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This site was funnier when I thought it was a collection of email conversations from different people instead of some jerk just screwing with people who put up ads online.…
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The August Monthly Rumpus
WHERE: The Makeout Room, 3225 22nd Street, San Francisco WHEN: Monday, August 10, 7:00pm WHO and WHAT: Hilarious Music by DJ Real Short film by Wholphin Performance by yo-yo genius…
The BRT: Trackless Light Rail
The New York Times this morning had an interesting story — the third in a series about stopgap measures that could limit global warming — about Bus Rapid Transit lines.…
Squirrel Destiny: A Match Made in Heaven (Or, Rather, on the Internet)
All I know is, someone needs to hook up this guy:
Morning Coffee
How Metafilter beat the New York Times. Tearing down freeways could be the answer to all your urban traffic woes. In 2009 I’ve had the worst allergies of my life,…
IKEA Hacker
Your night editor was MIA yesterday for a very good reason: he inadvertantly got locked into the Emeryville IKEA overnight, and in the end there was nothing to be done…
Who Needs Philosophy?
Back when I was a little boy, living in a yellow stucco house in San Diego, I would sit in the hot tub at night, under desert-clear stars, listen to…
A Little Bit About AK Press
For the past couple years I have been an enthusiastic supporter of the Oakland-based AK Press, a small, “anarchist collective” press that publishes about twenty to thirty books a year,…
America Wants to Gay Marry the Phrase “Gay Marry”
Mark Peters takes a look at the linguistic and cultural meanings behind America’s favorite new idiom: “gay marry.” You know, as in… “‘I going [sic] to do unspeakable things to…
Morning Coffee
70 golden cages of light in Northern France. We’re not sure what the point is, but it certainly is pretty. In Oslo they are building new crystaline skyscrapers. Meanwhile, in…
Like a Pack of Alaskan Dogs
“Ed Paulsen was nineteen in 1931. He was a job applicant. San Francisco. ‘I’d get up at five in the morning and head for the waterfront. Outside the Spreckels Sugar…