Legacy of Letters from Luca Barcellona on Vimeo.
SO much better than being a grain merchant.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
He must've killed at Jenga.
This incredible hand-lettering artist in Barcelona caught my eye. Incredible control & steady hands. Watching him makes me feel like I'm watching a medieval sign-maker.
SO much better than being a grain merchant.
SO much better than being a grain merchant.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Social networking gets into bed.
Discovered a very special web app via Twitter.
Bedposted.com.
It's for SEX. Complete with PARTNER LOGINS.
Set aside the jokes about "user interface" and "plug-ins" for a sec.
I can see this being an amusing app for curious couples and swingin' singles. (Or, curious singles and swingin' couples.)
I mean, if you want to submit that kind of personal info online, I'm presuming this is NOT Google-searchable.
But...
That field marked "name" is a little worrisome.
Can you honestly not recall your partners within the last month?
Week?
Do you really need a spreadsheet to track your sex habits?
heh, spreadsheet.
If so, mazeltov. I'm sure you're having a great time.
I also hope you're registered here, if applicable - or at least have a great doctor to keep you kosher.
Bedposted.com.
It's for SEX. Complete with PARTNER LOGINS.
Set aside the jokes about "user interface" and "plug-ins" for a sec.
I can see this being an amusing app for curious couples and swingin' singles. (Or, curious singles and swingin' couples.)
I mean, if you want to submit that kind of personal info online, I'm presuming this is NOT Google-searchable.
But...
That field marked "name" is a little worrisome.
Can you honestly not recall your partners within the last month?
Week?
Do you really need a spreadsheet to track your sex habits?
heh, spreadsheet.
If so, mazeltov. I'm sure you're having a great time.
I also hope you're registered here, if applicable - or at least have a great doctor to keep you kosher.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Tough Love.
Valentine's: the day "Hallmark" becomes a dirty word.
What's the big deal?
Why are people so passionately anti-Valentine's Day?
Type "anti valentine's" into Google, and you'll find there was a V-day protest in India this year. (I didn't even know they recognized Valentine's.) In undergrad, my friends once celebrated anti-Valentine's by smashing black roses frozen with liquid nitrogen. Yay chem lab nerds.
The party line seems to be something like:"We conciously don't celebrate, 365 days to show love, we're all anti-Hallmark-Holiday" (found here). Some Utah teens are saying pretty much the same thing. And UK's New Scientist Magazine has some intelligent words on the matter.
Hell, even Bacardi Rum is capitalizing on all the bitterness with a "Shred Your Ex" bar promotion.
This may be the one holiday when ads and culture intersect with the most ANGER.
But we live in a media-savvy society.
Since when do you do ANYTHING just because an ad tells you to?
If you really feel your relationship is at stake because of some flowers or chocolates, you have bigger problems.
And I think you may be doing it to yourselves.
I'm looking to you, Culture, and especially you, Society. You both should be pushing back against Ads in a more constructive manner.
Here's my advice: If you're so against it, quit bitchin' and REINVENT it. Don't let anyone else's bitterness, or advertising, define your holiday or your happiness.
Reposted from my other blog:
I always thought it was weird how so many people have an aversion to Valentine's Day. My family celebrated it as a day to remind everyone you love in your life, that you love them. So I'd cut out some construction paper hearts and decorate the house with Mom. Get chocolates and sign valentines for my family & friends. Get flowers for the dinner table. If I had a crush, he'd get a special card. See, we celebrated all kinds of love, not just a significant other.
When I went to college, I was deeply confused why so many people were bitter over a holiday dedicated to the people you love. It wasn't until someone sat down and explained to me the agony of being date-less on V-day in high school, or enduring sappy couples in restaurants. Or how some people see the red hearts and chocolates and flowers as insults, accusations, reminders of loneliness, artificial emotion, or just lies.
Damn. People got issues with Valentine's. But I don't let that change me, and I refuse to feel bad celebrating in front of other people. They're the ones who are mistaken. This is NOT a "date" holiday. It's a love holiday, and there are many different kinds of love.
Love.
Parting gifts:
1) V-Day by the numbers, a collection of Valentine's Day statistics.
2) a funny V-Day chart for dudes. (closer look HERE)
What's the big deal?
Why are people so passionately anti-Valentine's Day?
Type "anti valentine's" into Google, and you'll find there was a V-day protest in India this year. (I didn't even know they recognized Valentine's.) In undergrad, my friends once celebrated anti-Valentine's by smashing black roses frozen with liquid nitrogen. Yay chem lab nerds.
The party line seems to be something like:"We conciously don't celebrate, 365 days to show love, we're all anti-Hallmark-Holiday" (found here). Some Utah teens are saying pretty much the same thing. And UK's New Scientist Magazine has some intelligent words on the matter.
Hell, even Bacardi Rum is capitalizing on all the bitterness with a "Shred Your Ex" bar promotion.
This may be the one holiday when ads and culture intersect with the most ANGER.
But we live in a media-savvy society.
Since when do you do ANYTHING just because an ad tells you to?
If you really feel your relationship is at stake because of some flowers or chocolates, you have bigger problems.
And I think you may be doing it to yourselves.
I'm looking to you, Culture, and especially you, Society. You both should be pushing back against Ads in a more constructive manner.
Here's my advice: If you're so against it, quit bitchin' and REINVENT it. Don't let anyone else's bitterness, or advertising, define your holiday or your happiness.
Reposted from my other blog:
I always thought it was weird how so many people have an aversion to Valentine's Day. My family celebrated it as a day to remind everyone you love in your life, that you love them. So I'd cut out some construction paper hearts and decorate the house with Mom. Get chocolates and sign valentines for my family & friends. Get flowers for the dinner table. If I had a crush, he'd get a special card. See, we celebrated all kinds of love, not just a significant other.
When I went to college, I was deeply confused why so many people were bitter over a holiday dedicated to the people you love. It wasn't until someone sat down and explained to me the agony of being date-less on V-day in high school, or enduring sappy couples in restaurants. Or how some people see the red hearts and chocolates and flowers as insults, accusations, reminders of loneliness, artificial emotion, or just lies.
Damn. People got issues with Valentine's. But I don't let that change me, and I refuse to feel bad celebrating in front of other people. They're the ones who are mistaken. This is NOT a "date" holiday. It's a love holiday, and there are many different kinds of love.
Love.
Parting gifts:
1) V-Day by the numbers, a collection of Valentine's Day statistics.
2) a funny V-Day chart for dudes. (closer look HERE)
Friday, February 13, 2009
Monday, January 5, 2009
Pepsi: Plagiarism?
The new Pepsi logo has looked like this since October.
It's really not their fault it looks rather like Obama's logo.
But now, Pepsi's campaign also looks suspiciously familiar.
Obama:
PEPSI:
Dare we say, borrowed interest?
Why is Pepsi's campaign piggybacking on the election? Is it some kind of status symbol? I've read the news, so I get that a lot of this is about catering to us Millennials. But Chiat, I know you can do better than copy someone else's ads. Please, show us it's true.
And I won't even bother to quote what some say about the new bottle contours.
It's really not their fault it looks rather like Obama's logo.
But now, Pepsi's campaign also looks suspiciously familiar.
Obama:
PEPSI:
Dare we say, borrowed interest?
Why is Pepsi's campaign piggybacking on the election? Is it some kind of status symbol? I've read the news, so I get that a lot of this is about catering to us Millennials. But Chiat, I know you can do better than copy someone else's ads. Please, show us it's true.
And I won't even bother to quote what some say about the new bottle contours.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
A Present. For You!
Nokia disposes of your annoying digital clutter in a highly satisfying manner. Like shooting that life-sucking powerpoint through a ring of fire.
Upload docs and destroy, here.
(if you're wary of uploading, sacrificial docs are available on website)
Just delightful.
Upload docs and destroy, here.
(if you're wary of uploading, sacrificial docs are available on website)
Just delightful.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Happy Nothing
Bah, humbug.
I just want to get this off my chest. A little rant about the holiday that dare not speak its name.
I'm amazed at how uncomfortable people are, saying anything other than "Happy Holidays." Perhaps it's only in California. It's not just the check-out cashiers and the public transit operators. Everyone at work has been correcting themselves.
"Merry Christma - I mean..."
"Happy Hanukkah, oh whoops."
Except for my closest friends, everyone I know - or run into on the street - seems to be self-editing this one greeting. It's the PC thing to say, presumably because it's intended to be non-offensive.
But you know what? I think I'm offended by Happy Holidays.
I think it represents everything that's wrong with American pop culture: the generic-ization of everything (I know, not a word, but the meaning's clear). Why do we stumble so over a simple wish of good cheer?
My international friends say it's like the wal-mart of holiday greetings. Bland, timid, trying to please everyone, but completely lacking in real information and personality. "hey, have a happy whatever-you-happen-to-celebrate, I'm so worried about offending your sensibilities." And if that's what we're communicating, that's ridiculous. And empty.
In a country where we have the freedom to celebrate whatever we wish, we should be wishing each other exactly what we mean. I want people to wish me a Happy Hanukkah. A Happy Kwaanza. A Happy Epiphany. A Merry Solstice. Dare I say it, a Merry Christmas.
Whatever season you celebrate, I want to hear it.
I want to hear who you really are.
Otherwise, this seasonal silliness is analogous to the racial fallacy of being colorblind. We should be celebrating the things that make us unique, not trying to erase them.
Lest we run the risk of losing the meaning entirely.
I just want to get this off my chest. A little rant about the holiday that dare not speak its name.
I'm amazed at how uncomfortable people are, saying anything other than "Happy Holidays." Perhaps it's only in California. It's not just the check-out cashiers and the public transit operators. Everyone at work has been correcting themselves.
"Merry Christma - I mean..."
"Happy Hanukkah, oh whoops."
Except for my closest friends, everyone I know - or run into on the street - seems to be self-editing this one greeting. It's the PC thing to say, presumably because it's intended to be non-offensive.
But you know what? I think I'm offended by Happy Holidays.
I think it represents everything that's wrong with American pop culture: the generic-ization of everything (I know, not a word, but the meaning's clear). Why do we stumble so over a simple wish of good cheer?
My international friends say it's like the wal-mart of holiday greetings. Bland, timid, trying to please everyone, but completely lacking in real information and personality. "hey, have a happy whatever-you-happen-to-celebrate, I'm so worried about offending your sensibilities." And if that's what we're communicating, that's ridiculous. And empty.
In a country where we have the freedom to celebrate whatever we wish, we should be wishing each other exactly what we mean. I want people to wish me a Happy Hanukkah. A Happy Kwaanza. A Happy Epiphany. A Merry Solstice. Dare I say it, a Merry Christmas.
Whatever season you celebrate, I want to hear it.
I want to hear who you really are.
Otherwise, this seasonal silliness is analogous to the racial fallacy of being colorblind. We should be celebrating the things that make us unique, not trying to erase them.
Lest we run the risk of losing the meaning entirely.
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