The hipster subculture was born from the roots of punk, hip-hop and indie musical followers and put in a sort of counterculture smoothie with a sprinkling of a disheveled, deliberately uncool dweeb factor. Hipsters will carry a carefully decorated notebook, rife with poetry painstakingly plucked from a thesaurus, in a canvas bag made from an old potato sack and sold at Urban Outfitters for $38.50 in a measured aesthetic of uniqueness. The hipster will point out irony like Alanis Morisette
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Thoughts on Wireless Power
Your cell phone: it looks the same, costs the same, and connects to the same cell networks. But you never have to charge it, and it weighs 50% less than it did before. Imagine the same for your laptop, your iPod and your video camera. This would be a boon to anyone who’s owned an electronic device and forgotten to charge it the night before (pretty much everyone). Wireless power: it’s the future!
Dear Right-Wing America:
The Republicans have been consistently promising a socialist USA. I’ve been promised socialism, and I don’t see it. I’m disappointed.
Ghosts 19
More concerts should be as visual as Nine Inch Nails’ “Lights In the Sky” tour. Click through for a sample.
Pop, Revisited
I posted a short, actually fairly poorly written entry professing my love of decent pop music. But, I’m afraid, I fear that my brief fling with pop has been ruined by three things. Just three
Display Your Latest Tweet With PHP
I get asked, literally some times every so often, the best way to integrate your latest tweet into Wordpress. The beauty of this code is that it replaces common symbols with their appropriate equivalents, and it parses links perfectly.
Espresso
I do not believe I have ever used this blog to communicate my love of espresso. My love of mochas, lattes, cappuccinos, correttos, Cubanos, ristrettos and affogatos. It began when I was fourteen. I was in a little coffee house in the beautiful town that is Banff, and I was reading the list of all of the coffees one could have. It struck me that, obviously, these were not based on plain drip coffee, but rather based on a very strong coffee I’d heard of called “espresso” (or “expresso”, for those who are French, or incapable of comprehending the lack of an ‘x’). This ‘espresso’ coffee was right there on the board — for a mere two dollars, one could have a single ounce of pure, high-pressure extracted coffee. And for just a little more, one could have virtually unlimited permutations of milk, syrup and shot options. What a fantastic idea!


