This would explain it all:
http://www.miscellaneousdebris.com/firsthouse/
Packing and moving this weekend.
You Never Know Where That Dollar Has Been
Back in 2000, I discovered Where’sGeorge.com. It’s a neat little site that lets you track where YOUR money travels. Basically you mark a bill with something like “Hey, find out where I came from and where I go at www.wheresgeorge.com,” enter the bills serial number in the database, and send it on it’s way. Should someone else get that bill and enter the number at the site, it tells them where it came from, tells you where it went. should it continue it’s journey, it develops a history of it’s own.
Since 2000, I’ve entered over 500 bills totaling over $4000. Most of my bills only have one “hit,” meaning being entered by one other person, some of my bills though have been found 3 times. All in all though, only 15% of my entered bills have been re-entered by someone else.
Anyway, the other day I got a notification that a bill of mine was found. The user note stated “In change at the bar , at Desert Shadows naturist resort.”
Naturist resort… hmmm.
Sure as hell… this one was found at a nudist resort in California: www.desertsunresort.com.
Where this person kept the change… I don’t want to know.
Serial Experiments: LAIN
I don’t even remember how I discovered Lain. Maybe B. Smith or Mike Shwarz. Needless to say, over the years I’ve amassed a rather nice collection of cells from the anime.
Weekly Ten Ending April 11, 2009
- Big Black – Seth
- Willie Nelson – Always On My Mind
- Descendents – Good Good Things
- Cap’n Jazz – Easy Driver
- Me First and the Gimme Gimmes – Wild World
- Jawbreaker – Condition Oakland
- Shellac – The Rambler Song
- Crass – Do They Owe Us a Living?
- Deals Gone Bad – I’m Sorry
- Naked Raygun – Off The Edge
CoolIris – PicLens
I don’t know if they make a plug in for anything more than Firefox, but it might be worth looking into if you don’t use Firefox.
Simply put CoolIris allows you to take a gallery that looks like this
and make it look like this…
Chicago at Night
She is the biggest and the best in my little world… and she’s even better during this time of year. There are no harsh, piercing winds preventing my enjoyment of all she has to offer: the music, the food, the art, the architecture, and the views… she is one of the more beautiful cities I have ever been in.
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Selection from “A Book of Quarters”
This past Christmas found me a bit short on cash. I did however have a massive stack of inkjet ink and photo paper, as well as a plethora of photos that I have taken over the years. One thing lead to another and the result was A Book of Quarters.
Real Pirates
WIN?!?!
Experience the classical age of piracy come to life at The Field Museum in the exhibition Real Pirates: The Untold Story of the Whydah from Slave Ship to Pirate Ship. You’ll discover the perils and privileges of pirate life as you explore more than 200 artifacts recovered from the wreck of the Whydah—the first fully authenticated pirate ship ever to be discovered in U.S. waters.
One of the most technologically advanced vessels of her day, the Whydah was captured on her maiden voyage as a slaver by legendary pirate Sam Bellamy and his crew. After a few alterations and a quick hoist of the Jolly Roger, the Whydah became the flagship of Bellamy’s flotilla, leading raids throughout Caribbean waters and up the Atlantic coastline.
Weekly Ten Ending March 7, 2009
- Broken Siren – No You Cannot Go
- Christ On A Crutch – Off Target
- Fugazi – Styrofoam
- One Last Wish – One Last Wish
- The Make-Up – Grey Motorcycle
- The Make-Up – Hey Joe
- Rites of Spring – Spring
- Dinosaur Jr. – Just Like Heaven
- Ervin Stellar – Just Like Heaven
- Laura Cortese – Just Like Heaven
My Beautiful Little Story About The Cry – Enough
Ok so the song itself might have some people who know me scratching their head thinking “WTF?” Why? Well most recently, someone sent me an e-mail saying just that, “The Cry? WTF?” Originally, well when I tried explaining to Danielle the importance of this song, she looked at me confused and just said, “ok.”
Maybe you needed to be 14 or 15 years old with your head crammed up your ass, disappointing you father in your choice of after-school activities, caught in a fickle relationship with your first true love.
Maybe you just need to be me.
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