This Girl Made Us Cry Last Night

Not because of the story, but the talent.

So You Think You Can Dance is one our guiltiest pleasures, and we usually root for a dude (Travis , Nick , etc.)

But Caitlin Kinney's got it.

Some Blind People Take Pictures....Some Blind People Should Not Take Pictures

From TIME:

Evgen Bavcar, The Flow of Time
Renowned in Europe but little known in the United States, Bavcar lost his eyes in two separate childhood accidents. Of his work, he says, "I have a private gallery, but, unfortunately, I am the only one who can visit it. Others can enter by means of my photographs, but they do not see the originals, just the reproductions."


via Inspired by Light

Saturday Night Randomry

Fantasia No. 3 in D minor, K. 397

Fantasia No. 3 in D minor, K. 397 (Fantasy in English, Fantasie in German) is a piece of music for solo piano composed by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart in 1782. Despite being unfinished at Mozart's death, the piece is nonetheless one of his more popular compositions for the piano. Because of its somewhat unusual rhythm, its constantly changing tempo (seven different tempi occur throughout the piece, some of which are quite fast), and its complete lack of any recognizable musical form (as indicated by the "Fantasy" title), the Fantasia is considered to be a relatively challenging piece to perform.


Performed by Emil Grigoryevich Gilels

Again, Fading Ad Provides Stunning Images

For photophiles, you won't be disappointed.

Thread here.

Blog link here.

Good stuff, as always.

Mia Michaels: She-god Of The Universe

Mia Michaels Is Pretty Much God

This one was pretty good, too.

Here's Another Way You Can Help Pay For Hope-filled Ads

You can buy this WANTED poster created by an elderly Mexican artist named "Juan McCain", of which Hopey now sells on his website.

Just for fun, they put up a video of how these posters are made in those hardworking bitter paper printing factory things. Clearly, this is pandering to those of us who grew up on Mr. Rogers.

$8.5 Mil + $1.26 Mil For Renovations Well Spent

From Gizmodo:

Eric Clough isn't your typical architectural designer. Sure, he'll design you a fine den or kitchen, but he's clearly got a creative streak that goes much deeper than that. That's why, when given the opportunity, he secretly built an incredible scavenger hunt into a $8.5-million, 4,200-square-foot Park Avenue apartment that included ciphers, riddles, poems and a lot of hidden doors and compartments.

...In any case, the finale involved, in part, removing decorative door knockers from two hallway panels, which fit together to make a crank, which in turn opened hidden panels in a credenza in the dining room, which displayed multiple keys and keyholes, which, when the correct ones were used, yielded drawers containing acrylic letters and a table-size cloth imprinted with the beginnings of a crossword puzzle, the answers to which led to one of the rectangular panels lining the tiny den, which concealed a chamfered magnetic cube, which could be used to open the 24 remaining panels, revealing, in large type, the poem written by Mr. Klinsky.

...How amazing is that? It took the family months to discover the scavenger hunt and weeks after that to figure it all out. It's like the live in a children's book of some kind.

Inside Our Dark Lord's Bunker

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Miscarriages Can Be Art

Some creep girl at Yale thought it would be cool to get pregnant, have a bunch of miscarriages, wipe it on posterboard and call it art:

For the past year, I performed repeated self-induced miscarriages. I created a group of fabricators from volunteers who submitted to periodic STD screenings and agreed to their complete and permanent anonymity. From the 9th to the 15th day of my menstrual cycle, the fabricators would provide me with sperm samples, which I used to privately self-inseminate. Using a needleless syringe, I would inject the sperm near my cervix within 30 minutes of its collection, so as to insure the possibility of fertilization. On the 28th day of my cycle, I would ingest an abortifacient, after which I would experience cramps and heavy bleeding.

Ms. Shvarts seems to be infatuated with her lady blood, as she's also written about her 1st period.

I am never eating tomato soup again.

via Yale Daily News

Devastation

Tornadoes have ripped through my hometown. Many residences were devastated. You've seen the pictures.

The images that hit closest to home (atleast to me) are the ones in this thread. These are from Cabbagetown; more specifically the Fulton Cotton Mill lofts. The lofts are rich with history. Truly stunning architecture:









Story via Atlanta Journal-Constitution

Photos via Allen Sullivan & Hyosub Shin of AJC

It's Art

From the Baltimore Sun:

Someone making a statement that Baltimore is a city that needs but doesn't have a prayer? Or that you shouldn't waste time on earthly beings but try for a direct line to God? Or even commentary on Baltimore as the one-time home of the world's most famous atheist, Madalyn Murray O'Hair?

None of the above, it turns out. I noticed "Prayer Booth" only this weekend, but it's been on its site -- a grassy island just off Cathedral Street, north of the Meyerhoff -- since July, when it went up as part of the Baltimore Sculpture Project. It's one of 30 pieces of public art installed on downtown sites last year as a way of extending the spirit of the Artscape festival beyond its usual summer weekend.

via Baltimore Sun

West Virginia Railroad Culture

From boingboing:

My uncle Kevin Scanlon has snapping photos of Appalachian life for as long as I could form sentences -- actually, no, longer. When I was young, his photos taught me to appreciate the modest, mostly overlooked beauty surrounding the old railroads that snake through West Virginia, Pennsylvania, Ohio, and neighboring states. His photographs document what is now a dying culture.

Brilliant photos.

via boingboing

Faker

Yeh, about 90 Day Jane.

It was an art project.

via Gawker

Saturday Night Rufus

Artist or Ape?

Take the test.

via Sully