Dubstep Cat is sick (by KrashOPS)
“Sexy And I Know It”. Deranged genius of sexual kitsch, via xkcd.com
Seriously: this is not exactly NSFW (depending on where you work - in a Burlesque nightclub you should be fine; administrative wing of the Vatican, probably not so much) but it may cause blindness of several kinds. You have been warned.
the motown legacy is in good hands.
Shit Samuel L Jackson Says.
Perfect.
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Herringbone boot by Generic Surplus (@genericsurplus @projectshow)
These are kind of dope
fuck yeah herringbone pattern!
Introducing Arturia MiniBrute Analog Synthesizer (by Arturiaweb)
Mark my words, gonna buy this the first moment they hit the shelves
Dat currency!
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Many of you have asked, so here’s what’s going on with me.
WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE
- 8/1979: Born. Grew up in CT, built a killer eraser collection, fell in love with computers.
- Left college to start a company. Fell hard. Fled to India for 3 months.
- Started 2nd company. Learned to be an adult. Fell in love with NYC.
- Moved to SF, discovered burritos & some of my fave people on Earth.
- 9/2011: Got diagnosed with Leukemia!
- Cried. Went through 3 cycles of chemo. Hurt. Thought hard about what I want out of life. Grew up a second time.
TODAY
… After over 100 drives organized by friends, family, and strangers, celebrity call-outs, a bazillion reblogs (7000+!), tweets, and Facebook posts, press, fundraising and international drives organized by tireless friends, and a couple painful false starts, I’ve got a 10/10 matched donor!
You all literally helped save my life. (And the lives of many others.)
WHAT HAPPENS NEXT
Tomorrow, I’ll be admitted to Dana Farber in Boston for 4-5 weeks.
First I’ll get a second Hickman line to allow direct access to my heart (for meds and for nutrients if I’m not able to eat). Over the next week, the docs blast my body with a stiff chemo cocktail to try and eradicate all traces of cancer cells. In the process, the immune system I was born with, and my body’s ability to make blood, are destroyed.
Next Friday, I get my donor’s stem cells by IV. I start on immunosuppressants to prevent my body from rejecting them (I’ll be on them for 12-18 months). For these weeks I’ve no immune system, so I’m severely vulnerable to viruses and bacteria. My hospital room and hallway become my world.
Meanwhile, the stem cells make their way to my bone marrow and, with some luck, start producing platelets, red blood cells, and white blood cells. At this point, my blood type changes to the blood type of my donor. And my blood will now have my donor’s DNA, not my own.
This is science fiction stuff. I can hardly believe it’s even possible, and there’s lots of chances for things to go wrong. It’s frightening.
AFTER THE TRANSPLANT
Recovery to a new state of “normal” takes about a year, but there’s a few storm clouds hovering:
- My immune system is new, like a baby’s. I’m prone to getting sick.
- Just as with any organ transplant, there’s a chance of rejection. Except in this case, it’s my blood that’s the foreign body, and it touches every organ. They call it graft-vs-host-disease and it can cause health issues and organ complications for the rest of my life.
- Successful transplant or not, Leukemia can relapse. Stubborn mofo.
Overall, 75% of AML transplant patients survive year one, 50% make it through year five. My odds are a little better since I’m young.
THE GREAT NEWS
I’ve got a long road ahead. But I’ve got a donor & amazing family & friends. A few months ago I didn’t have many options. Today I have a plan.
I am alive. I start tomorrow. Wish me luck!
Thank you.
gq:
GQ’s Best Actress: Michelle Williams
If you just want to stare at more melty-hot photos of the soon-to-be-three-time Oscar nominee and GQ’s Feb 2012 cover subject, click here. (And no worries. We get it.) But if you’re as infatuated with Williams as we are, we highly recommend GQ correspondent Chris Heath’s remarkable profile—one of the most honest and unusual encounters between a reporter and a subject that we’ve read in a long while. The “celebrity profile” is easily demeaned; this piece makes a case for how it can still be special. Read the whole thing here, featuring Michelle on her rough teenage years, being a mother, being sexy, and living without Heath Ledger. Below, the opening two paragraphs.
Here is what happens in this article: I meet with Michelle Williams on three days in two different cities over a bit more than a week. Much does not go as either of us expects. On the first day, we mainly talk about her youth, and I make her cry. On the second, we mainly talk about her becoming Marilyn Monroe. This is the only dry-eyed meeting. (Unless—quite possible—I was too insensitive to notice.) On the third, we mainly talk about her life with, and without, Heath Ledger. At the end of the third day, we walk around a park in the dark. At the end of the second day, we tidy up the leftovers of her daughter’s birthday cupcakes. At the end of the first day, she leaves in tears, her parting words: “That was really awful.”
That’s about all. There’s also a moment at the very end of the article that could be taken as an atmospheric, ambivalent allegory about the chasing of dreams, but is probably just a brief account of a long hike. The rest is taken up with all that kind of stuff that people sometimes say when they’re asked enough questions. If any of it breaks your heart, it was probably already a little broken to begin with.
[Photographs by Michael Thompson]
AUDIO!!!! Large Professor, one of hip hop’s greatest producers blesses us with his 10 FAVORITE SAMPLE FLIPS.
gqfashion: that prada model dude in the middle looks vaguely familiar…
Maxim (by Jubru)