If you haven’t read yet I am famous on the Google blog >

Also I have added a menu to the site with some popular links. Enjoy it while it lasts as I don’t particularly like it and it may vanish soon.

Speaking of site features, I have a comments section after every post. After receiving several emails and facebook messages about a post the other day I thought maybe no one had noticed it. Well it is there and am happy for you to use it as a soapbox.

The idea was well received by the business student organising the event. He called up Waiwera Water and they quoted 60c a bottle for custom labeling, but they had just released a new Sarah Ulmer water and they were selling that at a discounted rate of 35c a bottle.

The business student purchased hundreds of Sarah Ulmar water bottles and we handed them out at Grey Lynn Festival with printed fliers about the exhibition. People threw out the fliers without even reading them. When 7pm came the festival goers had water bottles promoting a New Zealand cyclist and we had no one at the event.

This wasted idea is how I feel about the whole of advertising at the moment. Creative Directors aren’t looking for young people to teach, they are looking for someone to do flash or layouts or write pages of bs for client websites while still being paid a “creative” salary.

How do I get a job where ideas actually matter?

The Star Trek Cookbook
Is there one food that humans, Klingons, Bajorans, and Vulcans would like? If so, what would it taste like? How would you prepare it? Could you find all the ingredients locally?

Natural Harvest – A Collection of Semen-Based Recipes
Like fine wine and cheeses, the taste of semen is complex and dynamic. Semen is inexpensive to produce and is commonly available in many, if not most, homes and restaurants.

(Andy in Lake Karipiro, Christian Camp 2007)

A hipster I know once decorated a makeshift cafe by putting goldfish on all the tables. They were barely alive in small jars filled with dirty tap water.

None of the city kids with their modern allergies and soy hot chocolates cared. After enduring twice daily Church services with haybales instead of chairs, they had bigger concerns than God’s small creatures. Andy was the king of these city kids, a true Church celebrity. He would lighten the mood of the Church services with his Jackass stunts.

New Years Day 2007 Andy announced he was going to swallow some of the goldfish.

The crowd cheered him on as he brought three fish out. I sat anxiously behind 500 people waiting for someone to stop him. As he lowered the first goldfish into his mouth I sprinted up the hay aisle and snatched the jar containing the other two.

After camp my friends left with Andy to go to a beach house. They neglected to invite me. I was left to drive home alone, with the twenty goldfish I adopted still in their jars.

One of the goldfish died almost immediately after I left the camping grounds. I pulled over and gave him a funeral, not sure what to do I threw him into Lake Karipiro. For the next kilometre I drove with tears gushing as I watched all but two of these creatures float to the tops of their jars. I felt lonelier every time I pulled over to throw a small orange body into the lake.

I prayed the last two would survive the trip home, but shortly after Lake Karipiro turned into Waikato River both had glazed eyes and their bellies sticking up. They too were returned to the water.

A month would go past before either Andy or I would go back there, and in that time we became friends.

It was a short lived friendship.

28 January 2007 Andy did a back flip into the Waikato River and broke his neck on the way down. His body was found upstream from where I had thrown the dead goldfish. It put things into perspective, but three years on I don’t particularly like goldfish anymore because they remind me of Andy’s death.

Astronaut Robert L. Curbeam Jr. (left) and European Space Agency (ESA) astronaut Christer Fuglesang participate in the mission’s first of three planned sessions of extravehicular activity (EVA) as construction continues on the International Space Station.

via @bexrad >

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