Yesterday, I found myself in a room with less than a dozen people — more than 90% of whom I'd never met before — and we were all there to discuss the topic du jour: one's Personal Brand.
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Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Wolfram|Alpha Holiday Gift-Away Spikey Gallery - PLEASE VOTE FOR CASEY DAILY
Hey all - sorry for the mass, informal email - but I NEED YOUR HELP! I'm in a contest with some GREAT PRIZES, and all I need from you guys is a vote. Daily. Until January 3rd.
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Please click the link below, share with friends - whatever you need to do. I really want to do well!
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--Casey E. Palmer, Your Friend and Hopeful Winner of this Contest
Friday, October 29, 2010
Lesson WIN - Epic Fail Funny Videos and Funny Pictures
via failblog.org
Some might find this use of grammar offensive. Okay, well, I guess it kind of is. But really, it's more hilarious than anything else.
For my band's rendition of "Is This Love" by Bob Marley & the Wailers, one of my band members kept singing "Jah provides the bread", which would get a glare from me.
"Jah PROVIDE the bread."
That's right. Way before hip-hop, we were TOTALLY taking control of English and telling it what time it was.
Viva la Jamaica :P
--case p.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
The Egg
Author’s Note: I wrote this some time ago and posted it here. Later on, someone posted the entirety of the text to 4chan without my name, and then reddit posted an image of that page. Somewhere along the way the authorship got lost in the shuffle. So to be clear: Yes, I wrote this. No, it’s not a repost from somewhere else. This page is the original source.
The Egg
By: Andy Weir
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.
via galactanet.com
Huh.
My buddy Paris sent this my way - it's a very interesting short tale about the meaning of life and how everything works. I like it!
Sunday, October 03, 2010
World Famous Design Junkies | The Grand Taxonomy of Rap Names
It does happen - sometimes infographics are just done so RIGHT. This one in particular is based on one of my favourite topics - hip-hop - and presents the information in such a way that it actually keeps you searching for more as you explore the different categories all the names fall into. Anyone making infographics needs to aspire to this level of awesome.
You should also check out their chart on beer. So awesome:
http://worldfamousdesignjunkies.com/posters/beer-chart-rap-chart/attachment/w...
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
What it's like to own an Apple product - The Oatmeal
via theoatmeal.com
So ridiculously true. You'd be doing yourself a disservice by not clicking the link to see more :)
Friday, September 24, 2010
The Darwinian Evolution of Photoshop
via testking.com
Just so you design heads can TOTALLY freak out, herein lies the full history of Adobe Photoshop and how it's gotten to where it is today :)
--case
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Mapping Stereotypes by alphadesigner
While I originally saw this here:
http://community.livejournal.com/charts_and_maps/35363.html
This is one of the most amusing sets of maps I've ever seen :) Europe, seen from a variety of perspectives!
It's funny, 'cause it's mostly true :)
--case
Monday, September 20, 2010
Killer Sudoku
Sudoku? Booooring.
Kakuro? Been there, done that.
Logic Puzzles? In my sleep.
But I've just discovered Killer Sudoku.
...crap. There goes sleep for the next month...
Marvel 360 | Darryl Graham
See, you need to click the link just to see how freaking awesome this is. I got a print from this dude at FanExpo - Darryl Graham - he drew out 360 Marvel characters and made it into a print. It's BANANAS. I suggest you go and try to identify everyone FORTHWITH.
--case p.
Doomsdayblaze.com Version 6.5
Finally making some progress! Got the splash page up for my new website and hoping to have some good stuff up there soon. For the time being, just something I've whipped up to show how my style's changed JUST A LITTLE :)
Let's end this year with a BANG, baby!!!!
--case p.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
BLAST FROM THE PAST: Life as a Blackman = Possibly the WORST board game EVER
Life as a Blackman: The Game?
Thursday, March 07, 2002
By Jonathan Serrie
REDONDO BEACH, CA — It is "The Game of Life" with a twist.
A new board game called "Life as a Blackman" is being advertised as a tool for teaching tolerance. But critics say the game merely reinforces negative ethnic stereotypes.
The game is similar to the classic Milton Bradley "Game of Life," but with one major difference: the race factor.
Each player enters the game's hypothetical world as an 18-year-old black male. A roll of the die determines where the player's adult life begins: "Ghetto," "Military," "Black University," or "Glamourwood" (the entertainment industry).
The ultimate goal is to reach a space on the board called "Freedom." Along the way, players land on spaces that may help or hinder their pursuit.
Often, players land on spaces marked as "Racism," which requires them to draw from a deck of "Racism" cards. For example, one card reads: "Your co-worker repeatedly tells you racist jokes. Move back two spaces." Another card reads: "You won a discrimination lawsuit. Collect $10,000."
"Life as a Blackman" is the brainchild of Redondo Beach, Calif., game maker Chuck Sawyer, who is black. Sawyer said his game is based on his own experiences as a minority trying to succeed in corporate America. And he wants to introduce his game into schools and businesses to teach racial sensitivity.
"We all need to be a little bit more sensitive and aware of each other as human beings," Sawyer said. "Instead of getting on a soap box and preaching about it, let's make a fun game and deal with the realities of being a minority in America."
But some question just how real the game is. Critics insist the game's references to the ghetto, police and jail merely reinforce negative black stereotypes.
"Black youth aren't suffering due to racism. They're suffering because they don't have mothers and fathers guiding them in the right way to go," said the Rev. Jesse Lee Peterson, founder of Brotherhood Organization of a New Destiny (BOND), a non-profit group that seeks to strengthen families in urban areas.
"We should be encouraging them, letting them know if you work hard, treat people fairly and do what's right in life � in this country you can make it," Peterson said.
Throughout "Life as a Blackman," players have the option of committing crimes. Although they will most likely land in jail, players with more money can use "Dream Team" lawyers to get them out � an apparent reference to the O.J. Simpson trial.
"To equate [the black experience] with O.J. Simpson and the ghetto is definitely going in the wrong direction," Peterson said.
For now, "Life as a Blackman" is sold on the Internet and in small novelty stores. Sawyer said he is trying to get the game into major retail chains, "But being a black man, once again, it's a struggle."
Whether that struggle is against racism or market forces depends on how you play the game.
via foxnews.com
Because obviously a board game is the best way to bridge race relations.
Riiiiiiight.
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