They sit so quietly, so grumpily, just desks away from you... all that time, all those particularly awkward high-fives in the rest room (note to self: fewer high-fives). And then, just like that, you find out they've been working intensely on projects that have nothing to do with you. Yes, our beloved assistant designer Mike Force has created an entire grumpy, caustic, funny universe, called Hawk Town. Seriously, it's good. Watch the bizarrely hypnotic episode below.
Weiner wrung some good storylines out of Sal, and he was a likable character (well-played by Batt, who one hopes has made something of a name for himself). But this is actually pretty good news for those of us expecting more great things from the show.
Electric cars are quiet like ninjas and ten times as deadly. But mainly, just superquiet. This study found that people can generally hear conventional cars from 28 feet away, but can only detect hybrid cars in battery mode at 7 feet—or one second—away. To prevent happy-go-lucky new hybrid owners from indiscriminately crushing cyclists and passersby, some models are now being outfitted with artificial motor noises to alert people of their presence.
Mechanical noises aren’t the only sounds available for download and application. “Cartones” are customizable sounds you can purchase for your eco-ride to let people know something heavy is heading their way. Some legal kinks—like debate over whether the sound should be playing all the time—still need to be ironed out before they can be made available to the public. Congress is currently working on a Pedestrian Safety Act that would set a minimum and maximum noise level for all motor vehicles.
We look forward to having a car that plays nothing but William Shatner covers (just watch the video below, ok? You won't be sorry).
Think about it—if California gives Mexico the money. Not "Hey, you take care of them, these are your citizens." No. Not at all.
We pay them to build the prison down in Mexico. And then we have those undocumented immigrants down there in prison. It would halve the costs to build the prison and run the prison. We could save a billion dollars right there that could go into higher education.
Mackey has introduced a program whereby employee discounts will be set up on a sliding scale, based on individual metrics of health: smoking, cholesterol, and most problematically, body mass index (BMI). Seriously. The standard company-wide discount is 20 percent off, but if you qualify for "platinum" level fitness (you know, like this guy), you'll get 30 percent off. One of the main reasons behind the program is to drive down company health insurance costs—and to make fat people feel shame and guilt, adding to their already life-long cycle of same.
The money quote, from the Daily News article:
Employees at two Manhattan stores weren't aware of the perk and said it sounded too far-fetched to be true. "They don't do such things," said 27-year-old Junior, one of several who requested his last name be withheld for fear of being fired.
Watch your back, Junior.
You'll have to sit through about 30 seconds of some dopey Of Montreal jam thing (during which you may notice that Kevin Barnes is dressed an awful lot like Ali G), but then you get to watch Susan Sarandon awkwardly spank a couple dudes dressed like pigs. It's embarrassing, all of it. And for the record? Team Tim. [Stereogum]
During last Friday night's Clooney-organized "Hope for Haiti" telethon, Justin Timberlake teamed up with songwriter Matt Morris for a rendition of "Hallelujah," the Leonard Cohen song that was popularized by a combination of Jeff Buckley, John Cale, Rufus Wainright, Shrek, and, um, Jason Castro. It was, as far as covers of "Hallelujah" go, not great, with tag-team (and probably barely rehearsed) vocals occasionally obscuring what is simply one of the most effective melodies in the history of popular song. Anyway, it's number one on iTunes now, so your mom and your 13-year-old niece/cousin probably bought it, which is nice, because now you can totally get them to like Leonard Cohen. Or at least Jason Castro. Now take a moment and be grateful that it wasn't this.
As opposed to the amateur recordings often distributed within the performing arts industry, OntheBoards.tv videos are shot and recorded by professionals, making this not only a great marketing device for artists, but also a potentially revolutionary venue for archiving performances that have very limited runs at very small venues. Of course, it also raises the whole "original vs. copy", "live vs. recording" debate, but this is a much-needed resource for performing artists that's been a long time coming. (Playgoer)
(photo credit: Stacey Collins)
In an interview with Il Giornale Divicenza, CEO Alberto Zamperla reportedly announces his plans to name the new amusement park after one of Coney's most storied (along with Dreamland and Steeplechase), which operated from 1903 to 1944, when fire destroyed most of it. (I can't confirm the article actually says this; I took Italian in high school, but not enough to read newspapers many years later. I do know the lede is about how happy the news will make Woody Allen.)
Because why not, Haaretz visits with Alice Herz-Sommer, 106, of a prominent Jewish family from Prague and then Israel. She is, we are informed, "the last person alive who knew Kafka personally," which we're going to sit quietly and think about for a minute.
Franz? Oh yes, Franz, her brother-in-law's friend:
Well, Washington D.C.'s plas-tax went into effect on the first of this month. And, to no one's surprise, it's already working: the Washington Post talks to grocery store managers who report giving out half as many plastic bags, or fewer, than usual. (The Post story is focused on the inconvenience and big-gubment interventionism of the bag tax, but that's the false populism of the Metro section human interest story for you.)
In late 2008,
then-mayor Mike Bloomberg proposed a bag tax to make up for precipitous shortfalls in the city's budget; the City Council killed the bill, anonymous Councilmen telling the Daily News that this eminently avoidable surcharge represented a "tax on working people" and a "tax on food." How they feel about the litter collecting in gutters, along fences and in vacant lots in my working-class City Council district—and the taxes required to pay the people who clean it up—remains an open question.
Earnhart, a former producer at Miramax, has taken his time with the project, using numerous workshops, technological seminars, and an Edward Albee Playwrighting Residency to get his theater chops back up to snuff (he was a Shakespearean actor in college). Though the world premiere is not exactly around the corner, a sneak peak (and NYC premiere) of this multi-media experience is happening at the Ohio Theater through January 30. Tickets were very tough to come by and finally given with this caveat: No critic is permitted to review the play in any way whatsoever. So...
I like how most of the review is basically "It's not as good as Pervert's…
I don't know man - Dip > 25 Bucks
Ludicrous overreach!! How did this make it past an editor??