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The audacity of shamelessly asking

Can get you in a private plane with Richard Branson to go to the inauguration of Barack Obama in Washington.

Maya Hansen

She is a wonderful person and she makes the most amazing corsetry. All dressed up, I had not felt so pretty in a very long time.

Maya Hansen <3


Folding a t-shirt

First it was the japanese, then the manual folding machine and then it came the lego t-shirt folding machine!

Trully legendary.

Back to the future shoes

Auto-lacing sneakers, by nike. It's no jetpack, but we can hope.

Via Engadget.

The invisible gorilla

The classic video has now been upgraded with more unexpected stuff.

Monkey! Robot! Pirate! Ninja! Zombie!

Just awesome.

How to play:

The indiana Pi Bill

'The Indiana Pi Bill is the popular name for bill #246 of the 1897 sitting of the Indiana General Assembly, one of the most famous attempts to establish scientific truth by legislative fiat. Despite that name, the main result claimed by the bill is a method to square the circle, rather than to establish a certain value for π, although the bill does contain text that appears to dictate various incorrect values of π, such as 3.2.'

I can totally see our president trying for it.

The AHT Guide to Hamburger Styles

Perhaps the most inspired burger post ever.

DDR Alarm Clock

"Miniature version of DDR that requires you to follow the pattern of the light-up dance pads with your fingers! So if finding the snooze button is a monumental task for you every morning, there’s probably no chance you’ll be able to turn this thing off."

Absolutely awesome.

Le chocolatier

Amazone: Accord du caramel et de l'acidité du citron vert


Star wars canteen

I can kill me with a thought.

The cab ride I'll never forget (by Kent Nerburn)

Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. It was a cowboy’s life, a life for someone who wanted no boss. What I didn’t realize was that it was also a ministry. Because I drove the night shift, my cab became a moving confessional. Passengers climbed in, sat behind me in total anonymity, and told me about their lives. I encountered people whose lives amazed me, ennobled me, and made me laugh and weep. But none touched me more than a woman I picked up late one August night. I was responding to a call from a small brick fourplex in a quiet part of town. I assumed I was being sent to pick up some partyers, or someone who had just had a fight with a lover, or a worker heading to an early shift at some factory for the industrial part of town.

When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, then drive away. But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself.

So I walked to the door and knocked. “Just a minute”, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

BSG is over.

LA: Where are you going?
KT: I don't know. I just know that I'm done here. I've completed my journey and it feels good.