When the robots come for us, it will be buzzing. Matrix meets Silent Hill meets Hoth:

The Biojewellery project takes bone cells from couples and cultures them into rings for each other to wear.

Linn Olofsdotter, via Web Designer Wall

Ze Frank’s letter with gems like these:

“Even though you’ve become massively in debt from gifts you bought your ex, at least your newfound addiction to cigarettes has left you with bad breath.”

“Since on average you fall in love every 9 years, you’ll only be 40 when it happens again.”

“You get to do a huge spring-cleaning regardless of the season since half your stuff is now in the “memorabilia” category.”

“You get to experience what its like to be a depressed, tormented artist…just without the motivation or talent.”

I confess. All my jeans are Swedish.

Before leaving San Francisco in December, I purchased a pair of what at the time were the best-fitting jeans I’d ever worn. Handed to me by the clerk at Rolo, with her suggestion that I just try these on, I fell in love with their ideal balance of skinny and not-skinny. I immediately bought them, along with an olive Nice Collective jacket.

Stuck in Heathrow a month later, flipping through the Lonely Planet guide to Stockholm, I saw a mention of Acne jeans, pioneers of the skinny leg. I blinked, and contorted myself to see the label above my butt. Sure enough, Acne. I was headed to Sweden wearing Swedish jeans.

Today I went out to refresh my dwindling supply of jeans without holes in key places. I’m not sure what happens to my pants—bicycling, motorcycling, climbing, dancing, drinking, [falling down]—but they all end up dying a slow death. So shortly before executing an entirely graceless low-speed high-side off the Ducati—my first, and right in front of Desmosport, YES—I paid a visit to Rolo Garage.

Rolo Garage on Howard Street has Acne jeans for $80. Eighty bucks. Anyway, happy dance, shortly after sadface when my calves didn’t fit into the black jeans I also tried on.

Extra bonus shopping win: Before jeans & T-shirt purchase, I went to REI to replace my time and Pista-worn approach shoes. Until March 30, REI is giving members 20% off on any single item. That, and I had a fat dividend to spend. I walked spending less than half of what the Merrells cost new.

In conclusion, I R HAPPY WITH NOT SPENDING THE MONIES. Also, this post brought to you by the letters G, A and Y.

In a former life, I designed levels for videogames. It’s nice to run across an article saying nice things like this:

“The series' final stage is one of its best, an enormous and complex installation packed with foes and tricky objectives -- a fine conclusion to a fine trilogy.”

“...the non-linear story and the gameplay work in unison, makes Infinity the most rewarding game Bungie has created to date.”

PC Perspective has an interview with John Carmack where he discusses real-time raytracing, physics APIs, sparse voxel representations and Id Tech 6.

(via Slashdot)

Slashdot is on today.

Two gems: Dmitri Tymoczko’s theory of representing chordal music in N-dimensional space and Paul Krugman’s paper on interstellar economics.

I can’t believe another white person hadn’t already made this.

Walking out of the penumbra of the trainwreck that my love life has been for the past six months, it was nice to find this video from The Whitest Boy Alive, simultaneously scratching all kinds of itches—typographic, lyrical and otherwise.

Also, the very excellent Fred Falke remix.