The greatest hits from my longline trolling of the net today:

William Gibson is right, if I could select ads like this Thai TV spot, I would watch ads. Monzel, Cummings, Wiener and I were chatting over sandwiches today, and we got onto the topic of razors. A vibrating razor–Who buys this shit??! On the topic of who buys this shit, the new hiptop from Danger Research is making the rounds; it looks and sounds quite awesome. And speaking of quite awesome, here’s yet another series of fake photos of Apple’s possible aluminum Cinema Display.

20 dollars later, Monzel and I have taken one step closer to Han Solo
nirvana. Though you never see it in the films, Solo is no doubt a man
who enjoyed a straight-razor shave.

In the basement of Citibank on
University ave is Debon’airs, the domain of Marco and Randy. After
cleaning up my neckline, Randy warmed up my face with a hot towel and
then went to work.

Pulling the skin and slicing down the edge of my
face and neck, he would clean the razor against his palm and restart.
My skin voiced discomfort at first, but ultimately I enjoyed the lively
feeling of such a sharp blade.

Now we sit at the RnC, watching proper
football and waiting to sink our newly shaven jaws into good pub
burgers…hump day hu-ZAH!

“117 Pages of Photos of Drunk Girls”

I share this with you all in
order to lay claim to such a hilarious title.

Dig on The Onion’s Commuting Tips.

Here’s some of what has sapped my attention away from meaningful events today.

Nikon D70 Review I’m not sure 3000×2000 pixels is enough.

RFID chips for Spanish clubbers Awesome, bring on the hooch via arm-scanner!

upcoming Jungle Cruise Movie Pray it’s more Pirates and less Haunted Mansion

Photoshopping: Hybrid Fruit This pseudo psustenance makes me hungry.

Cringley on Apple strategy: No more Macs? It’s official, he’s off the reservation.

Take the Silicon Challenge I’ll post my personal best later ;)

This grill accessory must be the coolest way to spend 15 bucks I’ve ever seen!

Today I listened to Melba Pattillo Beals speak at Foothill. Ms. Beals was one of the nine black students who integrated Central High in Little Rock, Arkansas in 1957. She has since become a Congressional Medal Winner and an accomplished author and journalist.

Her story is amazingly vivid and it rolls across the audience like a wave. She speaks as if it had happened yesterday.

The first attempt to integrate school ended with a 15 year old Melba and her mother escaping a lynch mob by car. The second day ended with a police escort as opposed to sacrificing one of the nine to the mob in order to extricate the remaining eight. Finally, with the help of the Screaming Eagles, Melba got through her first year of high school.

It is utterly frightening to realize that we still live within one generation of such a painful turning point in American history.

The new Seattle Public Library is nearing completion. This article explains that it has been designed by Rem Koolhas, (guest editor of the Jun03 issue of Wired Magazine) and looks to be a library of the future. The Seattle Times has also published a photo library for our consumption.

So for the past week, Joe has been without his new favorite beverage, Henry Weinhard’s Black Cherry Cream soda. I have tried it. It is excellent. It absolutely must be enjoyed.

I find myself now in search of this refreshment, leaping in and out of the shotgun seat of his green Bonneville, barreling through Silicon Valley with a reckless fury I’ve never felt before.

We have been through the the soda aisles of six different markets in the last 45 minutes. At each stop we have rushed in with a sexual explosivo, and at each stop we have returned, heads hung low, spirits bitch-slapped. We have decided that war must be brought to the doorstep of California’s soda distributers, as clearly only violence will teach these fools what products are most important to mine and Joe’s sanity.

“Dude what the hell is going on?! So far we know of only one that has existed today-doesn’t that strike you as odd?” Yes Joe, yes indeed it does.

Rini and I got out of Troy an hour ago, and a couple things have sunk in.

First, the film was quite good. Better than the previous epic war films of the year in so far as here you have two equally honorable warriors leading their forces into battle.

Second, I have found a more pointed disapointed in ‘The Greek Life.’ The function of
fraternities seems to have been distilled to drinking, taking advantage of young women, and ruthlessly leveraging the alumni roster.

It makes me want to start a fraternity–no not with Vince Vaughan at the helm, but rather something that lives up to the honor and dignity of superheros like Achilles and Hector. What if fraternities were more like athletic teams; pitching great battles for respect and glory, like Il Palio.

No doubt such an organization, composed of young men, would have its share of drinking and partying. However, the pursuits of these men would be more noble and beautiful, in order to avoid the unsavory moniker that hangs like a long shadow over so many college campuses.

Visiting Eli last weekend, she pointed out the, “rapist frat,” as we were walking back from dinner. I suppose knowing people you care about live in places with that word on their mental maps can crystallize your viewpoint.