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The golden age of the album cover is pretty much over.
There has been a revival in vinyl sales the last few years driven largely by nostalgia. But, in overall terms, the era of vinyl - the era of the album cover - has gone
The golden age of the album cover is pretty much over.
There has been a revival in vinyl sales the last few years driven largely by nostalgia. But, in overall terms, the era of vinyl - the era of the album cover - has gone
The
b
element represents a span of text to be stylistically offset from the normal prose without conveying any extra importance, such as key words in a document abstract, product names in a review, or other spans of text whose typical typographic presentation is boldened. The following example shows a use of the b element to highlight key words without marking them up as importantIn the following example, objects in a text adventure are highlighted as being special by use of the b element.
<p>You enter a small room. Your <b>sword</b> glows brighter. A <b>rat</b> scurries past the corner wall.</p>
Another case where the b element is appropriate is in marking up the lede (or lead) sentence or paragraph. The following example shows how a BBC article about kittens adopting a rabbit as their own could be marked up using HTML5 elements:
<article> <h2>Kittens 'adopted' by pet rabbit</h2> <p><b>Six abandoned kittens have found an unexpected new mother figure — a pet rabbit.</b></p> <p>Veterinary nurse Melanie Humble took the three-week-old kittens to her Aberdeen home.</p> [...]
This is more like your uncle’s band playing in a warehouse, assuming your uncle was weird and labored under the impression that he was a crooner. It passed into the public realm almost unnoticed, and remained that way for some time; in the major Cohen biography, published in 1996, there’s no entry for the song in the index, despite the fact that the book’s name is the same as the album on which “Hallelujah” originally appears.
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It is early days and we are still getting used to the milk and the new dairy but the flavours coming through are already promising.
I can use a syringe to remove the filling from a Cadbury’s Creme Egg and replace it with Branston Pickle, but it wouldn’t be a good idea… at least I don’t think so… hold that thought.
The cool thing about this is that you can use the Xbox LIVE Amazon Xbox LIVE store to purchase Arcade games and Microsoft points to send as gifts.
At some point in the future, when tinyurl and bit.ly are lost to the annals, you can check the annals (this site) and find out where a shortened URL used to point, and go there. Or archive.org if the original site doesn’t exist anymore.
Pretty spiffy, Tom! FaceBook ain’t got shit on what you guys have now. I definitely prefer MySpace over FaceBook (which annoys the @#$@!# out of me on a daily basis) now.
Pretty wins! At least it does for me. Especially combined with the spammy nature of FaceBook and the fact that FaceBook’s management are a bunch of pricks.
If Dave Shea built the CSS Zen Garden, this was going to be the CSS Weed Patch; a block of code so semantically twisted that it would turn Joe Clark straight.
It was upon thinking of this analogy, however, that I really started to get psyched about this project. After all, it doesn’t take a genius to make perfect code dance. But it would be a real accomplishment to make a pig do the pachanga.
I’ve finally figured out the worst thing about living alone. It’s not the lack of company (I’m pretty great, thus living with me is likewise) but there are certain practical implications to a flat with one occupant. The most critical of which is this:
So does that mean we have to expunge his existence from musical history, [Gary] Glitter-style? Or is murder, you know, not as bad?
Script Summary: Changes the label for Twitter’s Remember Me Checkbox to be more accurate. Installing this script changes the label to be “Remember Me. Maybe. Your guess is as good as ours.” Yes, I’m being cheeky.
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A friend of mine has an HR policy that says you can't hold eye contact with another person in the office for more than 20 seconds
But what if you're trying to signal that you want to sleep with them?
Like everyone, I carry a certain amount of uncertainty at all times. Life, love, breakfast: All these things up in the air, apparently constantly. My attempts to ground any of them are either futile, or go unpredictably awry. This morning, for example, I discovered all the yoghurts in my fridge had expired. That’s a breakfast-related uncertainty, by the way, in case you were expecting metaphors. The opus “Ben in love: A multipack of low-fat yoghurt and fresh fruit garnish” remains a brilliantly titled, yet entirely fictitious autobiography. My favourite is strawberry. I like to think.
I went to see late screening of Objectified in San Francisco last night. Gary Hustwit’s Helvetica was a hugely enjoyable documentary for me, both in style and content, and Objectified felt like a true sequel.
Obviously I wont pay, alternative to last.fm?
I want to see all of this paperwork. Also, why is it "paperwork"? Why isn't it an online form?
It's a Word document.
The worst of both worlds.
Companies committed to a culture of antidesign (also consultants like Jakob Nielsen) may occasionally succeed in the marketplace, but they do so in spite of their antidesign, not because of it. Of course we can’t prove that; we can’t run a controlled experiment, let alone 41 of them with distinct shades of blue. It is merely one of those things a visually literate person knows. The fact that you don’t know it, or you deny it’s important, or deny it even can be known goes to show you really are better suited to programming a computer all day than dealing with actual human beings.