Zeitgeist 2010

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Now on to 2011.

December's Links to Love

Artsy:

I love the black and white lamp and the whiteness of this Norwegian living space:


















Kurz und Schön German short film competition opener:

Max Dalton's "Ten Great Years" print (of the Beatles) is awesome:





















I want these two fonts:








Did you know the Ghent altarpiece weighs as much as an elephant, is as big as a barn door, and is one of the most-stolen works of art?


A posthumously-discovered photographer:




Literary:

Let's make fun of English together. (Like the right way to spell potato, and tongue twisters.)

If Lewis Carroll had written Twilight . . .


Yes, I Love Technology:

The fun of stats:





Random:

Unpopular science:






















10 Funny Sports Celebration Fails.

A sampling of awkward pregnancy photos.

Can you figure out what these brands are just by their colors? I got four, and this was one of them, surprise, surprise:

A Nativity Film

Merry Christmas 2010

Frohe Weihnachten! Merry Christmas!

Alternatives to Running Shoes

Boys (and girls, for that matter):

Just a small suggestion. Don't wear running shoes with jeans or shorts of any kind. They are called running shoes because they're for running. They make American geeks embarrassingly conspicuous in Europe. And they remind me of Seinfeld.


















Times you are allowed to wear running shoes:

• while running
• while playing basketball
• while playing any kind of sport
• while hiking
• while camping

Even if you have a great haircut, beautiful eyes, an attractive sweater, expensive jeans . . . if you want to look nice/datable, find something that goes with the rest of your amazingness--chucks (Converse), moccasins/boat shoes, Tom-like shoes (preferably Luchas after their upcoming release), flip-flops, non-junky skater shoes (Nike has some), something out of leather . . .

Compare (I'm aware the clothes on the left also need help, but just focus on the shoes for now):























Okay, if these dress shoes are too much for you, how about the following ideas? (If you have more ideas or need shoe-picking assistance, let me know.)

Once You Get in the Habit . . .

I have a non-rechargeable electric toothbrush. So why, whenever it's time to get a new one because the motor/battery/whatever has died out, do I still push the on and off button when brushing?

Does anyone else do that?

Fruitcake

Start at 4:16:



I think the most disappointing cake has to be fruitcake, ya know. You think that would be better. It doesn't add up. Fruit--good. Cake--great. Fruitcake--nasty crap.

Have you tried fruitcake? I don't think that's even fruit in there. You're like tmm nmmmm, what is that a skittle? What is this, a treasure map? What is the recipe of fruitcake? Anything but fruit? It's like the baker was just clearing off the counter. "Put all this crap in there. Nobody eats this stuff, they just mail it to relatives."

-Jim Gaffigan


I've never liked fruitcake either, but now I like Stollen and the Reformationsbrötchen that have those little crystalized fruits in them. Ha ha. I guess I've turned into an old lady. Maybe it seems like an older generation thing because those were recipes from the Old World? Hmm.

Wishin' Impossible

My friend Tanya recently blogged a wish list. She's the best gift giver I know and she even impressed me with the gifts she wished for for herself. I'm probably the worst gift giver, and what do you know--I can't even think of something for myself. I've been searching my mind for ideas for my gift-givers, but so far I've been doing a really bad job of it, because the things I want are ridiculously expensive. Or just ridiculous. (I could request any one of several hundred books, but I'm a firm believer in libraries.) But how about a Chris Volpe CD? (Love his sound.) Or a new pair of Target moccasins? (Thanks, Lena, for introducing me to them--I love.) What I really want is a 64 GB iPod touch (large enough to hold all my music). I've been kind of dying inside since I sold my iPod. As long as we're posting things that are never going to become realities as Christmas presents, why not add the MacBook Pro (13" or 15"? I can't decide) that would hold all my files and that I've been lusting after for two years now (though I'll probably just end up running my MacBook into the ground)? Or a magical cure for all physical ailments/new wrists? Basically I just like this: Because I can use it for life. But who uses real money these days anyway? (Ha ha. I guess everyone thinks that gift cards are more acceptable gifts than cash, though I'm not sure why, since gift cards can't be used everywhere, and isn't the point that the receiver gets what he or she wants or needs?) Okay, okay, I know my wishes aren't realistic, though there are kids half my age who get similar things and more. So why not just some of the following? Kinder Riegel? A dress made of Lindt milk chocolate truffles? (There had better be something underneath those chocolates, or we're in big trouble in a big hurry!) I think I asked for one of the following for 12 straight years of my life. Yeah, you'd think I would have stopped hoping a long time ago. Nope. Bernese Mountain Dogs=Michelle with a melted heart. Don't you just want to give him a squeeze? Milka Noisette bars? Drool. My own hermit hut in the Swiss Alps with a free-of-charge anonymous deliverer and picker-upper of library books to my heart's content? Duplo? Someone who could make me look like Alexis Bledel every day of my life? Or how about some new running shoes to burn off all those chocolate bar calories, since my shoes seem to have disappeared, never to return? Forget that. I'll never go running if I don't have an iPod. Not worth it. The perfect boyfriend? (No subject for an image exists. Nor does the image for a perfect girlfriend, so don't get mad.) Feel free to use the comments to dubs what you're going to get me. Bwa ha ha. Meh. A gift card. Just go with the gift card.

Personal Assistant

You know all those personal assistants that people have in movies, the ones who live with a blackberry or iPhone glued to their hands, who pick up coffee, make appointments, and lie for their bosses?

Do they really exist? Are there as many as movies make it seem like?

Just asking.

S. Claus

When I went to meet at Schwester Beyrich's mom's house last May so I could get a ride to Schwester Beyrich's birthday party, this is what I found on the door:



And for your information, her first name is Sophia or Sandra or something like that. Not Santa.

Wet Paint: "Oh, No!"

In honor of comedy actor Leslie Nielsen, who recently passed away, I watched Naked Gun. Oh my goodness. I think I have watched the following clip at least 20 times since then. The "Oh, no!" part just gets to me, as does the cake and the scream. Absolutely hilarious. (And yes, that is pre-murder football player/actor O.J. Simpson.)



If you want some more ideas of what the "Police Squad" series' sense of humor was like, watch these epilogues:

Don't Pretend You Don't Love It

Oh my. I think this just made my December. Long time no hear, Grant.