• A Kickstarter cartoon on page 66 of this week’s New Yorker

    A Kickstarter cartoon on page 66 of this week’s New Yorker

    9 months ago 24 notes
  • “How has it been possible for banks to grow from less than 4 per cent of the global economy to more than 12 per cent of the global economy without impoverishing others? How has it been possible for profits in the financial sector to be consistently higher than profits from other human endeavors with more tangible products or impacts on our daily lives - such as agriculture, transport, health care or utilities?”

    — Lies, Damn Lies, and Libor
    10 months ago 5 notes
  • “If attempts to manipulate LIBOR were successful—and the regulators think that Barclays did manage it, on occasion—then this would be the biggest securities fraud in history”

    — The LIBOR Affair, The Economist
    10 months ago 2 notes
  • “This place is crazy. Like the stuff of dreams, and then so much more. At the moment I’m snugged in here inside the boat as an early evening thunderstorm is passing by outside….which, given that it’s a Saturday evening here, is, like, the greatest gift ever. Because rain means that the ol drunkards won’t fight the elements to congregate at the “resort”/shitty watering-hole next door to beat the living daylights out of each other. It means there will be no punches thrown, no retreats behind my slumbering boat, no exchange of large boulders that will or will not knock dear friends of mine out cold. It means there will be no homemade bombs hurled over the fence, no burning of homes in retaliation, no sunrise wakeups to find buggy-eyed boys milling around with axes and other such homemade murdering tools. So, yes, rain - it’s a good thing.”

    — Emily Richmond has been in Papau New Guinea for the past three months. Stay safe Emily! We miss you!
    11 months ago 2 notes
  • “As creative people, we have always been trained (and with good reason) to view money like an illegitimate child — don’t ever ever talk about it; if you have it, don’t admit it; and if you find yourself without, definitely don’t ever openly desire to have some.”

    — Something I wrote while inviting Amanda Palmer to use Kickstarter way back in June 2009.
    11 months ago 23 notes
  • We are in the mountains south of Tokyo in a place called Yudanaka. It’s all nature, climbing mountains thick with trees. A big stream runs through a small valley where about four old structures sit. One of them is where we’re staying. 

To get here we took a train for an hour, then another train for an hour, then a 20 minute car ride up into the mountains, then a 20 minute hike to where we are now. 

There are snow monkeys here. The first two things the owner said were “monkeys everywhere” and “don’t look monkey in the eye.”

We went out to the spring, a small rock pool above the stream. There were two old naked Japanese men but no monkeys. Then suddenly a monkey walked right by me from behind, startling me. And then we saw them everywhere. Most languidly walk but others gallop. There were babies. None paid us any attention. Most were about 100 yards away. 

Dinner was a small burner in the middle of our table and a huge spread of dishes. A fried trout from the stream. Catfish sashimi. Duck to boil on the burner. Leaves from the forest in tempura. Grasshoppers sweet like syrup. 

The two older Japanese men from earlier shared their sake with us. We toasted. Through the man who runs the inn they ask the same two questions everyone asks us: Have you been to Japan before? Do you like it? First time and yes, very much. 

The inn is a maze of halls and doors. It’s not a large building by any means but it hooks and nestles in infinite ways. A cardboard sign sitting on the floor says “TV Room.” Another says “Ping Pong Room 3rd floor.”

There are snow monkey photos and paintings everywhere. It’s as if this is their home and we are their guests. I guess that’s right. 

My room is very traditional. A small table and bed roll on a straw mat floor. In a glass case there is an enormous old hornet’s nest still attached to a tree branch. All rooms have a bucket with a long yellow rope for climbing out the window. We wonder why.

It’s the middle of the night, and the rain is tapping on the roof. There’s a warbling bird call that fills the air. 

In the morning we’ll walk through the woods and sit in the springs once more. After, we’ll hike down the trail once again and begin winding our way back to Tokyo, gleaming in the light.

    We are in the mountains south of Tokyo in a place called Yudanaka. It’s all nature, climbing mountains thick with trees. A big stream runs through a small valley where about four old structures sit. One of them is where we’re staying.

    To get here we took a train for an hour, then another train for an hour, then a 20 minute car ride up into the mountains, then a 20 minute hike to where we are now.

    There are snow monkeys here. The first two things the owner said were “monkeys everywhere” and “don’t look monkey in the eye.”

    We went out to the spring, a small rock pool above the stream. There were two old naked Japanese men but no monkeys. Then suddenly a monkey walked right by me from behind, startling me. And then we saw them everywhere. Most languidly walk but others gallop. There were babies. None paid us any attention. Most were about 100 yards away.

    Dinner was a small burner in the middle of our table and a huge spread of dishes. A fried trout from the stream. Catfish sashimi. Duck to boil on the burner. Leaves from the forest in tempura. Grasshoppers sweet like syrup.

    The two older Japanese men from earlier shared their sake with us. We toasted. Through the man who runs the inn they ask the same two questions everyone asks us: Have you been to Japan before? Do you like it? First time and yes, very much.

    The inn is a maze of halls and doors. It’s not a large building by any means but it hooks and nestles in infinite ways. A cardboard sign sitting on the floor says “TV Room.” Another says “Ping Pong Room 3rd floor.”

    There are snow monkey photos and paintings everywhere. It’s as if this is their home and we are their guests. I guess that’s right.

    My room is very traditional. A small table and bed roll on a straw mat floor. In a glass case there is an enormous old hornet’s nest still attached to a tree branch. All rooms have a bucket with a long yellow rope for climbing out the window. We wonder why.

    It’s the middle of the night, and the rain is tapping on the roof. There’s a warbling bird call that fills the air.

    In the morning we’ll walk through the woods and sit in the springs once more. After, we’ll hike down the trail once again and begin winding our way back to Tokyo, gleaming in the light.

    12 months ago 15 notes
  • A Kickstarter feature on the front page of today’s New York Times Business section. There’s an infographic too. 

    A Kickstarter feature on the front page of today’s New York Times Business section. There’s an infographic too. 

    1 year ago 21 notes
  • My dad.

    My dad.

    1 year ago 12 notes
  • Sports

    Sports

    1 year ago 1 note
  • “The awesome, and final, powers of the Justices are best exercised sparingly and with restraint. Their normal burdens of interpreting laws are heavy enough. No one expects the Justices to be making health-care policy any more than we expect them to be picking Presidents, which, it may be remembered, is not exactly their strength, either.”

    — Oh snap, Jeffrey Toobin! (New Yorker)
    1 year ago 0 notes
  • “People detained for minor offenses can turn out to be the most devious and dangerous criminals.”

    — Supreme Court Disgrace Anthony Kennedy in a decision giving law enforcement the legal clearance to strip search anyone they detain.
    1 year ago 3 notes
  • Paul Ford tweeted this last night. Read from the bottom up. Interesting.

    Paul Ford tweeted this last night. Read from the bottom up. Interesting.

    1 year ago 9 notes
  • “United States government scientists recently reported, for instance, that February was the 324th consecutive month in which global temperatures exceeded their long-term average for a given month; the last month with below-average temperatures was February 1985.”

    — Weather Runs Hot and Cold, So Scientists Look to the Ice (NY Times)
    1 year ago 3 notes
  • Ten Best Players in the NBA (3/26/2011)

    1. Lebron James
    2. Dwyane Wade
    3. Kobe Bryant
    4. Kevin Durant
    5. Dwight Howard
    6. Derrick Rose
    7. Kevin Love
    8. Tony Parker
    9. James Harden
    10. Chris Paul

    1 year ago 1 note
  • “Albert Maysles lead the late meeting and told us the reason to make films is to make friends.”

    — Project Update from The Commentator
    1 year ago 2 notes

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