The story of 50 classic arcade cabinets discovered after 30 years inside a derelict ship.
A question I get asked a lot is, “How come you haven’t gotten sued?” Another thing I see a lot of is artists worrying about getting sued (for example, in relation to comic companies cracking down on fan prints at conventions). I also see a lot of terrible mash-ups whose makers by all rights *should* be sued. So for all these reasons I thought I’d put together everything I know on the subject.
Since Facebook doesn't ask people to self-identify as a particular race, a campaign like Universal's uses what are called "affinity" groups. To construct an "African-American affinity segment," Facebook would look at indicators like whether someone was a member of an African American Chamber of Commerce Facebook group. When many of these indicators are taken into account simultaneously, it allows Facebook to define the "affinity" segment.
My job as a translator is to take all that context and language and reshape it into something that reads as if it was originally written in English. The Japanese script is my raw material. Along with translating the words on the page, I add context and create bridge sentences that might not have been in the original. I fill in gaps that would have been apparent to Japanese readers. And sometimes I rewrite things entirely.
It looks like the logo for an arena league team. Or a radio station. Or a bag of chips. Or a Saturday morning cartoon show. Or any number of other things that should never be confused with an NFL franchise.
It’s a familiar story. A male entrepreneur (some might even call him a “tech bro”) – flush with the sense of self-worth and self-satisfaction that comes from living and working in a city and industry that treats him and his friends as the most important and intelligent human beings ever to grace a metropolitan area with their presence – takes a moment to think about homelessness. Not content to wrinkle his nose and move on with his day, he types those thoughts out. He publishes them on the internet.
The Secret Lives of Tumblr Teens
That feeling when you hit a million followers, make more money than your mom, push a diet pill scheme, lose your blog, and turn 16.
Beehives and Big Mainframes
In the late sixties I worked for Bell Labs for a few years managing a data center and developing an ultra high speed information retrieval system. It was the days of beehive hair on the women and big mainframe computers. One day I took a camera to work and shot the pictures below. I had a great staff, mostly women except for the programmers who were all men. For some reason only one of them was around for the pictures that day.

Nostalgic for hardcore rave and oldschool jungle? Rinse FM veteran Stamina MC has you covered. As WFMU tweets, there is a directory of classic mixtapes on Stamina’s Art Meets Science website that features free downloads of tapes from the likes of Dance Planet, Desire, Dreamscape, Helter Skelter and One Nation.


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Dad Shoes
Why do Dads love Dad Shoes so much?
The answer is twofold:
1. They are leather - Most sneakers are made out of different materials, but your dad knows that leather is the only sneaker worthy material.
2. They are white - My father always told me that if a shoe or article of clothing is black, then it will be very hot once it is exposed to the sun. In other words, if he bought black shoes his feet would roast in the summer time.
During the Cold War, many missile defense sites—precisely because their purpose was to guard infrastructure of vital national interest—were housed in urban or suburban locations. Los Angeles in particular, thanks to its aerospace facilities, military bases, and booming postwar population, became one of the most fortified regions in the United States.
At 32 minutes past two the morning of 16 January 1987, two Beastie Boys broke into my West Hollywood hotel room and dumped a wastebasket of extremely wet water on my head, my bed, the carpeting and my Converse All-Stars. (I’d stupidly left the chain-lock unsecured, and I suppose they bribed the night clerk into giving them a key.) Earlier that evening, after Pee-Wee Herman had visited their dressing room and before they appeared on Joan Rivers’ show, the Beasties were tossing parsley at me, dropping ice cubes in my hair, and “dissin” (graffiti-artist lingo for “saying bad things about”) my brown socks and flannel shirt. I interpreted all of this to mean that they did not like me.
A DS9 love letter and viewing guide.