Loose and casual graphic-blogging with random thoughts and links to interesting things.
In the course of debating whether or not to quit Tumblr, I have discovered a crucial factor. You can use any RSS reader (I prefer Netvibes) to follow any Tumblr account by tacking /rss to the end of the URL for any account you follow. Badda-bing, it’s that simple.
In the Minus column: you can’t ♥ the posts you like. The people you follow not only lose a follower, they don’t know which posts you like best. Now what? Well, with enough people like me following posts but never sharing love, regular contributors will starve to death. This is my war of attrition against Yahoo, and if attritive wars weren’t so freakin’ effective, I wouldn’t rely on them.
various - Seven Minutes
A couple fitness trainers have developed a “scientifically perfect” interval training routine. You work out for 30 seconds, with 10-second breaks, going through exercises in a specific order, working out as hard as you can and using only a chair and a wall.
I assembled a cheap little MP3 of twelve song clips to work out with, so during the breaks I can refer to the chart (in the article I linked to). As long as the song’s playing, you just work out as hard as you can.
Trying my hand at freehand sketches. I have poor discipline, but once in a while I get the urge to practice drawing. There are many things I wish I could render in illustration (mainly because they are too perverse to ask anyone else to do for me), but I don’t feel the restless urge to spend hours at this task, even though that’s the only way to improve.
Still, I have fun with sketches.
It came! It arrived! Just in time for… well, her birthday’s in two months, so let’s say that. The fine artist at Our Valued Customers was doing commissions, so I ordered one. Who’s this for?
My wife and I have a game: I ask her, “What is best in life?” and she gets the answer slightly wrong. It’s like playing movie trivia with a spambot: her response is mostly accurate but run through a thesaurus filter. Pictured is one of the best responses she’s provided.
I’m deeply grateful to Mr. Tim for his fine work. Rebecca is tickled beyond description and showing it off on Facebook. Cue: deep envy from across the nation.
“I’m a feminist, and God knows I’m loyal to my sex, and you must remember that from my very early days, when this city was scarcely safe from buffaloes, I was in the struggle for equal rights for women. But when we paraded through the catcalls of men and when we chained ourselves to lampposts to try to get our equality — dear child, we didn’t foresee those female writers.”
We just stumbled upon these guys at the Raven Bar (Cork, Ireland), had no idea they were famous. This is Rattlesnake County, or pieces thereof: it’s the tradition in which various musicians show up and jam together, something I’d kinda like to see in my own city.