a momentary diversion.
on the way to the grave
Ancient tribe becomes extinct as last member dies - CNN.com »
“The Bo are thought to have lived in the Andaman islands for as long as 65,000 years, making them the descendants of one of the oldest human cultures on earth,” it noted.
With her passing at a hospital, India also lost one of its most endangered languages, also called Bo, linguists say.
There were believed to be 5,000 of them when the British colonized the archipelago in 1858. Most of those tribal communities were subsequently killed or died of diseases, says Survival International.
“I don’t care if they have never committed a crime, atheists are the reason crime is rampant.”
This literally makes my brain hurt.
I kind of want to meet this Alice woman, just to see what sort of human being she is. I wouldn’t want to argue with her, however; it would be like arguing with a cantaloupe.
Edit: never mind, guys, it’s just a hoax! You know, just like the moon landing. Did you really think America had the technological ability to shoot people up to space? They faked it in a Hollywood basement, that’s why the flag is waving! And furthermore…
Doesn’t seem that hard to build one, to be honest. Just cut a hole in the side of the head, mount the tap mechanism in the cylinder port and run the lines through the bottom. And voila, the coolest beer tap in the known universe. The Keihin carbs are a nice touch (same as on my CB550F). Stick it in the garage for prime boozin’ opportunities when rebuilding said carbs. Maybe fill it with Old Speckled Hen or Spitfire Ale - you know, perfect for wrenching on the TR6 of my dreams.
How cool is this? Japanese Cannonball! Poster (1976).
Cinema Is Dope (cropped)
Is it possible to read "Catcher in the Rye" without being a pretentious dick?
Let’s find out.
As soul-crushingly cliche as it sounds, however — and I will most likely hate myself for saying this — I find myself really liking Holden Caulfield: he’s a cynical bastard who basically loathes everybody around him, and that’s the sort of thing I look for in a protagonist.
There are people who will suspect that I’m only reading it because the author recently died. Which I am, so there. It’s too enjoyable a book to waste on apathetic high school dipshits. Just don’t expect any essays from me on how he represents a generation of disillusioned youths exemplifying the themes of punk rock and Fight Club anytime soon — mostly because that theme’s been beaten to death already. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.
More poster work.
Gearing up for the 3rd annual D-Chi Cup for my fair fraternity*.Here’s this year’s poster and t-shirt designs (click for larger):
Tweaked this from the last version, so it’s less “Burn After Reading-sy.” Thankfully, too, because that was a fucking terrible movie.
A black-and-white version. It’s going to look like crap after getting the bejezus photocopied out of it onto cheap-ass paper, but there’s a certain level of crappiness I can live with.
T-shirt design. First in a lovely dark blue…
…then in a garish lime green. Damn, son.
Oh, and everything’s copyright by me, etc. Steal this shit and I will pan-sear your children in a traditional Provençal bouillabaisse and devour them with a side of langoustine.
* I designed the website as well.
(via overshadowed)
1st draft poster for Delta Chi’s 3rd annual D-Chi Cup broomball tournament.Kinda got a Saul Bass thing going on here.
(click for comically huge full-size version)
