A nice animation by Eric Rothman and Phil Sierzega made in a marathon 48 hours.
TateShots
I really love the stark geometric elements in these art projects. Awesome stuff!
Tin steam powered boat
…like the one from Ponyo. More awesome toys from trash here
Der Mensch als Industriepalast
This video from Henning M Lederer animated Fritz Kahn’s illustration from the early 1900s “Der Mensch als Industriepalast” which depicted the human body as a large, integrated industrial process.
This is my favorite Tegan and Sarah song. This song is timeless. I am glad that these haircuts have gone out of vogue though.
Lyrics (short but sweet… why would you need more?):
No matter which way you go
No matter which way you stay
You’re out of my mind
Out of my mind
I was walking with a ghost
And I said please, please don’t insist
I was walking with a ghost
And I said please, please don’t insist
Corey and I picked up this album from Steady Sounds last Friday, because we’re expanding our record collection and Exodus has a song that Jonah knows from the bumps on Noggin. He loves this song and calls it the “’bout a fing” song.
Three Little Birds lyrics
“Don’t worry about a thing,
‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right.
Singin’: “Don’t worry about a thing,
‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right!”
Rise up this mornin’,
Smiled with the risin’ sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin’ sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin’, (“This is my message to you-ou-ou:”)
Singin’: “Don’t worry ’bout a thing,
‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right.”
Singin’: “Don’t worry (don’t worry) ’bout a thing,
‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right!”
Rise up this mornin’,
Smiled with the risin’ sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
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Singin’ sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin’, “This is my message to you-ou-ou:”
Singin’: “Don’t worry about a thing, worry about a thing, oh!
Every little thing gonna be all right. Don’t worry!”
Singin’: “Don’t worry about a thing” – I won’t worry!
“‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right.”
Singin’: “Don’t worry about a thing,
‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right” – I won’t worry!
Singin’: “Don’t worry about a thing,
‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right.”
Singin’: “Don’t worry about a thing, oh no!
‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right!
This looks awesome! Open-source generic pieces that can be built into useful items for performing farm and construction tasks on the cheap! Like giant erector sets.
Wakeboarding on Cranberries
Ok, the guy in the beginning seems like a douche, but he’s wakeboarding on cranberries.
How to be Alone:
In this age of constant contact, it’s important to remember how to be cool all by your lonesome. Here are some tips to get you into your shell.
Putting Faith in its Place
An incredible dissertation for why “Because I believe it!” Is not a valid argument for faith based arguments (especially RE: bigotry, violence, political weight etc). alone,
Such a raucous, shambly, happily tragic song. It gets me moving and moping at the same time.
Lyrics:
The only girl I’ve ever loved
Was born with roses in her eyes
But then they buried her alive
One evening, 1945
With just her sister at her side
And only weeks before the guns
All came and rained on everyone
Now she’s a little boy in Spain
Playing pianos filled with flames
On empty rings around the sun
All sing to say my dream has come
But now we must pick up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves
At least enough to carry on
And now we ride the circus wheel
With your dark brother wrapped in white
Says it was good to be alive
But now he rides a comet’s flame
And won’t be coming back again
The Earth looks better from a star
That’s right above from where you are
He didn’t mean to make you cry
With sparks that ring and bullets fly
On empty rings around your heart
The world just screams and falls apart
But now we must pick up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves
At least enough to carry on
And here’s where your mother sleeps
And here is the room where your brothers were born
Indentions in the sheets
Where their bodies once moved but don’t move anymore
And it’s so sad to see the world agree
That they’d rather see their faces fill with flies
All when I’d want to keep white roses in their eyes
