(Source: jessedraxler, via bobsavage)

silversora:

"Dave.."
"Fuck off Shaun I am taking a picture."
"DAVE."

silversora:

"Dave.."

"Fuck off Shaun I am taking a picture."

"DAVE."

(Source: stigmartyr762, via bobsavage)

latimes:

This is Zazzz, thought to be the country’s first identity-verifying marijuana vending machine. It was unveiled this month in Avon, Colorado, and it can check a purchaser’s identity before dispensing a product from an array of available items, including edibles and pre-rolled joints.
Photo: European Pressphoto Agency

latimes:

This is Zazzz, thought to be the country’s first identity-verifying marijuana vending machine. It was unveiled this month in Avon, Colorado, and it can check a purchaser’s identity before dispensing a product from an array of available items, including edibles and pre-rolled joints.

Photo: European Pressphoto Agency

arrestedwesteros:

Michael: Watch out for bridges and hop-ons. You’re going to get some hop-ons.
Key Decisions - 1x04

arrestedwesteros:

Michael: Watch out for bridges and hop-ons. You’re going to get some hop-ons.

Key Decisions - 1x04

jacoblefton:

My most recent piece is a bedframe inspired by Ulm Cathedral and the elm tree. The birds are based on the Ulmer Spatz. It’s queen-sized, made of steel, bronze, and wood (oak). There are outlets in the frame at either side of the head. Total weight ~160kg (350lbs). The project took around 350-400 hours of combined labor for design, construction, photography, and delivery/assembly.

I’m really proud of it! There’s definitely a little bit of my soul (and blood, sweat, and tears) in this thing. Please pass it on if you like what you see.

www.jacoblefton.com

Special thanks:

Henriette Abitz — portrait photograph, metalwork, being my hero
Scott Lefton — woodwork

Jonathan Rummel — photography

Jacob’s work basically rulez the schoolz.  

A Tale of Two Hipsters

daleberan:

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A 10,000 word essay on what the term hipster means.

Part I: A Tale of Two Bicycles

Around 2008, speeding down 7th Avenue from Central Park in New York City, weaving in and out of traffic I had reached my destination at 24th Street only to lift the bike to the curb and have the wheel…

"I don’t trust people who think of themselves as liberals. What I am saying is that I don’t trust missionaries. I don’t want anybody working with me because they think they are doing something for me. What I want them to do is work in their own communities. I want you to tell your brothers and your sisters and your wife and your children what it is all about. Don’t tell me, because I already know."

James Baldwin, “The Ni***r We Invent” (via fuckyeahcracker)

(Source: theeducatedfieldnegro, via bobsavage)

How Burrowing Owls Lead To Vomiting Anarchists (Or SF’s Housing Crisis Explained) | TechCrunch

Don’t agree with all this author’s conclusions, but she covers an awful lot of very complicated ground around housing in San Francisco.

It’s not a rick roll when the title of the thing is the name of the song.

It’s not a rick roll when the title of the thing is the name of the song.

(Source: bostonreview)

bmichael:


pitchfork:

In its heyday, Billboard's R&B chart credibly reflected the tastes of the genre's core fans, paving the way for artists like James Brown, Aretha Franklin, Lionel Richie, Prince, and Whitney Houston. But now, a new digital methodology has rendered the tally a shell of its former self, replete with dubious racial and cultural consequences. Chris Molanphy details the chart’s storied history and discusses whether it can be fixed in our latest feature, "I Know You Got Soul".

This was a detailed story about an intensely frustrating and socially weird phenomenon. TBH, I just wanted to abolish all charts until I got to the final paragraph, and then I was saddened at what’s been lost. Does the idea of “charts” even make sense anymore? Is popularity just Berkeleyan idealism? Does -it- cease to matter if it’s not situated six inches -in front- of my face?

bmichael:

pitchfork:

In its heyday, Billboard's R&B chart credibly reflected the tastes of the genre's core fans, paving the way for artists like James Brown, Aretha Franklin, Lionel Richie, Prince, and Whitney Houston. But now, a new digital methodology has rendered the tally a shell of its former self, replete with dubious racial and cultural consequences. Chris Molanphy details the chart’s storied history and discusses whether it can be fixed in our latest feature, "I Know You Got Soul".

This was a detailed story about an intensely frustrating and socially weird phenomenon. TBH, I just wanted to abolish all charts until I got to the final paragraph, and then I was saddened at what’s been lost. Does the idea of “charts” even make sense anymore? Is popularity just Berkeleyan idealism? Does -it- cease to matter if it’s not situated six inches -in front- of my face?