A time lapse of Natalie; one photo taken (as near as possible to) every day from her birth until the age of ten.
RELATED: Noah’s six-year time lapse.
Via the GrindTV blog:
It’s been a couple weeks since Andy Irons’ memorial gathering on Kauai, and images are still trickling out. While there are hundreds of beautiful shots from that very emotional day, the magnitude of this single shot taken at sundown is tough to match.
We’re not sure who snapped this photo of the sunset that day, but the cloud photographed looks a lot like a surfer soul-arching his way through the sky, baggy shorts and all, as if waving goodbye.
The image was posted by Sunny Garcia on his twitter account with the tease, “Check out this photo taken on the day of Andy’s service.”
Real? Photoshop? Andy? Menehune? Probably doesn’t matter. It’s Kauai. My grandfather and his brothers had some great stories from that rock, I tell ya. Cheecken skin, brah.
NEWSWEEK takes a tour through the just-released archives of David Foster Wallace. Included in the collection are some of his teaching materials, some heavily annotated books from his personal library, an unfinished novel called The Pale King, and a creative writing assignment about an anthropomorphic tea kettle he penned when he was nine.
While many children are capable of conjuring imaginative tales, the grade-school Wallace has an unusual empathy for the adult double-bind of finding purpose in a job that also brings misery. The kettle hopes that a solution (“I come to you for advice”) may be found through the act of writing. All of this, heartbreakingly, is reminiscent of Wallace himself, the MacArthur-winning author of complex but emotionally gripping fictions such as Infinite Jest, who, after a lifetime spent battling depression, committed suicide in 2008.
Be sure to click the interactive link for a closer look at these remains.
Some shots from an awesome Thanksgiving weekend on the central coast of California.
The Sound of Thunder
by Ray Bradbury (b. 1920; d. 2012)
The sign on the wall seemed to quaver under a film of sliding warm water. Eckels felt his eyelids blink over his stare, and the sign burned in this momentary darkness: [click to continue…]
My like-minded buddy Farzan Nemat is an excellent furniture designer, producing all his pieces on the Golden Ratio and Fibonacci Principle. He’s got some killer new pieces over in his store. Check ’em out.
The legend Rod Serling with Robby the Robot, who made an appearance in the Twilight Zone episodes “Uncle Simon“, “The Brain Center at Whipples“, and “One for the Angels“.
TIMELY AND RELATED: Robby played alongside Leslie Nielsen in “Forbidden Planet“.
We’ve lost a great one. Leslie Nielsen has died at 84.
The laughs that he gave us were in their own genre. From Airplane! to Police Squad to the Naked Gun series, nobody did deadpan like that guy. I’ll never be able to look at his face without laughing. Not even if I was at the funeral.
For some obscure Nielsen, do yourself a favor and re-watch The Reluctant Astronaut with Don Knotts from 1967. Nielsen plays Major Fred Gifford, an experienced astronaut next to Knotts’ buffoon. While not intended to be funny then, Leslie’s Gifford still carries that same Drebinesque humor that kills me every time. One of those things that indeed gets better with age.
The Cold Side
by Jace Daniel (b. 1969)
Back to the stake, hands and ankles bound behind me by unburnable chains, I had to admire the hooded one’s skill. An artist of great restraint, an effective minimalist, he started the fire masterfully small, taking extra care that carbon monoxide poisoning or suffocation would not interfere with inevitable heatstroke, shock, loss of blood, or simple thermal disposition of my body parts.
The progression began at my calves at the fall of the torch. Skin lifted from flesh as the flames strolled up the back of my trousers, an unfamiliar smell quickly buried by the pain that greeted my thighs and hands. I planned my escape to the sky as the mutating inferno’s orange tongues licked my forearms, embracing my torso, squeezing the screams from my upper chest through my lips before swallowing my eyes.
Then I woke up and flipped the pillow over.
