Armadillo-cam. // At last, ultra-Velcro. // Death Ray from Space and other five-second films. (h/t, Coudal) // Mouse versus magnetism. // The Mannahatta Project. // Hong Kong, then and now. // IKEA Heights. Soap and furnishings. // Perforated housing. // “Furnished apartment,” Moscow. $900 a month. // The two Mongolias. // Assorted hypnotist posters. (h/t, Mick) // 100 years of special effects. // Skimming Triton. // How many people are in space right now? // Record collections of note. // Paperclip chandeliers. // Imitating art. // And, via The Thin Man, it’s Ms Dionne Warwick.
I just got to the end of Ikea Heights episode 2 –James's brother recovered his memory and he knows where the treasure is buried! lol
Posted by: Anna | September 11, 2009 at 08:12
Dionne Warwick sounds great even in German.
Posted by: Brian H | September 11, 2009 at 10:36
The list of massive record collections has four shops in it and at least three photographs of collections that are about half the size of mine. Now I'd never say I had a large record collection (I know a few people who have been DJing for 20 years, they have massive record collections)- so what does a 'massive' record collection consist of nowadays?
Posted by: Alvin Lucier | September 11, 2009 at 11:50
I’m struck by the quaintness of having a “record” collection at all. I think I still have one box of vinyl stuck in the back of a wardrobe somewhere, but it’s hardly a collection. Though I suppose we’ll miss being able to casually nosey through someone’s record shelves. You can’t really start rummaging through their computer files without seeming… well, a bit forward.
Posted by: David | September 11, 2009 at 12:10
Love Armadillocam. Pity it's so short.
Posted by: dw | September 11, 2009 at 15:02
“Love Armadillocam.”
I think it’s the relentless snuffling and the way the ears swivel around five seconds in. There’s something inexplicably funny about it. It’s almost like a cartoon.
Posted by: David | September 11, 2009 at 15:56
"Dionne Warwick sounds great even in German."
She does, too. Is that because it's such a familiar song, perhaps, as German isn't really the most 'easy listening' language to sing in?
Posted by: JuliaM | September 11, 2009 at 17:29
Julia,
When I first heard it, last night, I was doing something else in another room and only half listening. It took me longer than I care to mention before I registered it was in German. I’m going to attribute the oversight to Ms Warwick’s vocal talents. It’s that or a sign of brain fever.
Posted by: David | September 11, 2009 at 17:52
It's definitely brain fever.
Posted by: Anna | September 11, 2009 at 18:51
What, no bacon?
http://www.canada.com/news/national/Arctic+researcher+flees+after+wolves+gorge+bacon/1964535/story.html
Posted by: James S | September 12, 2009 at 10:12
It’s hard to believe I missed a story involving Arctic wolves, stolen bacon and prodigious diarrhoea.
Posted by: David | September 12, 2009 at 10:42
Oh noes! Armadillocam has been deleted!
=^(
Posted by: Spiny Norman | September 13, 2009 at 04:55
ARMADILLO'S...........Crunchy on the outside, soft on the in.......It truly is an inexplicably funny bit of footage.....Glad I downloaded the film for later enjoyment.Happy to forward onto anyone if they put a relevant e-mail address up.
Posted by: jones | September 13, 2009 at 06:42
Spiny,
The armadillo-cam link has been repaired, at least temporarily. See also below:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/museumofanimalperspectives/
Posted by: David | September 13, 2009 at 08:36
Possibly interesting armadillo fact (or at least observation): Except for the shell, their only defense mechanism in the face of perceived danger -- and they seem rather myopic -- seems toconsist of hunkering down in panic right to the last minute and then jumping straight up in the air. It may occasionally work by startling a predator or two, but it also accounts for a depressing amount of carnage along I-40 out in the Panhandle. Long night drives (actually there aren't any other kind out there) I always pictured some hapless dillo silhouetted in the headlights, squinting, hunkering, and in those last desperate seconds muttering softly, "O, pleasepleasepleasepleasePLEASE, let it be two motorcycles..."
Posted by: Megaera | September 14, 2009 at 19:29