btw

in case you missed it on ye olde flickre, here's where i spend entirely too many hours every week now:



massive upgrade from the previous soul sink... i mean, cubicle.

message from mike

just got this email from Team Jordan:



i feel that in the case of, say, grizzly bear attack, that might be a poor attitude.

roots of breakdance

this is sparta?

dressed for travel

outta here

spent a good chunk of today packing up for the move to our new office space. i was on a press check when they toured the space and i'll be on a press check when we start work there so i have no idea what i'm getting into. life of a jet-setter...

the greatest home automation hack of all time

a rebuttal

i recently read a blog post that referred to Linkin Park as a death metal band. pretty boys with gel in their hair singing melodically about teen angst hardly qualifies as death metal. to create death metal the guitars have to be tuned way down (and played much more skilfully), the beat has to be at least four times faster and the singer typically renders the lyrics with a dissonant growl.

a better example would be the aptly named Death, certainly among if not the pioneers of death metal. enjoy:



ps: no offense to the author of the other post, i just have this weird thing about music.

pps: the solo (at about 2:18) is so rad in this song.