Archive | March, 2008

We’re starting a dodgeball team

20 March 2008

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.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; } .flickr-yourcomment { } .flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 2px; } .flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } We’re starting a dodgeball team, originally uploaded by maubrowncow. Revision3′s Stephanie Chu was kind enough to mock up this poster. I’m so letting my hair grow out.

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There’s a Laser Etcher in the Office

14 March 2008

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.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; } .flickr-yourcomment { } .flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 2px; } .flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } So we’re all racking our brains, trying to figure out what to etch.  It’s the tattoo syndrome.  What do you mark yourself with when it’s permanent?  And to take it a [...]

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Theremins and Soul

10 March 2008

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Take a moment to be mesmerized by the world geekiest musical instrument turned into a thing of beauty. Could Pamelia be any cuter? It’s always fascinating to see introverts who shine when they expose their soul without words. Some people just don’t have the gift of gab, but give them a vessel for externalizing thought [...]

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Laundrymats

7 March 2008

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It occured to me, that the laundrymat is the city’s great equalizer. Everybody in here has soiled their costumes and have come back down to their basics in order to prepare for another week of dress up. No bra to falsely shape breasts. No jeans to contain our asses. To wear makeup now is as [...]

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Sign Language

7 March 2008

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In my few months editing here in SF, I’ve recaptured a healthy respect for visual storytelling. It’s easy to forget the magic you spent four years studying in college. It’s easier to remember what you paid for said magic courses. I’m reminded every month with a bill.

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The Science Behind a Traffic Jam

5 March 2008

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Short and sweet explanation of why I ride a bike. Now if they could just demonstrate that shockwave in relation to uncontrolled fits of anger.

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