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Here you'll find the flotsam and jetsam from the collisions between my interests and the Internet, a bit of cosmic debris, and the small, crunchy bits that collect in the gutters of my mind. If you like what you find, you may also like the longer original works at Hidden City. On the other hand, if you are interested in the person behind this collection, you can find out more than you need to know here, or find my on seemingly numberless services as mkhall. And if you are the person who likes to do such things, you can leave me a message at 786/664-7070.
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Marginal

Margins — like so many other details — are seldom noticed until they are wrong. Craftsmanship is a matter of caring about the things no one notices, and rendering them invisible. Unfortunately, there’s never a budget for invisible quality.

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awesomemodifications:

someone asked earlier what tattoo artists practice on before human skin.here is a tattooed banana, one of the options.-kat

awesomemodifications:

someone asked earlier what tattoo artists practice on before human skin.

here is a tattooed banana, one of the options.

-kat

(Source: artofoverwhelm, via monaaae)

Assembling a case

Phoenix police have broken up a ring of Lego thieves, catching them with over $200,000 in merchandise.

Assembling a case

Phoenix police have broken up a ring of Lego thieves, catching them with over $200,000 in merchandise.

Nightmare at 20,000 feet

Nightmare at 20,000 feet

Why would you put a window in an airplane’s bathroom? Warren Ellis pisses on Greenland.

I don’t know why so many cold stories are attracting my attention. Perhaps I’m just anticipating winter, when I become comfortable, and all my friends begin their hibernation.

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Ukivok

This abandoned village in Alaska reminds me tremendously of a frozen version of Popeye’s Sweethaven. (I know, I know, no one loves that movie like I do.)

Ukivok

This abandoned village in Alaska reminds me tremendously of a frozen version of Popeye’s Sweethaven. (I know, I know, no one loves that movie like I do.)

My Icelandic Retreat

I love Iceland intensely all year ’round, but especially so when the local temperature goes over 90° F and/or I am feeling particularly misanthropic.

Man, I am loving Iceland right now!

Ellidaey Island and Iceland’s Most Secluded House.

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Nancy

On Sunday I learned that my old friend Nancy Sutter passed away. The last time we met was in November of 2006, when I was in San Francisco for a conference. It’d been years since we’d seen each other, but when we met in the hotel lobby, it was as if no time had passed at all. She called me a goof (guilty), I teased her about being an older woman (by a few months), and it was as if we’d never been…

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Things to Do in DC

Things to Do in DC

I haven’t checked off too many of these yet — nine, to be exact — but I’ve only lived here for three years. Some of the suggestions are really unusual, too. Anyone planning to visit should check this out.

51 Things Everyone Should Experience At Least Once In D.C.

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Expressing Love

This is not a world where you can simply express love for other people, where you can praise them. Perhaps it should be. But it’s not. I’ve found that people will fear your enthusiasm and warmth, and wait to hear the price. Which is fair. We’ve all been drawn into someone’s love only to find out that we couldn’t afford it. A little distance buys everyone time.

From How to Be Polite, by Paul Ford

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My family has always been private about our time spent together. It was our way of keeping one thing that was ours, with a man we shared with an entire world. But now that’s gone, and I feel stripped bare. My last day with him was his birthday, and I will be forever grateful that my brothers and I got to spend that time alone with him, sharing gifts and laughter. He was always warm, even in his darkest moments. While I’ll never, ever understand how he could be loved so deeply and not find it in his heart to stay, there’s minor comfort in knowing our grief and loss, in some small way, is shared with millions. It doesn’t help the pain, but at least it’s a burden countless others now know we carry, and so many have offered to help lighten the load. Thank you for that.

To those he touched who are sending kind words, know that one of his favorite things in the world was to make you all laugh. As for those who are sending negativity, know that some small, giggling part of him is sending a flock of pigeons to your house to poop on your car. Right after you’ve had it washed. After all, he loved to laugh too…

Dad was, is and always will be one of the kindest, most generous, gentlest souls I’ve ever known, and while there are few things I know for certain right now, one of them is that not just my world, but the entire world is forever a little darker, less colorful and less full of laughter in his absence. We’ll just have to work twice as hard to fill it back up again.

— My only statement. My brothers’ are also online. Thank you for all your kindness, and goodbye for awhile guys. xo (via zeldawilliams)

(via nerdygamerchick)

danagould:

Two years ago, I was performing at The Punchline in San Francisco, and Robin came to the show with our mutual friend, Dan Spencer.
This particular batch of material was the first time I had touched upon my then still-fresh divorce wounds, and big chunks of it were pretty dark. The next day, I got a text from a number I didn’t recognize. Whoever it was had obviously been to the show and knew my number, so I figured they would reveal themselves at some point and save me the embarrassment of asking who they were.
The Mystery Texter asked how I was REALLY doing. “You can’t fool me. Some of those ‘jokes’ aren’t ‘jokes.” By now I knew that whoever this was had been through what I was enduring, as no one else would know to ask, “What time of day is the hardest?”
He wanted to know how my kids were handling it, all the while assuring me that the storm, as bleak as it was, would one day pass and that I was not, as I was then convinced, a terrible father for visiting a broken home upon my children.
I am not rewriting this story in retrospect to make it dramatic. I did not know who I was texting with. Finally, my phone blipped, and I saw, in a little green square, “Okay, pal. You got my number. Call me. I’ve been there. You’re going to be okay. - Robin.”
That is what you call a human being.

danagould:

Two years ago, I was performing at The Punchline in San Francisco, and Robin came to the show with our mutual friend, Dan Spencer.

This particular batch of material was the first time I had touched upon my then still-fresh divorce wounds, and big chunks of it were pretty dark. The next day, I got a text from a number I didn’t recognize. Whoever it was had obviously been to the show and knew my number, so I figured they would reveal themselves at some point and save me the embarrassment of asking who they were.

The Mystery Texter asked how I was REALLY doing. “You can’t fool me. Some of those ‘jokes’ aren’t ‘jokes.” By now I knew that whoever this was had been through what I was enduring, as no one else would know to ask, “What time of day is the hardest?”

He wanted to know how my kids were handling it, all the while assuring me that the storm, as bleak as it was, would one day pass and that I was not, as I was then convinced, a terrible father for visiting a broken home upon my children.

I am not rewriting this story in retrospect to make it dramatic. I did not know who I was texting with. Finally, my phone blipped, and I saw, in a little green square, “Okay, pal. You got my number. Call me. I’ve been there. You’re going to be okay. - Robin.”

That is what you call a human being.

(via wilwheaton)

Never Forget

I think I need this tshirt. I saw someone wearing one this weekend, and it looked great. That it glows in the dark is a bonus.

Never Forget Pluto T-shirt

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Time travel

I was given this cup as part of a “gift package” for working the night of December 31, 1999.

Time travel

I was given this cup as part of a “gift package” for working the night of December 31, 1999.

The Great White Space Debate

The Great White Space Debate

Sometimes coders are as obsessive about style and format as writers or designers.

Via Medium, The Great White Space Debate.

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rycz:


"If I had a black light, this place would look like a Jackson Pollock painting."
- Peter Quill / Star-Lord (Guardians of the Galaxy)


I made this for fun, but now I totally need to print it as a black light poster.

rycz:

"If I had a black light, this place would look like a Jackson Pollock painting."

- Peter Quill / Star-Lord (Guardians of the Galaxy)

I made this for fun, but now I totally need to print it as a black light poster.

(via nerdygamerchick)