Yacht Rock may be the greatest web TV miniseries ever created. At least in my opinion. And now, almost two years after the final episode, there is a new one, the official episode 11. (P.S. Language not safe for work.)
Smooth. Really smooth.
Labels: humour, music, video, web, youtube
Fake Steve Jobs is supposed to be satire, but sometimes he cuts it so close it hurts:
The big thing to know about the media is that they're not out there "covering stories." The way to think about the media is that it's basically the same as one of those TV soap operas that's been on the air for twenty or thirty years. The story just rolls on, curving and unfurling, no matter who the actors are and no matter who the writers are. The story itself is bigger than the actors or the writers. The filthy hacks at the [Wall Street] Journal are basically no different than the aspiring novelists and screenwriters who take jobs writing for "General Hospital"; they've been hired on to the show for a few years and they're doing their best to keep it entertaining.
On an unrelated but mesmerizing note, if you want to see something roll on beautifully, install the Magnetosphere visualizer plugin for iTunes (via O'Reilly Radar). It's by far the prettiest music visualizer I've seen so far.
Labels: apple, humour, itunes, media
Labels: apple, family, humour, iphone, linkbait, lists, telecommunications
"Somewhere near the middle of your T-shirt drawer," writes Adam Rosen in Gelf magazine (via Kottke), "lies dormant a secret weapon so witty, so elusively allusive, or just so damn hip it finds itself swathing your chest on only the most important occasions."
Here's mine. Hey, it got me labeled "hipster" two years ago by people who had no idea who I was at the time. Score!
(Thanks to Bill D. for buying it for me. The orange ones are now collector's items.)
Labels: clothing, ego, humour, northernvoice