Lo Res shoes by United Nude.
Designer Tan Weihao Rios has created this incredibly cute-looking alarm clock, which will allow you to wake up or catch a bit more sleep. DOoP will help you figure out how many hours you’ve slept and how much sleep you’re getting, and how much you actually need. This sleep deficit is problematic for most people, as they become really inefficient due to lack of sleep. The red and green dials on the face will remind you where you are at. They will tell you how much sleep you need. There is also a countdown timer and a night light. DOoP will wake you up with sound and light, engaging more of your senses. (via Apartment Therapy Unplugged)
I’m not crazy about the shape of this clock, but I love what it does. I want it.
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While I’m all for all this stuff — Twitter, Facebook, email, whathaveyou — I will say that so much communicating is going on that I can’t really process it all. I have six-hundred unanswered Facebook messages, a hundred or more unanswered twit responses, and now nearly 1,000 unanswered emails. For about 15 years, I used to carry around a debt that was always between fifteen and thirty thousand dollars, depending on the lunar cycle, and it weighed on me like a psychic and fiduciary carbuncle; now I carry all these unanswered messages in my head, feeling guilt about them, like a bed that never gets made or a piano lesson that’s never practiced for.
Currently Reading.
‘Eating Animals,’ by Jonathan Safran Foer — New York Magazine Book Review
I have Jonathan-Safran-Foer-like-vegatarianism-tendencies and this is very interesting to me. via peterwknox
Kenny Powers, making it rain.
“Sell the Vatican, Feed the World.” - Sarah Silverman
I take pride in saying I’m a fat girl, fabulous and thick, fluffy and tender, full and tasty. Don’t it just make you happy to say that? Big from birth. Nine pounds, 13 ounces. They told my mother it was baby fat and I would grow out of it. At 41 years old, I am now 217 pounds. I didn’t grow out of it. I grew into it… Am I wrong for not saying that beauty has to be blonde hair and blue eyes and a size zero? Now, that is beautiful. But beauty is also black with nappy hair, and it could be a size 52. Beauty comes in everything. It’s what your eyes perceive to be beautiful. I just don’t choose to buy into the foolishness of what this country says we deem is beauty. Who are you?
Every day we humans gleefully churn out yet more books and films and TV shows and video games and websites and magazine articles and blog posts and emails and text messages, all of it hanging around, competing for attention. Without leaving my seat I can access nearly any piece of music ever recorded, download any film ever made, order any book ever written. And the end result is that I hardly experience any of it. It’s too much. I’ve had it with choice. It makes my head spin.
Here’s what I want: I want to be told what to read, watch and listen to. I want my hands tied. I want a cultural diet. I want a government employee to turn up on my doorstep once a month, carrying a single book for me to read. I want all my TV channels removed and replaced by a single electro-pipe delivering one program or movie a day. If I don’t watch it, it gets replaced by the following day’s selection. I want all my MP3s deleted and replaced with one unskippable radio station playing one song after the other. And every time I think about complaining, I want a minotaur to punch me in the kidneys and remind me how it was before.
In short: I’ve tried more. It’s awful. I want less, and I want it now.
The Bay’s Olympic clothing line ad for the 2010 Games was unveiled today.
It’s so very Canadian. I love it.
"While I’m all for all this stuff — Twitter, Facebook, email, whathaveyou — I will say that so much communicating is going on that I can’t really process it all. I have six-hundred unanswered Facebook messages, a hundred or more unanswered twit responses, and now nearly 1,000 unanswered emails. For about 15 years, I used to carry around a debt that was always between fifteen and thirty thousand dollars, depending on the lunar cycle, and it weighed on me like a psychic and fiduciary carbuncle; now I carry all these unanswered messages in my head, feeling guilt about them, like a bed that never gets made or a piano lesson that’s never practiced for."
"I take pride in saying I’m a fat girl, fabulous and thick, fluffy and tender, full and tasty. Don’t it just make you happy to say that? Big from birth. Nine pounds, 13 ounces. They told my mother it was baby fat and I would grow out of it. At 41 years old, I am now 217 pounds. I didn’t grow out of it. I grew into it… Am I wrong for not saying that beauty has to be blonde hair and blue eyes and a size zero? Now, that is beautiful. But beauty is also black with nappy hair, and it could be a size 52. Beauty comes in everything. It’s what your eyes perceive to be beautiful. I just don’t choose to buy into the foolishness of what this country says we deem is beauty. Who are you?"
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Every day we humans gleefully churn out yet more books and films and TV shows and video games and websites and magazine articles and blog posts and emails and text messages, all of it hanging around, competing for attention. Without leaving my seat I can access nearly any piece of music ever recorded, download any film ever made, order any book ever written. And the end result is that I hardly experience any of it. It’s too much. I’ve had it with choice. It makes my head spin.
Here’s what I want: I want to be told what to read, watch and listen to. I want my hands tied. I want a cultural diet. I want a government employee to turn up on my doorstep once a month, carrying a single book for me to read. I want all my TV channels removed and replaced by a single electro-pipe delivering one program or movie a day. If I don’t watch it, it gets replaced by the following day’s selection. I want all my MP3s deleted and replaced with one unskippable radio station playing one song after the other. And every time I think about complaining, I want a minotaur to punch me in the kidneys and remind me how it was before.
In short: I’ve tried more. It’s awful. I want less, and I want it now.
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