any more of a train wreck. (Updated: I had previously linked to the video as hosted by CNN, but they are pussies and took it down, so this post now links to YouTube)
Make a museum
My daughter claims she wants to be an artist, and decided (all on her own) that she wanted to create a museum featuring her favorite "cruisers" (her word for art projects) that she had made in the past year. So she went through the archives, selected a bunch of her favorites, and we decided to take the idea seriously. We all dressed for the occasion, hung the art in the living room, invited Grandma and Grandpa Morrow, served appetizers and champagne, etc. It was a full weekend project, but we all had a blast. She was so proud of herself.…
The Force is strong in this one
I think we’ve found the theme for the reelection campaign in 2012 (unless we are, in fact, battling the Mayan end of the world that year). And if Shepard Fairey gets a hold of it: (Image via the Official Star Wars Blog, via BB)
When I realized I was a grown-up
I realized I was a grown-up when we brought my daughter home from the hospital. I walked upstairs and found my wife clipping the baby’s fingernails. I remember thinking, “holy shit, that little thing can’t even clip her own fingernails” and realizing just how responsible we would have to be. I had a similar realization when having some beers with old friends, having a blast, and realized we were talking about recent appliance purchases.
Why my hip-hop posse would include nothing but badass chefs
For some reason, I like the idea of my hip-hop posse consisting entirely of chefs. Perhaps because I’d like my own hip-hop name to be Foo-Dee. Anthony Bourdain because he’s a badass and I’d really like him to guide me around the globe, smoking and drinking along the way. Mark Bittman because he’s the one I’d like to actually prepare my food Tom Colicchio because he knows Padma.