Rafael Araujo‘s work blows me away considering it’s hand-drafted and not computer-generated (unless he traced it and hand-lettered it). Either way, it’s killer manual drafting, and some day I’d like to talk to him about it.
[Confidential to R. Araujo – I saw what you did there. – Bunk]
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Yep. The American Flag now flies over the U.S. Embassy in a country dedicated to the abolishment of the one form of government that is guaranteed to bring its denizens out of poverty, i.e., capitalism.
I pity those who think that capitalism is a bad thing, for they’ve been deceived and lied to, and the people who suffered under Castro’s brutal and oppressive regime are unable to speak.
Except for a very few, and I’ve met some of them. They’re not happy about this at all because they remember what happened to themselves and their families when the communists took over.
So where do we go from here?
¡MUSICA CUBANO!
The Cuban sound is a mixture of Spanish, African and European styles, an eclectic mix that blends well. Meanwhile, here’s another great Cuban:
Steven Stills & Manassas. Stills wanted to become one of The Monkees prior to his days with CSN&Y, but he was rejected for contract conflicts. It probably had something to do with being a Cuban, like this orchestra:
In case you didn’t click the link last time around, that’s Prague’s Talichova Komorní Filharmonie in 2012 performing a classic song by the late Cuban composer Frank Zappa.
Have a great weekend, folks. See you back here tomorrow.
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How to handle job interviews like a pro.
More stuff about knots than what you learned in Boy Scouts. I can’t tell if this is brilliance, a spoof, or if someone in the UC Santa Barbara math department has gone scooters.
A Sloth Awakes [via]. I pray that someone called the police.
Top 5 Grammar Rules Not To Break [via]. Like, ya.
Frank Zappa’s classic “Peaches en Regalia” played by Talichova Komorní Filharmonie during the 2012 edition of Golden Prague International Television Festival.
The Magnus Effect. It’s more than just for sports [via].
Fred Johnson. (That’s him at the top of this post.)
I remember playing No Ball. The games would go on until someone’s porch light came on, and we’d ignore it. Then someone’s mom would holler at us and the game was postponed. The score remained the same (343 to 352) until we resumed the following day and stopped again at sundown (441 to 455).
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