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December 3, 2009



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Froggetmee — Integrated chopsticks/spoon


Designed by Ankul Assavaviboonpan.

Once again, a Propaganda creation I'd love to have but can't because I have no idea if it's even for sale.


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'Don Norman is THE guy'



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Camo Dustpan/Brush


12"-wide metal dustpan with rubber collection strip.

14"-long wood brush with synthetic bristles.

Just the thing for stealthy dust bunnies.


December 3, 2009 at 01:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

'The Use of Poetry' — by Ian McEwan


The short story featured in the headline above, by the masterful British writer, appears in the new issue (December 7) of the New Yorker.

I advise saving it as a PDF or printing it out if you don't want to or can't read it now, because should it disappear — as things virtual have a habit, yea, one might even say a predilection, of doing, well then, you'll have to wait to meet the protagonist, physicist Michael Beard, until McEwan's next novel [top] comes out in March of next year.

Try the story's first paragraph on for size:

"It surprised no one to learn that Michael Beard had been an only child, and he would have been the first to concede that he’d never quite got the hang of brotherly feeling. His mother, Angela, was an angular beauty who doted on him, and the medium of her love was food. She bottle-fed him with passion, surplus to demand. Some four decades before he won the Nobel Prize in Physics, he came top in the Cold Norton and District Baby Competition, birth-to-six-months class. In those harsh postwar years, ideals of infant beauty resided chiefly in fat, in Churchillian multiple chins, in dreams of an end to rationing and of the reign of plenty to come. Babies were exhibited and judged like prize marrows, and, in 1947, the five-month-old Michael, bloated and jolly, swept all before him. However, it was unusual at a village fête for a middle-class woman, a stockbroker’s wife, to abandon the cake-and-chutney stall and enter her child for such a gaudy event. She must have known that he was bound to win, just as she later claimed always to have known that he would get a scholarship to Oxford. Once he was on solids, and for the rest of her life, she cooked for him with the same commitment with which she had held the bottle, sending herself in the mid-sixties, despite her illness, on a Cordon Bleu cookery course so that she could try new meals during his occasional visits home. Her husband, Henry, was a meat-and-two-veg man, who despised garlic and the smell of olive oil. Early in the marriage, for reasons that remained private, Angela withdrew her love from him. She lived for her son, and her legacy was clear: a fat man who restlessly craved the attentions of beautiful women who could cook."

December 3, 2009 at 12:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBack

Mirror Watch


"Mirrored surface reveals an LED watch only when needed."


Brushed stainless steel, gold-plated or black.


Designed by Cheuk Kee Lai.


Available here.

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December 3, 2009 at 11:01 AM | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBack

ET: Denver's Home — SETI City, I like it

Welcome to Denver

Long story short, according to Kirk Johnson's article in yesterday's New York Times: members of the city's proposed Extraterrestrial Commission "... would need some expertise, or 'knowledge of extraterrestrial civilizations.'"

Here's the piece.


Attention All ETs, Denver May Be the Place for You

Oh, the tangled protocols of interplanetary contact. What should human beings do when aliens from other worlds happen by the neighborhood?

It is a subject about which Denver might gain a decided advantage over less-far-thinking rival cities if enough people vote yes next year on a ballot proposal to create an Extraterrestrial Commission.

The city’s clerk and recorder said in a letter released Tuesday that backers of an ET Commission had gathered enough signatures to guarantee a spot for their idea on the ballot in a statewide primary on Aug. 10.

The commission, which would be financed by grants and donations, would be assigned a truly cosmic-size duty, according to the petition's language: “To ensure the health, safety and cultural awareness of Denver residents and visitors and, ultimately, facilitate the most harmonious, peaceful, mutually respectful, and beneficial coexistence possible between extraterrestrial intelligent beings and human beings.”

The petition needed to gather 5 percent of the total voter turnout of the last mayoral election here in 2007, or 3,974 signers, but supporters got 4,211, said the city clerk, Stephanie Y. O’Malley, in her letter to the sponsor, Jeffrey Peckman, a 55-year-old Denver resident.

Mr. Peckman said in an interview that he had had no personal contact with aliens — although he said he did see a mysterious green ball of light above Denver the night Michael Jackson died. But he said he had become convinced that enough evidence existed of such contact that a formal body should be created to gather information. Commission members, he said, would need some expertise, “or knowledge of extraterrestrial civilizations.”

The vote for or against a commission will incur only marginal costs for Denver, said the director of elections, Michael J. Scarpello, because the city has to absorb the cost of the primary races to be held that day anyway.

In 2003, Mr. Peckman got another measure on Denver’s ballot, intended to create an infrastructure for reducing societal stress. It got about 32 percent of the vote, he said.

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Sushi Cushion


Nigiri shrimp.

13.7"L x  9.8"H.

Made in Spain.


December 3, 2009 at 09:01 AM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

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