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June 2009
Tourists flock to jail for Jackson tribute
BD Horror News - 'Akira' Project is Dead as a Doornail
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May 2009
Selector - BOOOOOOOM! - CREATE * INSPIRE * COMMUNITY * ART * DESIGN * MUSIC * FILM * PHOTO * PROJECTS
Who says print is dead? For every mag headed for a tomb, there’s another one poppin’ out of a womb.
Remembering Bogle Chandler - an interactive narrative
April 2009
Campagne Left 4 Dead - Paris by night... - Team DeadCPC DevBlog
10 Cool Things We’ll Be Able To Do Once IE6 Is Dead
zastica - IconBuffet is Dead ?
March 2009
Dead pixel in Google Earth – today and tomorrow
“Dead pixel in Google Earth” by Helmut Smits, 82 x 82 cm burned square, the size of one pixel from an altitude of 1 km.
Posterous.com
February 2009
You're being insensitive (Scripting News)
When I needed heart surgery in 2002 and the doctor told me my life was over if I didn't get it, you might say he was being insensitive, but he was telling me something that I knew was true that I needed to hear. Three days later after the surgery, recouperating, the surgeon told me if I resumed smoking I would be dead in three years. Again, insensitive (he said it with a smile on his face believe it or not), but I'm glad he said it. The way he said it made it easier to quit. Sometimes the truth hurts. You can't blame people for saying things they believe, even if it hurts you to hear it.
…many things are hard to hear, for some reason. They are true.
Interest Rate Cuts All Round?
January 2009
ThePirateBay Enhancer - UserScipts - Greasemonkey - 2008
December 2008
If Charlie Parker Was a Gunslinger,<br>There'd Be a Whole Lot of Dead Copycats: The Art of Travel #21
"And, of course, that is what all of this is - all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs - that song, endlesly reincarnated - born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 - same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness." -- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather
November 2008
