I used to live in San Diego (just moved back to Ohio a year ago). There’s a really geat hole-in-the-wall karaoke bar there called The Lamplighter. Now, I can’t carry a tune in a handbasket to hell, but I’ve got some shameless friends who love a spotlight, so we’d frequent the place. Some nights real talent would come through. There was one chick, easily in her late 40s, early 50s, who would come in and do Brittany and Christina spot-on. She was a regular. People loved her. This scawny white dude would often come in and do “Rapper’s Delight” and never miss a beat.
One night this kid comes in – a brown kid like yourself – and sits with his buddies in the corner drinking Coronas all night. They’re loud and a little rowdy. In fact by that point the whole place had gotten more than a little loud and rowdy. You could barely hear the coeds up on stage doing a cacphonic, almost strip-tease rendition of “Hit me with your best shot.”
When the coeds finish to whoops and hollers, this drunk, long-haired, flip flop and paint-speckled tshirt wearing kid gets up and does “Easy (Like Sunday Morning)” and killed. The place went silent. There wasn’t a dry pair of panties in the house; I know I certainly wanted to go home with him after that. It actually took a few minutes for the audience to snap out of the trance and administer a retarded enthusiastic applause. He never came back to The Lamplighter, but the girls still talked about him.
Later in life, I met a guy who would shut a place down with Chris Isaac’s “Wicked Game”, but nothing since has topped that moment back in 2002 when a greasy, drunk, mexican got up and sang a Commodores song and made every girl in the bar forget her name.
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In the last five years, there’s been a surge of renewed interest in letterpress (just check Etsy or any artsy-fartsy card shop). Evidently, a lot of new-old printers are women. According to the folks at Boxcar Press (hint: amazing resource/supplier), nine out of ten (!) of their new customers are female -specifically, these are ladies looking to print DIY wedding invitations. I’m not going to invoke a battle of the sexes, because that’s just silly (plus, the one pro letterpresser I know is a dude). Still, consider this: Benjamin Franklin got into printing when he was 12. So if letterpress is downright American. Building your own press could be construed as civic duty.
via How To: Build Your Own Letterpress | Boing Boing Gadgets.
Unless you are a creative agency, most small businesses don’t have the luxury of having an in-house designer. There are literally thousands of freelance designers and design agencies out there that can fill various niches and services, but finding someone in your price range – and if locale is important, in your area – can be difficult.
via 10 Fantastic Places for Finding Designers Online.
Dunbar’s number is a theoretical cognitive limit to the number of people with whom one can maintain stable social relationships. These are relationships in which an individual knows who each person is, and how each person relates to every other person. Proponents assert that numbers larger than this generally require more restrictive rules, laws, and enforced norms to maintain a stable, cohesive group. No precise value has been proposed for Dunbar’s number, but a commonly cited approximation is 150.
via Dunbar’s number – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.