nevver:

Running in the City

2:51 pm  •  4 August 2011  •  466 notes

So awesome. A stop-motion film made with 350,000 Post-Its.

11:03 am  •  4 August 2011

amazing.

thingsandschemes:

This is the Mona Lisa by Leonardo da Vinci reduced to 140 dots by Gary Andrew Clarke.

9:22 pm  •  2 August 2011  •  10 notes

Radical. What NYC looks like from the belly of a skateboard (h/t Gizmodo and Laughing Squid).

5:24 pm  •  2 August 2011

“The helicopters traversed Mohmand, one of Pakistan’s seven tribal areas, skirted the north of Peshawar, and continued due east. The commander of DEVGRU’s Red Squadron, whom I will call James, sat on the floor, squeezed among ten other SEALs, Ahmed, and Cairo. (The names of all the covert operators mentioned in this story have been changed.) James, a broad-chested man in his late thirties, does not have the lithe swimmer’s frame that one might expect of a SEAL—he is built more like a discus thrower. That night, he wore a shirt and trousers in Desert Digital Camouflage, and carried a silenced Sig Sauer P226 pistol, along with extra ammunition; a CamelBak, for hydration; and gel shots, for endurance. He held a short-barrel, silenced M4 rifle. (Others SEALs had chosen the Heckler & Koch MP7.) A “blowout kit,” for treating field trauma, was tucked into the small of James’s back. Stuffed into one of his pockets was a laminated gridded map of the compound. In another pocket was a booklet with photographs and physical descriptions of the people suspected of being inside. He wore a noise-cancelling headset, which blocked out nearly everything besides his heartbeat.”

— From “Getting Bin Laden” by Nick Schmidle in this week’s issue of The New Yorker. The craft of the narrative and the fine level of detail in this piece about what exactly happened that night in Abbottabad is just outstanding. 

1:14 pm  •  2 August 2011

“Seeing your name makes the hairs on my back stand on end. And there’s manifold reasons for that: because I know you; because visually the letters sit so well, phonetically because the cadence is so present. Pronouncing your name stops at a point where Humphrey Bogart’s off-kilter delivery used to start, the same way Sinatra - when he was really young and sharp - could sing just off the snap to Nelson Riddle. I still feel your name is the one Martin Amis should have taken for one of his Money characters. Maybe the lack of an ‘h’ on Sara precipitates an unrelenting thrill of the chase in saying your name.”

— Excerpt from an email written to me by a friend who lives and writes from a tiny corner of the world 8,000 very long miles away.

9:41 pm  •  31 July 2011

lookhigh:

Overdue for a tune-up

ckck:

Astronaut Jim Irwin of Apollo 15 stands next to the Lunar Rover on July 31st, 1971, with Mt. Hadley in the background. Irwin and Dave Scott, who took this photo, are the first humans to drive on the moon.

9:21 pm  •  31 July 2011  •  291 notes

typeverything:

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‘OOO’ installation by Hjärta Smärta . 2 bright letters in a mirrored corridor create an infinite line of o’s on each side.

9:48 am  •  31 July 2011  •  25 notes

(via architizer)

9:46 am  •  31 July 2011  •  1,923 notes

nprfreshair:

Plane trails [more] [via coudal]

SFO crunch (by exxonvaldez)

(via thedeadline)

12:18 pm  •  29 July 2011  •  553 notes