By now, everyone has seen the ad that Google ran during the Super Bowl, so it’s almost pointless to post it here, but just in case one of you missed it, here it is.
This was by far and away the best advert of the entire night, and one of the cutest, most adorable ad spots for a web/tech company I’ve ever seen.
“I am the Internet. I bring pornographic pictures and the opinions of angry children.” (via)
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Zeldman just posted a great article on showing up on time — nay, early — to meetings and other obligations. I’m glad he did.
How can a client blame you for a cab driver’s mistake? How can a conference organizer hold you accountable for an airline’s cancelled flight?
They can do it because lateness is part of the order of things, and grownup professionals plan for it, just as they plan for budget shortfalls and extra rounds of revision.
I’ve always been one to show up early. Some people get to the party late to make an entrance; I get to the party early to help with setting up and then slink away early in the night.
I credit my regular promptness — nay, my predisposition to be not just on time, but early — to my father, a man whom I’ve never known to be late in his life. For anything. For that, I give him thanks, because there are very few things that drive me batty like people who are constantly tardy.
At my current workplace, tardiness is expected. A 3pm meeting will always start at 3:10pm, even if I’ve been sitting in there since 2:50pm. I take extra work with me to every meeting, knowing I’ll have at least 10-15 minutes of waiting time before meetings begin. This tardiness is not to be frowned upon, but instead it is an expected part of corporate culture. I don’t understand it at all.
Unlike my father, I’m not always early; I’ve had my moments where I’ve made errors in judgment with regards to travel time and shown up late. I can forgive people for that. What drives me batty is consistent patterns of tardiness — where being late is not just expected, but excused.
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A film projectionist talks about his job and cinema in this melancholic documentary short. (via)
“We’re following you, we’re just quiet.” (via)
Some people wear their heart on their sleeves. This Dinosaur? He gives you his whole self on a plate. :D
There is snow everywhere outside my window: on the streets, sidewalks, cars, trees, rooftops, everywhere. Nobody is stirring; the city feels like a ghost town.
I’m putting on a hat and venturing outside to enjoy the quietness, the serenity, the beauty. Wish you were here to join me. We could make snow angels.
If Filmmakers Directed the Super Bowl.
I agree with Kottke: “the Werner Herzog bit at the end is great.”
Amazing set of modernist TV posters featured on the Guardian website today:
Television imagery and artwork is rarely of a quality worth hanging on your walls. Welcome, then, Austrian designer Albert Exergian, who’s created a series of modernist images inspired by TV shows that echo recent online reinterpretations of Saul Bass and Pelican Books.
Each and every single one of these posters is beautiful and absolutely clever if you know anything about the shows in question. My favorites are Californication, Mad Men, and Nip/Tuck, but they’re all worth hanging on your walls.
Admit it. You just said “aaw” out loud. I know you did, because I did too. (photo via)
I’m more than a little bit in love with these shoes.
