Ze Frank: True Facts ‒ Where Have All The Fireflies Gone [4min].

can you like ... just stop

you’re not helping

(both of the side streets are right-turn-only onto sixth, so someone said “LET’S MAKE THE INTERSECTION BIKE-FRIENDLY” but instead they painted some magical pretend lines)

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A: put some goddamn cement down. how much does cement cost? make cement curb rectangles and put planters inside, those cost less. lines do nothing. no one cares (even the bulbouts are just lines). oh wait, someone will probably mount the planter and damage their car’s undercarriage. oh god. oh jeez. But good news across the pond, San Francisco recently discovered that eleven years of making cars safer and billions of dollars down the drain didn’t help Vision Zero and now they’re going to focus on peds/biking. Wow. God. Jeez.

Knorpp Candy Co. Marshmallow Pumpkins. I will be talking about Knorpp in about five years. Anyway, these little folx, I love them. So much personality ... probably about 100 years old. Available now for only $10000.

Pee-wee as Himself ‒ Official Trailer ‒ HBO [2min].

Not Just Bikes: The Absolute Best Transportation for Cities [35min].

I forgot to include these lemon crate labels with the second heapin’ helping of lemon blathering.

Jaiden Animationss: I was almost in Squid Game [14min].

Did a quick search for “I am a Lemon” RE the candy product I blathered about earlier this month. So far my favorite is “I am a Lemon Law lawyer.” “I am a laconic Lisbon-located Lemon Law lawyer, let’s LITIGATE!” Found this product, a desk clock that reads “I AM A LEMON.” Because ... it is a lemon. “Made from the recovery of orange and lemon peels from the heart of the Mediterranean, it is a 100% Made in Italy product supported by a short supply chain.” There is also an organic filament available, REKRILL(R)-MENT Orange and you’ll never guess what it’s made of.

They don’t mention the odor. I hope it smells like oranges, that would be TITE

That was one of my big stumbling blocks with 3d printers, bringing more plastic into the world. Perhaps this can be solved worldwide with the powair of ORANGES #ORANGES

Ma Cola trademark registration. Filed September 20th, 1909.

1926 advertisement for Cannon Ball scooters and variants from Hunt, Helm, Ferris & Co. These are my favorite type of ye olde ads ‒ show as much as you can. Wordy, chewy dense design. The 1926 Skee-boggan certainly feels like “prior art” to throw at the Snurfer. Same pad, same shape, just instead of a rope, a nice wooden pole that will really give you a poke when you wipe out halfway down the hill.

Radiohead ‒ No Surprises [2009; 3min].

Angela Collier: women in space but it sucks [41min].

I told you Clara Bow was cool. Western Confectioner, 1929 January pg 68.

Western Confectioner, 1927 January pg 10.

The dorks are thirsty in Atlanta
And there’s malted milk in Texarkana
And we’ll bring it back no matter what it takes

Brick Experiment Channel: 5 Lego Walkers vs 7 Obstacles [5min].

Watched three documentaries on Kanopy which is available to you if you have a US library card or are a US student/professor. It has a strange ticketing system that combines poorly with the minimalistic UI: you get x tickets a month, some movies are 2 tickets, some are 4, etc. But the number of tickets is not on the thumbnail. What is the category of the movie, all I see is a thumbnail and a title. Sorry, you’ll have to click through to see that. Can I block the “kids"/"horror"/"general accounting principles of Thailand” category? No. Also we put all the “The” movies under “T” for “The” (I don’t want any mail about this. You’re wrong, and you’re wrong, you all get a wrong).

Given that State of Play had “junior” members of a gaming team cleaning the house and doing the dishes to develop discipline in between endless gaming sessions and Salaryman covering the work camps that have blaring announcements at 6am to get up to make your company some goddamn money, I’m guessing there’s exploitative camps for upcoming idols as well. But I had to stop Tokyo Idols because watching the delusional middle-age man/teenage idol parasocial situation wasn’t my bag, and apparently as the movie progresses ages go down to ten. The scene in which there were workers specifically assigned to move/shove fans along a hand-shaking line of idols, and the half-hearted attempts by the fans to stay shaking hands as long as they could was sort of fractally all I needed to see.

I got all excited earlier today because I thought I had found a remnant of an artist’s collective in Europe that used to build wooden collage-type structures in the disused areas betwixt scary motorway ribbons. But it was just a street artist that wrote things on bridges over and over again.

I think it was named something like Bilder 37. I dunno. Lemme rummage through my website history from 1998 [FX: sand flows through fingers while dramatic music plays].

I should probably make a list of everything I’m looking for. That’s another thing to put on my to-do list, very exciting.

I have given up on finding any online information about the candy bar I was talking about earlier today. Here it is, trying to cash in on the 1927 movie It starring Clara Bow.

The print itself is part of a 1927 display created by Shellmar Products Co., formerly of Chicago (current auction). McDonalds was the branding used by the J. G. McDonald company. You will find a large amount of information about the company on this page.

Check out the Kansas City marquee at the wikipedia link for It (the film).

I like Clara Bow because she filled one of her house’s rooms with dirt for her dog.

I am doing research on a candy bar from about 1927 for recreational reasons. I started down the path because of the name. It’s a ... strange name. Not the best name for a candy. The best name for a candy, which I’ve covered before (perhaps in upcoming materials, I can’t remember), is “I am a Lemon.” This is from a Butler Bros. 1910 catalog.

You sure are, pal. I hope the person that named “I am a Lemon” retired with full benefits immediately after. There’s no “up” from there. The early earlyings of the candy industry has a wealth of amazing labels, I’m surprised someone hasn’t made a giant coffee table book. Someone: get on that. Anyway. The research reminded me of a similar endless-dead end research jag I took trying to find any information about the security hubs on the front fork of my beloved Gazelle Populair. It was purchased in Amsterdam, then became part of a fleet of bicycles in Oakland, then sat in a Berkeley garage for four years, now it’s my weekly grocery-getter and good-weather-fun-time-mobile. The security hubs/nuts on the front, I just didn’t worry about them for months. Didn’t even have one thought about them, except “damn, those are ugly.” They were conical. Like pokey conical, to stop crimers from getting a wrench on and making off with the front wheel. There were little slots to insert a specialized tool into the hub-nuts. “I will research this,” I thought, researchingly. I never found one mention/image of the hubs. I tried translating everything to Dutch as well, tried all the searches with and without “Gazelle,” etc. The bike shoppe was also flummoxed. They ended up taking a radial saw to ’em and thus ended the reign of torment of the strange one-off security hub-nuts. Now the bike has what I call “slow release” hub-nuts, Hexlox.

Since I’m mentioning bike products. I’m not a bike product person, but I got a bike gauge recently, to check tire pressure. I have an old pump with a gauge, and a brand-new 3x more expensive model with a gauge, and I found the gaugin’ experience with both of them to be lacking. This tiny-ass gauge though, yeah. So good. Exactly what I want. No batteries, no USB charge port. A little reset button. Solid, heavy, durable, US made.

ACCU-GAGE® by Milton® Shrader Valve Bike Tire Pressure Gauge with Bleed Valve. Fuggin’ twelve bucks and change. Cheaper than food. Fool your friends. I receive no money from anyone for this written enthusiasm.