Easy Money
Unless you’ve been living in a cave for the past 13 years – you must have heard the name “Google”, and unless you grow your own veg and hunt your own game – you must [...]
In the Metro
On 12 January 2007 at 7.51 a.m. a man began playing the violin in the L’enfant Plaza Metro Station in Washington DC. He wore jeans, a long-sleeved T-shirt and a baseball cap and played six Bach pieces [...]
Drawing for Cash
This is something really special. I came across it on Ted where Aaron Koblin spoke about a few of the art projects he was involved in. The easiest thing is to go to the website [...]
Woof woof…
Woof, woof wwwwoooooooof woof…. woof, woof woof?? WOOF!! Grrrrrrr… woof, woof, woof wof wof! woof, woof — wwwwoooooooof — woof. Arf arf, woof, yip-yap, yap. Woof Chicken, woof-woof? WOOOF! Bow-wow-woooow, woof woof, pedigree chum, ARF, [...]
A Rousing Speech!
Well done to Enda Kenny for his College Green introduction to Barack Obama’s Dublin gig. So what if he quoted the Acceptance Speech that Obama made in Chicago in November 2008? Enda, our new leader, [...]
All Photographs Lie
“I won a Pulitzer Prize in 1969 for a photograph of one man shooting another … The general killed the Viet Cong; I killed the general with my camera. Still photographs are the most powerful [...]
Smells like Russians!
One of my favourite blogs is Slate and today I just saw this post by Fuchsia Dunlop entitled Kicking up a Stink – On eating Cheese in China. It first appeared in the Financial Times. [...]
Merciful Hour
“Family Radio President Harold Camping preaches that on 21st may 2011 a great earthquake such as never has been seen in the world will occur – as spoken of in the Book of Revelation. Those who are [...]
Have you a bottle opener?
Everything changes. Max Arlestig and Maximilian Gebhardt, are two enterprising advertising students from Germany. They have come up with an idea that Heineken were quick to see the potential in. Next time you open a [...]
Dear Liza
There’s a hole in my bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza. There’s a hole in my bucket, dear Liza, a hole. So goes the old song. Now I’m not sure about this waste basket by Cordula [...]
