sep 8



 Courtney Love is on Friendster. Unlike most celeb Friendster accounts, this one is very likely real. In other news, Friendster recently received a cool million in venture capital money. Investors include heavies from Yahoo, PayPal, Amazon, and Net

 Sergey of Google and Rael of Google Hacks were on NPR's Science Friday. (Happy Birthday, Google.)


 Long, decent Douglas Coupland interview over at Morning News. It's worth it.

 Amy's Robot says that DeLillo's White Noise has been made into a screenplay. I'm foaming and frothing.


 Elevator Moods features short movies shot from the point of view of an elevator security camera. I am oddly enthralled.

 The Pentagon is screening one of my favorite movies. It seems they have a different agenda.

 This Is Not a Love Song, supposedly the first feature-length film released online, debuted (or at least tried to debut) this weekend.


 The cover of this month's Wired is "Superproducers" (not online yet), a profile of Timbaland, The Neptunes, Dan the Automator -- in other words, those I envy. Although I enjoyed the blurbs (it was hardly and "cover story"), I've gotta ask if this isn't a bit of demographic searching on the part of Wired. I guess if they're going to move further into lifestyle/culture reporting, this is an okay place to start. Maybe. has redesigned. Matt Welch's big-scale attack on so-called alternative press is a great transition piece. The claim: blogging replaces the city alternative paper. There's also a piece on new online magazines.

 Very unsurprising in it's surprise, the guy from Vice has written an editorial in The American Conservative.

 Who's a black, conservative, virgin, under five feet tall running for governor of Calfornia? Who else?


 Redesign Jakob Nielson's site contest. I'm thinking something like this.

 Barney's website launched. Everything is obscenely expensive.


 Satancide rules.

 The first linkable thing from Rolling Stone in months: Behind the Lines. Beck, Michael Stipe, Steve Malkmus, Liz Phair and others reveal the origins of famous lyrics. It's okay.

 Salon gives Bjork the full-scale retrospective treatment.

 Another Outkast profile. I wonder how many "we're not breaking up" stories this is.

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