Because sometimes the appropriate response to the world is underground cabaret.
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Jun 162008
LiveJournal users are already familiar with Snap Shots, the little preview balloons that pop up when you hover over a link. I kind of like this feature, even if it is ad-driven. I have just installed it on my main blog site. One nice thing about it is that part of the ad revenues go to the charity of my choice (zero percent of the revenues go to me). From the available options, I chose Habitat for Humanity International.
If it annoys you, there is a way to turn it off. Just click the Options icon in the upper right corner of the Snap Shot and opt-out. Easy!
We return you now to Ramón Raquello and his Orchestra.
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As it dawns on people that we are never, ever going back to the era of cheap gasoline, I predict we’ll be seeing more of these early electric cars around. Not quite as curvy as a SmartCar, but you can’t beat it for personality:
Best quote: “Makes you wonder which is the dinosaur, the 27-year-old electric car, or the Hummer.”
(Hat tip to the Springfield Journal-Register)
As it dawns on people that we are never, ever going back to the era of cheap gasoline, I predict we’ll be seeing more of these early electric cars around. Not quite as curvy as a SmartCar, but you can’t beat it for personality:
Best quote: “Makes you wonder which is the dinosaur, the 27-year-old electric car, or the Hummer.”
(Hat tip to the Springfield Journal-Register)
Smell and memory, they say, are bound up tightly together. So why is there no museum devoted to the smells of the past? What better way to immerse ourselves in the life of past times than to recreate the sharp tang of bathtub gin or heavy perfumes masking the putrefaction of the Black Death?
Thinking about, every decade in my short span has had a distinctive palette of smells. The sixties were all graham crackers and orange juice. The hot summer days of the seventies floated in a pleasant haze of newsprint, bubblegum and outgassing polyester. The eighties were coated in a clammy film of cigarettes, musty carpets and Chanel #5. The nineties reeked of videotape. air conditioning and convenience store fried chicken. The naughts so far have been all about garlic, burnt rubber and sweat.
But that’s me, of course. Yours will be different.
I did find out that there is a company in England that produces historical smells for museum exhibits, including T. Rex breath, which is apparently just awful. They’re called Dale Air, and their website is fairly cool. I just wish I could download some free samples.