I’m a collector of sorts

Found Magazine

This Source is a magazine based on junk that people find. Everyday there is a new “Find” featured on the webpage, typically scrawled pictures of robots battling other by little kids (above is daily “Find” for Nov. 13th). Found Magazine collects “anything that gives a glimpse into someone else’s life” and also operates a sister website called Dirty FOUND for naughty finds.

You can buy individual issues of magazines or themed books. It’s pretty neat for fellow packrats.
Just passing it along.

Slaughterhouse 2.0

I bought a bunny as a house pet once and it died nine days later from some kind of nervous condition. I sat and watched it convulse on the living room floor, crying, unsure of what to do. I couldn’t touch it, really. I couldn’t touch what I believed was the sacred death of an animal. And then I buried it in the backyard.

Utne Reader

I cry when I see dead animals. I eat meat though–I try mostly not to, but I do. I try to buy conscientiously too. I like to know where my meat and fish comes from (and the answer is not the grocery store). But I was still a little struck by Utne Reader’s account of a woman (“Blood and Guts”) who farms and slaughters her own meat (typically turkey) in her small backyard.

Googleschmoogle

hardwaresphere.com

The not so highly anticipated T-Mobile G1 phone reportedly has been said to carry a bug that virtually transformed plain words into root commands to the phone. This meant that texting and searching became potential commands to your phone to turn off or reboot, WIRED reports:

Some users of T-Mobile’s G1 phone found that typing any word on the phone’s keyboard — in any application — sent whatever they typed to the phone’s command line shell.

Surprise her with 10″!

Courtesy BBC

My love-hate relationship with the internet is simple. On one hand, it’s open source, ready, and plain awesome–mind bogglingly entertaining and occasionally educational. But it’s also the most god forsaken land of bad advertising I’ve ever encountered. I take spam emails for what they’re worth (a good laugh), typically waving to them politely as I move the arrow up to intensify my junk filters… but recently, and entirely too often, my junk mail is not from adult friend finders or penis enhancement “herbal remedies,” they are from your two-bit shitty band.

While I’m sure your band isn’t shitty, I’m, quite frankly, pretty damn tired of being ceaselessly marketed and advertised to (The election is over and I’ve filtered all the porn out of my email. I’m trying to enjoy the few years of cyber peace I have until 2012.) with “personalized” messages from bands who know me so well that they forget that I’m a blog-nerd with a lust for synthesized music and all things R5.

Author Unknown

We don’t ask them
do not implore them
do not wonder aloud.
Not without speech, without symbols
not without their public souls.
We don’t trust them
do not withstand them
do not whisper sensually.
Not without rhythm, without meter
not without their secret bodies.

They are small, minimal and dense.
They are the radio.

Granitegrok.com

Prop 8 accepted by California voters

Gaywired.com

California voters yesterday voted to pass Prop 8 which would re-institute a ban on gay marriage in that state. Advocate and chief strategist, Jeff Flint, of the proposition said that the bill opened the eyes to Californians and “broadened” their view on the larger implications of gay marriage, especially concerning children.

The LATimes reported:

A measure to once again ban gay marriage in California was passed by voters in Tuesday’s election, throwing into doubt the unions of an estimated 18,000 same-sex couples who wed during the last 4 1/2 months.

Flint said of his victory

I think the voters were thinking, well, if it makes them happy, why shouldn’t we let gay couples get married. And I think we made them realize that there are broader implications to society and particularly the children when you make that fundamental change that’s at the core of how society is organized, which is marriage,”

Election Night

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4:00p.m. I take my younger brother’s friend to vote with me. We vote at my elementary school and I see a bunch of people I knew growing up and I wonder if everyone already knows who I’m voting for. I’m young and have a facial piercing so I’m pretty sure they already get it.

Google.com

There’s a line when I get out of the booth. The kid who showed me to the room was wearing a Kate Harper pin and I’m half tempted to show him some of the mobile numbers I’ve been getting texted to my phone. I vote for four democrats and realize I don’t know who the rest of them are so I just hit straight ticket.

That was kind of weird.

I get home and my Mom agrees to maybe have a beer with me if Obama wins.

Dear Pennsyltucky,

You lose.

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Love,
your metropolitan neighbors