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Catena Wall Clock

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Not that I have $2,500 lying around for a wall clock, but if I did, I’d buy this one. It’s a wonderful idea and is executed very nicely. If you’re Mitt Romney or the Colbert SuperPAC and are looking to unload some cash on somethin’ rad, pick one up here.


TieSight

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Listen up all of you no-neck-tie-wearing hippies out there. This here app might literally save your neck the next time you’ve gotta get all gussied up and wear a neck tie. TieSight allows you to use your iSight camera on your laptop or desktop (Mac only) to walk through how to tie various neck-tie knots. Just stand in front of the camera, line up with the guides and before you know it you’ll be dressed up nicer than a Mexican beer with salt and a lime. But it here on the Mac App Store.


Newspaper Wood

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Designer Mieke Dingen created a process by which she produced a wood-like material using newspaper. Through a complex process of gluing and drying, she could replicate the grain patterns of wood by layering newspapers and essentially squeezing them together.

Vij5 then helped her produce furniture pieces using that material. I love the few pieces I have seen. They have a nice faded wood color, and when you look close, seem to also replicate the fraying and splintering of real wood. Check out some of the shots after the jump.


Norman Mailer’s Last Home

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The New York times just ran a story about famed writer Norman Mailer’s last home, an apartment in Brooklyn Heights. Mailer died in 2007 at age 84, and the apartment is now being sold by Mailer’s children. If you’ve got $2.5 million it’s yours.

This looks like the coolest place to live, ever. I love the description:

“…a quirky cross between a Victorian parlor and the cabin of a sailing yacht.”

A few images after the jump, but read the full article here and check out additional images.


Folk Wellness Co.

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PS is finally attending P.E. class. After years of fake doctor slips, “forgetting” gym clothes, or smoking out back, we’ve finally decided to get in shape. You can too, thanks to Folk Wellness Co., led by our friend Kristin Haver, who can somehow talk you into working out for a full hour, which is about 58 minutes more than I prefer.

Kristin was nice enough to hold a class just for us, mainly due to protest on our part about 6:30am classes. Our classes are Tuesday and Thursday mornings at 8am, at Butler Park. Anyone is welcome. You’ll eventually need the following: water, a mat or towel, weights, and a jump rope, as well as payment, which is broken down here.

We hope to see you there.


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Not your typical Walgreen’s pharmacy.

It’s called the spoon prank, and it is hilarious.

Brine Icicles don’t mess around. They’re killer.

Would you ride a giant spoke-less ferris wheel?

Stop annoying your neighbors with these cheap soundproofing techniques.

One of our favorite Austin spots receives FFFest praise for their “Slayer Dog”

One used time traveling DeLorean for sale. $600,000 OBO.

How good at Kerning are you? Why not test yourself?

It’s October, so why not celebrate with some Dia De Los Modernists posters?

While we’re talkin’ food, how about a pencil sharpener that dispenses parmesan pencil shavings? Yum!

Need to peel an entire head of garlic in under 10 seconds? Do it with two bowls.

This is the kinda Garden Gnome that lets people know you mean business.

Darth Vader blows some hot air.

You really need to be following Adam Garcia’s sketchbook blog.

That’s a really cool fountain. I want that in my yard.

Hey Portland! Cheat Local!

Marty McFly and Doc Brown have a backstory finally.

It’s the cartoon color wheel.

What if Charles Schulz wrote Jaws?

If there’s anything you learn from this, it’s that you shouldn’t get a discount taxidermist.

Not that you don’t already, but keep in mind that chain emails are bad.

I’m all for this kind of nuclear proliferation.

Let’s all have a meat machine dance party!

Shredder wants you for the foot.