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Fun Ways to Tell Time

Years ago, a dear friend of mine who has now sadly passed away built a clock that told ‘metric time’  He built it completely out of resistors and capacitors that lit up the time in lovely red lights. I wish I had a photo to share.  It was wonderfully bent.

If you’re wondering how metric time works - here’s a link to explain the theory and conversion.

This project is in the same vein and it makes me think of Brian.

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Amalgamation

A collection of black & white photographic portraits morphing into each other - it has been done before but never this well. 

A complimentary GIF version is below, which shows the triangular matrix better:

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What happens when you take a child’s drawing and faithfully render it into a completed artwork?  Here’s a series of Monster sketches by kids that artist, Dave DeVries worked up into a series of deliciously creepy and wonky images.  Check out an article about the process and see the results: http://www.elezea.com/2011/12/realistic-childrens-paintings/

What happens when you take a child’s drawing and faithfully render it into a completed artwork?  Here’s a series of Monster sketches by kids that artist, Dave DeVries worked up into a series of deliciously creepy and wonky images.  Check out an article about the process and see the results: http://www.elezea.com/2011/12/realistic-childrens-paintings/

We wish to rent you a Merry Christmas

What a great concept, and what a fun present - fresh and interesting toys to replace the unloved ones.

If I had kids, I would be looking for a service like this.

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Look what greeted me on my morning walk today.

I may have nightmares for sometime now.

I can just imagine the terror on a child’s face when they were given this new doll!

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Sometimes it’s good to think about who is telling the story and what their motivations are for telling it…

Sometimes it’s good to think about who is telling the story and what their motivations are for telling it…

Words we all want to hear!
hilside:

this is a friendly universe.  (by pope saint victor)

Words we all want to hear!

hilside:

this is a friendly universe. (by pope saint victor)

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Walking down a street Neil Gaiman encounters his own words tattooed on the shoulder of a woman… I can only imagine how odd/thrilling/intriguing/eery that would feel!

neil-gaiman:

From http://journal.neilgaiman.com/2011/01/feeling-oddly-ghostly.html
I wandered past sushi shops and backpacker places and Thai takeways and tobacconists in the hot Sydney summer evening sun. Last night Amanda (who is vastly amused by my complete lack of hooker recognition skills) had pointed out the hookers to me, and I saw a couple of the ladies she had pointed out to me coming on duty, looking wary in the daylight.There were a couple - a man and a woman, both in their twenties at a guess, both shorter than I am and dark-haired, looking into a shop window, with their backs to me. The woman had a tattoo on her shoulderblade - writing - and because I cannot pass writing without reading it, I glanced at it. Part of the writing was covered by a strap.But I could still read it. And I knew what the words covered by the strap were.The tattoo was a lot like this (which is to say, the same content, and similar typeface, but probably not the same person. I’m already trying to remember if it was the left or the right shoulderblade):I read the tattoo, read words I had written to try and exorcise my own small demons eighteen years ago, and I felt like a ghost. As if, for a moment, under the hot Sydney sun, I was only an idea of a person and not a real person at all.I didn’t introduce myself to her or say anything (it didn’t even occur to me to say hello, in all honesty). I just walked home, through a world that felt flimsier and infinitely stranger than it had that morning.
I don’t know why it affected me like that. But it did.
fuckyeahtattoos:

- from Neil Gaiman’s Sandman Vol. 6: Fables and Reflections
“Fear of Falling”
Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.
If I’m going to put words on my body, I want  people to be able to read it easily and understand it. This phrase  truly speaks to me. It inspires me every time I read it, and I want it to  inspire other people too. I decided to have it tattooed on my body so  everyone I meet, whether Sandman fan or not, could draw inspiration from  it as I have. :)

Walking down a street Neil Gaiman encounters his own words tattooed on the shoulder of a woman… I can only imagine how odd/thrilling/intriguing/eery that would feel!

neil-gaiman:

From http://journal.neilgaiman.com/2011/01/feeling-oddly-ghostly.html

I wandered past sushi shops and backpacker places and Thai takeways and tobacconists in the hot Sydney summer evening sun. Last night Amanda (who is vastly amused by my complete lack of hooker recognition skills) had pointed out the hookers to me, and I saw a couple of the ladies she had pointed out to me coming on duty, looking wary in the daylight.

There were a couple - a man and a woman, both in their twenties at a guess, both shorter than I am and dark-haired, looking into a shop window, with their backs to me. The woman had a tattoo on her shoulderblade - writing - and because I cannot pass writing without reading it, I glanced at it. Part of the writing was covered by a strap.

But I could still read it. And I knew what the words covered by the strap were.

The tattoo was a lot like this (which is to say, the same content, and similar typeface, but probably not the same person. I’m already trying to remember if it was the left or the right shoulderblade):
I read the tattoo, read words I had written to try and exorcise my own small demons eighteen years ago, and I felt like a ghost. As if, for a moment, under the hot Sydney sun, I was only an idea of a person and not a real person at all.

I didn’t introduce myself to her or say anything (it didn’t even occur to me to say hello, in all honesty). I just walked home, through a world that felt flimsier and infinitely stranger than it had that morning.


I don’t know why it affected me like that. But it did.

fuckyeahtattoos:

- from Neil Gaiman’s Sandman Vol. 6: Fables and Reflections

“Fear of Falling”

Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.

If I’m going to put words on my body, I want people to be able to read it easily and understand it. This phrase truly speaks to me. It inspires me every time I read it, and I want it to inspire other people too. I decided to have it tattooed on my body so everyone I meet, whether Sandman fan or not, could draw inspiration from it as I have. :)

A family of five riding across the US on a single bike.. no really!
Florida coast to Texas, to California to Alaska.  Winter in Alaska and then to Boston and finally home to Kentucky.
Then, they write a book and go on tour in a big blue bus to promote it.
What an experience for those kids. 
You can read more about this fab crew and track them on their voyage by visiting their blog.

A family of five riding across the US on a single bike.. no really!

Florida coast to Texas, to California to Alaska.  Winter in Alaska and then to Boston and finally home to Kentucky.

Then, they write a book and go on tour in a big blue bus to promote it.

What an experience for those kids. 

You can read more about this fab crew and track them on their voyage by visiting their blog.

Everyone loves a secret room!

2headedsnake:

shelterness.com

Everyone loves a secret room!

2headedsnake:

shelterness.com