Now, this is how to build infill.
Postmodern house with offputting alumin(i)um siding
The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2004.04.26 16:38. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. The permanent link is: https://blog.fawny.org/2004/04/26/photos-siding/
The blue tarpaulin as eraser of convenience-store history
The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2004.04.26 16:14. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. The permanent link is: https://blog.fawny.org/2004/04/26/photos-tarpaulin/
Are you dumb enough to shoot for Esquire?
The increasingly desperate Esquire, already tedious for its endless cheesecake photography and tutorials on how to dress like Dennis Quaid in Far from Heaven, now proposes you hand over your work for free. “Man at his best”?
Esquire is looking for a few good celebrity photos. But not the kind of slick images we normally publish. No, we’re looking for moments you’ve captured with your own camera (cell phone, digital, or otherwise) within the past year…. If we select your photos, you will be credited.
But not, curiously enough, paid.
Are we done yet, though?
All submissions become the property of Esquire and will not be returned.
It’s not like I’m stupid or something: You can have my photographs when you prise them from my cold, dead hands, or when you negotiate a paid limited-use license that respects my authorial copyright, whichever comes first.
Esquire is, by its publisher’s admission, profitable:
After years of red ink, with one executive at the company saying that the magazine lost over $10 million a year a decade ago, Esquire finally eked out a low-six-figure profit last year, according to executives at Hearst Magazines, of which Esquire is part.
No doubt Bruce Mau acolytes will sign right up, since, to a starfucker, Esquire’s pitch sounds like a golden opportunity. But as I like to put it, “Let somebody else fuck the star.”
The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2004.04.25 18:22. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. The permanent link is: https://blog.fawny.org/2004/04/25/esquire/
Rudy’s Bug
The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2004.04.25 17:53. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. The permanent link is: https://blog.fawny.org/2004/04/25/photos-bug/
Manly hand-dryer instructions
The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2004.04.25 17:16. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. The permanent link is: https://blog.fawny.org/2004/04/25/type-dryer/
The crown of Biturbos
The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2004.04.25 17:10. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. The permanent link is: https://blog.fawny.org/2004/04/25/photos-biturbo/
Brutalist Audi TT fuel-filler caps
The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2004.04.25 16:54. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. The permanent link is: https://blog.fawny.org/2004/04/25/photos-tt/
Gmail cracked by trodding the boards!
We already know it’s an inaccessible mess, but now a humorist and theatre publicist has cracked Gmail’s security.
Still convinced your ways are better, Google?
The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2004.04.25 10:18. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. The permanent link is: https://blog.fawny.org/2004/04/25/gmail/
Heavily-punctuated songs
An ongoing list of song lyrics that mandatorily employ a great deal of punctuation.
The issue here is that some candidates, as with many overdetermined Bad Religion numbers, are simply run-on sentences, viz. “Pessimistic Lines”: “My pessimistic lines, your superstitious lives, and the modern age’s lies won’t absolve you, and the professorial truth, and the dear clairvoyant youth (and, of course, the nightly news) will deceive you.” I’ll try to exclude those.
Then there is the issue of quotations within songs, which can be rendered without quotation marks but really ought not. These are perhaps a cheap and ready-made source, but I am hardly above such things.
And you may vehemently disagree with my use of commas. Yeah, that’d be typical.
- “The Rose” (absolutely nothing beats this one)
- Just remember: In the winter, far beneath the driven snow, lies the seed that, with the sun’s love, in the spring becomes the rose.
- “S.O.S.”
- So, when you’re near me, darling, can’t you hear me? S.O.S.
- “Don’t Dream It’s Over”
- Hey, now, hey, now, don’t dream it’s over.
- “Jackie”
- I remember the day the young man came, said “Your Jackie’s gone. He got lost in the rain.” And I ran to the beach and laid me down. “You’re all wrong, I said,” and they stared at the sand. “That man knows that sea like the back of his hand. He’ll be back sometime – laughing at you.”
- “Underwhelmed”
- She said “You is funny.” I said “ ‘You are funny.’ ” She said “Thank you” and I said “Never mind.” She rolled her eyes – her beautiful eyes.
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The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2004.04.23 19:56. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. The permanent link is: https://blog.fawny.org/2004/04/23/punct/