Trading up from a paper clip to a house - Over the course of about 10 trades, this guy has gone from a large red paperclip to a year’s free rent in Arizona. He’s looking to continue trading until he gets a house.
This man is a genius.
Panopticon - When researching that previous link, I ran across the panopticon, a prison designed by a philosopher (sounds interesting already) that would: “allow an observer to observe all prisoners without the prisoners being able to tell if they are being observed or not, thus conveying a ‘sentiment of an invisible omniscience’.”
Perhaps the internet really can make you smarter — or at least armed with a trivial storehouse of knowledge.
Man caught changing traffic lights - This guy was changing traffic lights for two years with something called an Opticon, and was only charged $50 when caught. I would think it would be way way more.
In the grand Tumbledry tradition, I bring you another round of “5 Questions.” Five questions is presented here on a very irregular schedule; that is, whenever I think of it. It is a tumbledry feature, just like “Food at the Binz” or “boring posts about my life” (the latter category receives many many entries). For those of you who are new to the game: the first five questions asked of me via the comments attached to this post will be answered. Plain and simple.
I will leave a comment below to answer the questions after five have accumulated. If I have not yet written answers, yet 5 questions have been asked, you may still write questions — but there are no guarantees about whether you will receive a response.
Ask away.
My best title for an image yet.
Credit to Jimmy Eat World for these lyrics. On their newest (amazing) EP “Stay On My Side Tonight” (recommended by tumbledryer Nils) is a great song called “Closer.” The lyrics follow.
Every day I get a little closer dear
Will you love me darling when I get there
I’ll need sunshine
I’ll need rest
Pour us whiskey, water, kiss
Remember me she said smiling
Write my name somewhere safe
Touch and taste fades with space
I’ll never be who you dream
Every day I try a little harder dear
But those things you do I don’t wanna hear
You’ll have yours I’ll have mine
No one guilty
No one right
Every day I get a little closer dear
Gonna drive fast all night ‘til I get there
Not much time we can waste
Nothing pretty left to say
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