Artist Melissa Gould replaces New York City’s street and palce names with those from Berlin in an exercise to view 1930’s New York if the Nazis had defeated teh U.S. The map, called Neu York, may load slowly.
Its an attractive map with a unique perspective. Via filterfine.
I think someone abandoned their car in front of our house. Its not that bad of a car, but the front is smashed up a bit and its parked haphazardly. I’m starting to imagine ways that it may have been crashed. Like hitting a cop car while fleeing a bank heist.
I may call about it if it hasn’t been moved by Thursday, but I’ll be very tempted to see if its unlocked and if there is anything cool inside. Like a garage door opener.
update 12/8:
The owner of the car appears to be the family down the hill that parked their POS explorer in front of our mailbox for the duration of the snow storm. We didn’t get any mail for nearly a week! Anyway, they have a new explorer-esqe vehicle, and this appears to be the daughter’s car. I would have asked if they planned on parking there long term, but Barley charged out to see what was going on while she was getting stuff out of the trunk. After that, she got into the beast (OR license 986 BBB;) and drove off.
After I got home from the dog park with Barley, I started to eat some wounded gingerbread men. Looking out the window, I was amazed to find the back yard full of birds. The cherry tree alone had juncos, chickadees, a flicker, a downy woodpecker, a house sparrow, and a scrub jay in it all at once. I tried to take pictures of it as quickly as I could, but the scrub jay flew away.
I used photoshop to sloppily paste images of the tree together, but the zoom on my camera, the varying angles at which the images were shot, and the upcoming final presentation for my Geographic Thought class all led to a rather large, blurry, and far-from-stellar image. I don’t recommend looking at it unless you’re on broadband.
I just deleted comment spam from Mt. Angel Oktoberfest. It was in a relevant post about the festival, but jeez, it was like a full page ad.
I’m reading a book that has been deemed important to the discipline of cartography, and I’m loathing it. The writing style is excessive and whimsical to the point where I forget the point somewhere mid-sentence. I read a few sentences to Michelle, who felt the author had never taken a legal writing course. I checked Amazon’s reviews of the volume, and found that others felt the same way about the long lists of examples ending in ellipses. But I imagine the author’s own children may also take issue with his writing style:
“For 17 years I have supported their growth and participated in their development, helping them turn from mewling, all-but-helpless infants incapable of controlling their sphincters into the assertive and all but autonomous hulks who last summer roamed on their own around Manhattan.”
How embarrassing to have your father refer to your sphincter. The scary part is, I can almost see myself writing this way. I’ll try not to.
People please – I’m trying to listen to The Inner Mountain Flame. If you keep interrupting me with work, I’ll never finish the first song.
This was too damn cute not to be a holiday card. So the season’s best to everyone from the Portland Freeds. Er, the West Portland Freeds.
We just finished putting up our new LED christmas lights. They use 80% less energy and the diodes are rated for 200,000 hours. Assuming the cords don’t break, we’re set for a long time.
I also helped my parents put up their new red LED christmas lights. They’ve been using the same strings of red C7 bulbs for nearly 20 years, and the same decorating scheme for the same. In fact, I’ve helped my dad put up the lights for most of those years. Some years we couldn’t find red replacements so we’d spray-paint clear bulbs red.
Anyway, the dilemma now is what to do with those old strings of lights. Give them away? Or remove them from use? They’re quite inefficient, but by giving them away we’re at least preventing the purchase of more. But hey – 20 years is a pretty good stint for christmas lights.
Addendum:
It just turned dark enough for the new LED lights to be appreciable. In contrast to the small incandescent bulbs, they’re rather blue and dim. Michelle is kind of disappointed because they “lack warmth”, but that’s exactly why they save energy – they aren’t producing heat. I think they’re beautiful, but we could work on twisting them to line up better.
There is little in the world that rivals the joy of an authentic Flowbee® haircut. The relaxing hum of the vacuum, the airy massage of your hair being lifted, as if by magic, the simple snip of rapidly oscillating blades. And afterwards, a generic, repeatable, and inoffensive haircut that only costs you 30 minutes of your time and much of your wife’s dignity. And that’s without posting pictures of it on the internets.
This is actually the second Flowbee my family has owned. They still have the original pre-Wayne’s World Suck-Cut model. It still works, and they’re offering it to me. The new one is much quicker, and was kind of scary. It cuts faster, and my hair was longer than the attachment I had selected. But its done. And the only remaining problem is the tangle of neck hair that someone who really cares for you will trim.
So on this Thanksgiving, I’m thankful for a free hair cut, family who will help trim my neck, and a wife that puts up with me. And the internets to share all this on.
I’ve seen a couple maps of Springfield over the years in various games and such, but none so amazing as this compilation of Springfield. I’m quite astounded by the detail and just generally by the layout of the town. Its different than I imagined. And more city-like.