With increasing frequency, a litany of strange packages began arriving in my mail recently. Inside were, and continue to be, a series of very strange discs, entitled, Rockabye Baby!, that purport to be rock tunes made into lullabies. My first reaction? Smoking crack, as well all well saw in the 90's, can be a terrible, terrible thing.
Book collector Jeff Wong thinks the coolest collector's edition of <I>OTR</I> would be a limited reproduction of the scroll. Me too, although I'm sure I couldn't afford one.
"Congratulations," the comment began.
These don't sound fantastic, but it's not like washing test-tubes is all that hunky-dory.
I have a full-length commute. It lasts just about as long as an album. For instance, if I plug in the iPod and press play on Dinosaur Jr.'s <i>Beyond</i> just as I leave my apartment, the album comes to a glorious end exactly as I enter our office's elevators. This was a great discovery.
That just seems so wrong. But the article is a reasonable excuse to link to <A HREF="http://www.scaryideas.com/print/2698/">this</A>.
Ichiro Suzuki of the Seattle Mariners may be our era's Yogi Berra.
Dad,<br>
It's difficult for me to think of good times with you, but something that does come to mind is how you'd translate those wonderful Ruben Blades songs for me, word for word.
Theo Jansen's art is moving—literally.
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Jeff de Boer is a sculptor, jeweler, and artist who produces wonderful<I>objets</I>. From his FAQ: "I have not put a mouse into a suit of armor. I have, however, tried it with one of my cats, and have the scars to prove it."