This is the archive of tumbledry happenings that occurred on January, 2011.
For about the past twelve months, I’ve been convinced that I could design a better tumbledry than the one you see in front of you. With help from Mykala, Hoefler & Frere Jones, and Dive Into HTML5, that idea of improvement is becoming reality. I’m excited.
The Green Hornet looks AWESOME. I hope I’m not proven wrong, but boy that looks like a fun movie. Who wants to see it? Well, let’s wait for the results from Metacritic (or Rotten Tomatoes). Then you can let me know.
By the end of today, I was so annoyed with things in general that the sound of someone walking up the stairs at the Rec Center was enough to drive me bonkers. Clomp clomp clomp. ARRRRGGGHHHH! It all started this afternoon.
Things started going poorly when I called Dr. Klein over. Well wait, I guess it all started last month, when I was in admissions clinic with a schizophrenic patient. She was well-controlled (said she didn’t hear voices anymore, which was more blunt than I had expected), but the side effect of well-controlled schizophrenia tends to be… reduced faculties. Like, the person is there, but they aren’t there. It’s difficult for patients to think through the drugs.
Our current plutocracy makes the 20s look positively egalitarian. Take a look at The Rise of the New Global Elite in The Atlantic.
The U.S.-based CEO of one of the world’s largest hedge funds told me that his firm’s investment committee often discusses the question of who wins and who loses in today’s economy. In a recent internal debate, he said, one of his senior colleagues had argued that the hollowing-out of the American middle class didn’t really matter. “His point was that if the transformation of the world economy lifts four people in China and India out of poverty and into the middle class, and meanwhile means one American drops out of the middle class, that’s not such a bad trade,” the CEO recalled.
I don’t know if this is a series here at tumbledry, but more band names:
Ineffective Trombone
Urban Fox
Report: Majority Of Money Donated At Church Doesn’t Make It To God — The Onion:
A shocking report released Monday by the Internal Revenue Service revealed that more than 65 percent of the money donated at churches across the world never reaches God. “Unfortunately, almost half of all collections go toward administrative expenses such as management, utilities, and clerical costs,” said Virginia Raeburn, a spokesperson for the Lord Almighty…
“In short, fate’s distribution of long straws is wildly capricious.”
—Warren Buffet
The following image is a teaser for the new tumbledry. It was cropped from the top right of the new design.
The actual new tumbledry is decidedly less bovine than this image might indicate.
You probably weren’t wondering how to manage nerds. If you’re Ryan Markoe, you already know how. For anyone left, there’s Managing Nerds:
They know when I reach to pull the hoodie over my head that I’ve successfully discarded all distractions on the Planet Earth and am currently communing with the pure essence of whatever I’m working on.
It’s irrational and it’s delicious.
“Facebook [brings out] our weakest traits as humans. We love to think of ourselves as something we want to be. We trade our true feelings to be included. We want to be popular. We want our taste in music and art to be [valued]. We crave for external success.”
— kunjaan
Friday, I’ll be fitting a gold crown, a single tooth removable partial denture, and a multi-tooth maxillary removable partial denture. So tomorrow, I deliver over $2000 in dentistry.
If it fits.
Roger Ebert reviews the movie Blue Valentine:
All marriages have milestone moments, events of startling clarity that allow the new lovers to see themselves as a couple who have been defined.
We all had an impossibly difficult weekend because my Dad was diagnosed with Waldenström’s Macroglobulinemia (WM), a type of non-Hodgkin lymphoma. Going into the weekend, we were expecting a cancer diagnosis on Monday, but were hoping for something else. We didn’t expect anything to develop over the weekend, but nurses told my Mom and Dad to watch out for exhaustion over the weekend… and when it was too much, they went in on Saturday.