Science geeks like me will enjoy this short video that imagines what the tenth dimension is like (by walking us through the nine that precede it).
Thanks, BoingBoing!
Showing posts with label video. Show all posts
Showing posts with label video. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Incredible stop-motion animation video
My wife will be upset because video is still all jumpy when she tries to watch it on her computer.... but the rest of you will enjoy this.
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Legoland, Part 5:
New Orleans
Yes, there's more. Today, just one photo -- a shot from Legoland's Miniland, this time the section devoted to recreating New Orleans entirely out of Lego blocks. On a little out-of-the-way street I saw two cops roughing up a perp, their actions being closely watched (and documented) by a curious bystander. OK, only one is roughing up the suspect -- the other is on the lookout for curious bystanders... look out when he notices our shutterbug!
Friday, October 19, 2007
More Joey Bishop
“Marilyn, I told you to sit in the truck,”
Joey Bishop (1918-2007), comedian, In the middle of a performance at the Copacabana in Manhattan, Marilyn Monroe suddenly appeared, swathed in white ermine. From the New York Times obituary
Joey Bishop (1918-2007), comedian, In the middle of a performance at the Copacabana in Manhattan, Marilyn Monroe suddenly appeared, swathed in white ermine. From the New York Times obituary
From the book Photo By Sammy Davis, Jr. text by Burt Boyar
At opening night during Sinatra’s sold-out engagement at the Copa, the room was packed full with major celebrities, crackling with excitement, anticipating Sinatra’s presence. Frank skipped the dinner show for opening night. He would open at midnight for the heavy hitters. Every columnist, every name in New York was there, glued to their coveted seats, waiting for Sinatra.
The buzz around the room was restrained hysteria. Two words could be heard over everything: Sinatra…Frank…Sinatra. Finally, the band blared, a drum roll, the show was starting. The announcer said, “Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Joey Bishop,” and on walked a virtually unknown comic, Frank’s opening act. The disinterest in him was embarrassing. People hardly turned their heads toward him. He stood in the center of the tiny stage, just a few feet away from tables on this left, right, and in front of him. He did not speak. He waited. Slowly the room began quieting down, focusing on this curiosity. When there was silence he looked meaningfully around at the overflow crowd.
“You think this is something? Wait’ll Frank’s people get here.”
It shattered the ice. Joey had worked for months on a brand new act, he threw it all way that night and ad-libbed himself into becoming a star.
This is the stuff my parents and grandparents watched when I was a kid. The video is really rather corny, but it gives you a feel for the era.
At opening night during Sinatra’s sold-out engagement at the Copa, the room was packed full with major celebrities, crackling with excitement, anticipating Sinatra’s presence. Frank skipped the dinner show for opening night. He would open at midnight for the heavy hitters. Every columnist, every name in New York was there, glued to their coveted seats, waiting for Sinatra.
The buzz around the room was restrained hysteria. Two words could be heard over everything: Sinatra…Frank…Sinatra. Finally, the band blared, a drum roll, the show was starting. The announcer said, “Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Joey Bishop,” and on walked a virtually unknown comic, Frank’s opening act. The disinterest in him was embarrassing. People hardly turned their heads toward him. He stood in the center of the tiny stage, just a few feet away from tables on this left, right, and in front of him. He did not speak. He waited. Slowly the room began quieting down, focusing on this curiosity. When there was silence he looked meaningfully around at the overflow crowd.
“You think this is something? Wait’ll Frank’s people get here.”
It shattered the ice. Joey had worked for months on a brand new act, he threw it all way that night and ad-libbed himself into becoming a star.
This is the stuff my parents and grandparents watched when I was a kid. The video is really rather corny, but it gives you a feel for the era.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
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