January 2010
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Nostalgia Friday: Music
I’ll rehash a little for you, I grew up overseas with parents who are the ‘sheltering’ kind. My steady has been trying to procure a sense of ‘pop-culture’ in me since we started dating, and I think we’re… getting there.
One thing my parents did like was music, but not the good kind. I’m now going to layout the top albums which will pull me back to...
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Theory Thursday: Ockham's Razor
Not so much a theory as a process. Ockham’s (also recognised as ‘Occam’s’) Razor is a very literal shaving down of possible answers or hypotheses. It is a selective elimination technique designed to aid rationality.
Often attributed to William of Ockham, a fourteenth century friar and bedtime pocket rocket, Old Bill used the phrase ‘entia non sunt multiplicanda...
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Historical Wednesday... Stood You Up.
So, I guess I’d first and foremost like to apologise for the lack of post yesterday. I’m going to let you in on a little secret.
I hate history*. I have always loathed my classes, teachers of said classes, the text books and especially the ‘Times New Roman What-The-Heck-Is-Embedding and Gosh-I-Don’t-Know-What-You-Mean-By-‘Design’ history websites’.
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Technology Tuesday: The Real Apple Green
You know those times when you buy ‘cherry red’ lipstick, headily assuming that it just might be cherry red. But then, you go to your eighth grade prom with some form of ‘lunar pink zinc’ shining on your pout?
A design concept that I am pleading internally to go ahead solves these problems. But not the lipstick one. Enter the ‘Color Picker’! I know, you’re...
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Mother Nature Monday: Scorpion Flies Are Sexual...
Is it a scorpion? No. Is it a fly? No. Is it just really large genitalia? Totes. Scientifically known as Mecoptera, this particular family of insects are so cool.
Drawing once again from my self-induced fat-fingered-kids in a museum nightmare, I turn to smaller, subjectively uglier creatures. I have chosen these insects for the same reason I photographed them at said museum: their mating...
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Nostalgia Friday: A Book
Much of my childhood and teenage years were spent overseas. And most of that time was in British International Schools. As a result, my parents took the helm for most of my extra-curricular activities: thrilling. They demonstrated a remarkable likeness to religious zealots deprived of pop-cultural foresight, leaving us only to read and gaze at empty electrical sockets. They must’ve loathed...
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String Theory: Theory of the Strings
Or is it just a head-fuck? Answer? It’s both. It’s everything to intellectuals, and a head-fuck for all the rest. Since this is so, I thought I might glean what I could from an astounding amount of data to put (what I could) in a neat nutshell for you. A nutshell, as it happens, that doesn’t hold the whole nut because I couldn’t eat it all. Following?
Okay. There are more...
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Historical Wednesday: The Ampersand.
Letters: really rather helpful. But WHAT exactly is the Ampersand, ampersand where did it originate… See what I did there? You can thank me later.
Webdesigner Depot’s Cameron Chapman wrote a piece on it’s origins which begin in the first century AD. It has always meant ‘and’. Sorry people, I can’t tell a kinky sex story about apes this week. In fact, it’s...
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Technology Tuesday: What Crocks Are Made Of.
They’re made of shit. Shit and insurance.
Here lies my phone. Smashed. Technology: Good for you? Or good for torture?
Did you know you still have to pay excess on the replacement of the little bastard? Even though the insurance I am paying has already covered that. Twice.
Armed to the teeth with teary eyes and obsequious behaviour, I will throw myself at an unsuspecting sales person...
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Mineral Monday: Cake Rock
As recently as five days ago, I was in Sydney. It was good. For a holiday. Amid family time, movies and the restroom, I found myself in a position to see the Australian Museum.
Mostly, it was awful. Little fat fingers and little fat kids. (Obviously, the fat fingers were attached to the fat kids AND the interactive displays. Fat bastards.) Everywhere and in my face. This was endurable but as I...