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this is pretty much my online scrapbook...
i'm going to try twittering again. here are my
photos. from time to time, i still write
here. and here is what i'm listening to right now.
someone in their car is jamming jesse mccartney on my street. REALLY loudly.
does this mean i can do that too?
the person who lives in apt 1b in my building has their amp on really loud and is wailing into a microphone. while unbearable in the entryway, now it’s echoing all the way upstairs to my apartment.
i can’t tell if it’s a boy or a girl.
reason #254834 i love sci-fi books. and SPACE. and freaking physics!
so neat.
“In the novel, Clarke envisions a microscopically thin but strong “hyperfilament” that makes the elevator possible. Although the hyperfilament is constructed from “continuous pseudo-one-dimensional diamond crystal” in the novel, Clarke later expressed his belief that another type of carbon, Buckminsterfullerene, would play the role of hyperfilament in a real space elevator.
The latest developments in carbon nanotube technology bring the orbital elevator closer to possible realization.”
arthur c. clarke, rip.
damn rats (via jakedobkin)
i know everyone’s seen this already, but some bits are new: #1, banksy’s piece covered one by katsu; they gave him a peace offering on the bottom left. and #2, it appears local artists are getting back on it.
anyways. tomorrow i’ll go out and see it all for myself.
one of my favorites i found yesterday.
“Sexual Healing” by Hot Chip originally by Marvin Gaye (posted by indieandyy)
(via Adam Lawrence)
new phone requires new ringtone: P.Y.T.
talibanny?
(update: she was talking about talabani, the president of iraq. thx, boutofcontext!)
she just winked? seriously.
also. sounds like bobby’s mom. bobbys world. yes.
i made it home to brooklyn with plenty of time before the debate. now if only i can make myself stay awake for 2 more hours…
so. tired.
there are like 100 italian tourists at the rest stop.
of course they were all smoking and drinking espresso. stereotyped to a T.
