Collin en-US Let's go fly a kite... <div align="center"> <p><img src="" alt="" title="" /></p> <p><img src="" alt="" title="" /></p> <p><img src="" alt="" title="" /></p> <p><img src="" alt="" title="" /></p> <p><img src="" alt="" title="" /></p> </div> Annie? <div align="center"> <object width="425" height="344"><br /> <param name="movie" value=""></param> <param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object> </div> White's move and mate in two. <div align="center"> <img src="" alt="" title="" /> </div> <p>No hidden pieces. Black pawn direction doesn't matter. </p> Ba dum ching. <blockquote><p>A friend of mine found an interesting anagram of "BANACH TARSKI".<br /> .<br /> .<br /> .<br /> It's "BANACH TARSKI BANACH TARSKI"...</p></blockquote> I have 60 drawers. And a unicycle. <div align="center"> <img src="" alt="" title="" /> </div> Anwar fixed my self-referential camera. <div align="center"> <img src="" alt="" title="" /> </div> And history goes round and round... <a href=""></a> <blockquote><p><strong>I. Everything is at its Acme-</strong></p> <p>especially the art of making one's way in the world. There is more required nowadays to make a single wise man than formerly to make Seven Sages, and more is needed nowadays to deal with a single person than was required with a whole people in former times.</p> <p>-Balthasar Gracian, The Art of Worldly Wisdom 1637 </p></blockquote> "It's an old man's drink, it's boring, it tastes like shit" <a href=""></a> <p>And most people are stupid. I'm not sure I like this guy. Blending Caol Ila? </p> I want one... <div align="center"><img src="" alt="" title="" /></div> <p><a href=""><br /> Bellman espresso machine...</a> </p> Fall down. <div align="center"><img src="" alt="" title="" /></div> <p>Lasted about a week. Back up with brackets into the ceiling. </p> They cut down the trees in front of my childhood home. <p><iframe width="425" height="350" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src=",42.098406,-87.756944&time=&date=&ttype=&saddr=&daddr=&mra=pr&ie=UTF8&t=h&om=1&ll=42.096961,-87.765591&spn=0.000975,0.002693&z=19&output=embed&s=AARTsJrvOqjqay_jFxBpKs8vM3dOwDEubA"></iframe><br /><small><a href=",42.098406,-87.756944&time=&date=&ttype=&saddr=&daddr=&mra=pr&ie=UTF8&t=h&om=1&ll=42.096961,-87.765591&spn=0.000975,0.002693&z=19&source=embed" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left">View Larger Map</a></small> </p> Birthplace of the Schwinn of Rustiness <p>Right <a href=",42.098406,-87.756944&time=&date=&ttype=&saddr=&daddr=&mra=pr&ie=UTF8&ll=42.098314,-87.757201&spn=0.000975,0.002693&t=h&z=19&om=1">here</a>.</p> <p><iframe width="425" height="350" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src=",42.098406,-87.756944&time=&date=&ttype=&saddr=&daddr=&mra=pr&ie=UTF8&t=h&om=1&s=AARTsJrvOqjqay_jFxBpKs8vM3dOwDEubA&ll=42.09834,-87.757019&spn=0.000697,0.00114&z=19&output=embed"></iframe><br /><small><a href=",42.098406,-87.756944&time=&date=&ttype=&saddr=&daddr=&mra=pr&ie=UTF8&t=h&om=1&ll=42.09834,-87.757019&spn=0.000697,0.00114&z=19&source=embed" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left">View Larger Map</a></small> </p> Ah shadenfreude... <a href=""></a> <blockquote><p>After several years of hibernating in my parent's garage, I dug my bike out and brought it to the local repair shop for a much needed tune-up. They quickly informed me that my 14 year-old U-lock was not going cut it on the mean streets of New York and then demonstrated by easily opening it with a regular Bic pen.</p> <p>So I needed a new lock. The recommended approach is to use at least two, one to secure both wheels to the frame and another to secure the frame to a post—which doesn't even cover the seat.</p></blockquote> <p>What about your fork? ZOMG!</p> <blockquote><p>The true test is always on the street. After a night of being locked to parking sign on a dark street off Houston, I found the bike with both wheels and the seat exactly where I left if it. The handle bars, however, were gone.</p></blockquote> <p>Ben? </p> Incedibly precarious bicycles... <div align="center"><img src="" alt="" title="" /></div> Danger bear, danger bear... <a href=""></a> <div align="center"><img src="" alt="" title="" /></div> We were more indie. <p>You <a href="">suck</a> like the love child of a pornstar and a hoover CoolHunting. Stop pimping this corporate shit... </p> Such a pain in my ass... <div align="center"><a href=""><img src="" alt="" title="" /></a></div> <p>Still slop in the frame/fork... </p> Lawyers make the world more boring. <div align="center"><img src="" alt="" title="" /></div> <p>video on this <a href="">page</a>. </p> This old guy is core. <a href=""></a> <div align="center"><img src="" alt="" title="" /></div> <p>'51 Raleigh with a 62-42-22 triple, homemade derailleurs, suicide shift on the front. </p> And that's why his work is better than that god damn fucking bullshit yarn. <blockquote><p>In Mr. Serra’s case you can also call it democratic art because it sticks to pure form that requires no previous<br /> expertise to grasp. There’s no coy narrative, no insider joke or historical allusion or meta-art theme. There’s none<br /> of what Mr. Serra disdainfully calls, in the show’s catalog, “post-Pop Surrealism,” by which he lumps together all<br /> contemporary art that leans for a crutch on language and Duchamp.</p></blockquote>