I spotted this sign in the entrance to my friend's apartment building.
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I'm quoted in a Reuters article.
New Yorker Matthew Rodriguez, a marketing professional with a video-game firm and a blogger, frequently sketched maps to get around his East Village neighborhood."My friends mocked me," he said, for being a digital professional who lacked a GPS smartphone.
He got a smartphone. But when he knows he will be in an area with poor reception, he will map his route on paper.
Previously, I was mentioned in a New York Times article about Gilt Groupe. Next stop: US Magazine.
Kellogg School of Management professor Lauren Rivera went undercover and got herself hired at an exclusive Manhattan nightclub to study how bouncers determine who gets past the velvet ropes and who gets excluded.
Sometimes the final call boiled down to details as minor as the type of watch that adorned a man’s wrist. Bouncers weighed each cue differently. Social network mattered most, gender followed. For example, a young woman in jeans stood a higher chance of entrance than a well-dressed man. And an elegantly dressed black man stood little chance of getting in unless he knew someone special.
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GeoEye-1 satellite view of this year's Burning Man camping grounds. Looks so orderly and conformist.
The Economist examines the origins of our seemingly contemporary fascination with acronyms. For the LOLs and WTFs, it appears "we can thank the military, the New Deal and the physical sciences."
Intellectualizing Internet memes and net-speak FTW.
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Spotted this sign on the window of a bicycle rental store.
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Christmas decorations already on display for sale at Kmart in Astor Place.
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According to Bloomberg News, back in July, Apple CEO Steve Jobs was reportedly stopped by airport security for carrying ninja throwing stars as he tried to board his private plane at Kansai International Airport near Osaka, Japan.
Confronted by airport security, Jobs reportedly said it wouldn't make sense for a person to try to hijack his own plane. He then told officials he would never visit Japan again
Maybe something was lost in translation (PUN INTENDED) and I'm not sure if I completely believe this story, but I hope it's true.
[Hat tip: @tcarmody]
I mentioned previously that I had a small contribution to Kris Harzinski’s book "From Here to There" (Get it on sale at Amazon).
The author asked me to participate and give a short 10 minute talk this Wednesday, September 15 at the New York Public Library for an event (it's a Flavorpill Daily Dose Pick!) about this book and project. If you're free this Wednesday at 6 PM, come see me and say hi. Details here.
This past weekend I headed to West Virginia for Clay's bachelor party. I've known Clay since freshman year of high school! Hat tip to Jay for a lot of these photos below which I'm permanently borrowing for this entry.
We left early on Saturday morning to get to River Riders to do white water rafting. Their lodge had quite a few Crocs, footwear perfect for Fashion Week, for sale.
Ben noticed that they also sold non-alcoholic beer, specifically non-alcoholic Busch. As we discussed, if you're going to drink non-alcoholic beer then why on god's name would you drink Busch?
Clay is PUMPED while Patrick is serene about the prospect of rafting. Before heading out though, they made everyone watch this instructional/warning video which basically scared the CRAP OUT OF US.
The bachelor of the weekend getting ready to get in the water.
Me hoisting the oars that we later were forced to use to fight one another to THE DEATH in an epic gladiatorial naval battle. Oh and also: I'M ON A BOAT!
Jay!
Oh my god, the water is SO EXTREME! LOOK AT THOSE CRAZY WAVES!
Patrick flipping his hair like a shampoo commercial after we all took a break.
Clay surrounded by the coolest dude friends in the world. That is a fact.
After an initial rockiness on the boats, we became pretty damn good. Look at us boating in the formation of awesomeness.
Clay and Ian floating down the river. They don't need no boat.
Extreme! Mountain Dew! Tony Hawk!
When we left to head back to the hotel-casino, we noticed these roadways signs saying: BBQ RIBS & CHICKEN. QUALITY HOTEL.
We were famished so we went to a restaurant at the casino. Chris ordered, no joke, two hamburgers and he successfully ate both.
After eating, everyone got the food-itis. And apparently a middle finger of camaraderie for me.
Hahaha. Clay caught me trying to sneak a up-close photo of him sleeping. I am so mature.
After getting our second wind, we headed to the race racks for some horse betting! Clay is loaded and ready.
A perfect dusk at the race track.
And the horses are off! I'd never bet on horses before and man, it's quite a lot of fun.
Joe, Patrick, a puzzled Chris, and Clay waiting for the next race.
News flash: Horses are freaking fast.
Hahaha. Once the horses were done, we headed inside to the casino.
Shots make me happy.
Shots makes us all happy (and Chris a little angry).
We got the late night munchies, so headed to the casino food court. As I started to take a photo of Jay, I noticed this cat in a Redskins jersey trying to photobomb it, so I assisted him and made sure he got all in the photo. This photo makes me laugh so much.
We then drunkenly returned to our hotel.
We played asshole. I was king once, made a decree, then passed out. I'm not sure if Clay is doing air quotes or bunny ears in this photo. Probably the latter.
Jay driving us back.
This was an excellent weekend with some fun people to celebrate one of the best guys in the world. Clay, congrats on your upcoming wedding to a very cool gal.
This past weekend a friend mentioned as an aside to me that he read this blog here of mine and the Sundance Channel's blog Sunfiltered which I also contribute to. I had no idea he was a reader. Apropos of nothing, I want to thank all of you who drop by here or Sunfiltered to read the tidbits I post. I never know quite what to say when you tell me you read my site other than to say "thank you" and awkwardly avoid eye contact, but I'm always bashfully honored that you would take time out of your busy schedule to include my bloggings and occasional rick rolling in your busy life. Over the years it's grown from a readership of two initially to thousands today because of your visits. If it weren't for you, I'd go extinct. As thanks, I give you the cutest little creature ever. If I could, I'd also treat all of you to the illest hair style ever.
By the end of the year residents and businesses in Chattanooga, Tennessee will have access to the fastest Internet service in the US with speeds up to approximately one gigabit per second. This is 200 times faster than current average Internet speeds. DROOL. Caveat: It will cost $350 per month but I'm sure that price will drop over time. Chattanooga. Who woulda thunk it?
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"The Cuban model doesn’t even work for us anymore."
Adam Sheffer describing what sounds like a dream job to me:
"One year, I was traveling back and forth to Paris so many times that the flight attendants recognized me."
Descartes in the 21st century.Business Insider reports someone in Google's marketing team tweeted that bed bugs have been discovered at Google's New York office in Chelsea. And someone in the comments claimed that they were also found at AmEx's building which hits a little too close to my office. In case you missed it, here's a recent New York Times article about how researchers and scientists basically don't know what to do about these blood thirsty critters.
[Hat tip: Melissa]
Fine, it's not the latest hack fix from Apple or AT&T. This is actually one prototype of many "acoustic listening devices developed for the Dutch army as part of air defense systems research between World Wars 1 and 2."
Fort Hood has one of the most gangsta street names ever with "Tank Destroyer Blvd." And on the other side of the spectrum there's the street I grew up on: Furrow Creek Road.
There are some other awesome street names mentioned in the comments over at Boing Boing.
That's a great looking bike.
Of course if I took this photo, I'd be pervy, but since it's snapped by The Sartorialist it's "artistic" and "street fashion photography."
