A blog highlighting great finds from Etsy. — joelaz
I love tumbling down the rabbit hole on the internet, but I also love having my own hand-picked rabbit hole, peppered with bits of cool things found by the people I’m following. Like this little gem of a site.
I should probably clarify that it’s more of a fascination with Jakob Lodwick than it is a hatred, and the Hall and Oats song has nothing to do with him, I just wanted to use this jam for my own personal enjoyment. But I bet he regrets that bong picture whole bunches.
You can not only vote, but also submit the name and picture of someone you think deserves the esteemed title of Wired Sexy Geek.
Here are six suggestions to get you started. Remember, geeks are not just computer nerds. They’re dedicated to the point of being obsessed, so smart they scare you, and hot in a possibly undefinable way. We know you know what we mean.
Ok, get your submissions in. The men seem hopelessly outnumbered. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?
Much better. I love the story in the last few paragraphs. — emeraldesquire
Funny. One of my earliest memories is my father carrying his Zero Halliburton with the only thing anyone should carry in one of them. His Hassleblad. Watching him playing that thing like it was the finest instrument ever made. That’s where my love of photography first started, I’m sure.
And then it came to fruition when I first started working at Getty Images. I was lucky enough to be a part of Getty when it first bought out all the photography collections it could, and then digitized everything for download. From the internet! Those were crazy times.
I won a contest once at work. The prize was I could pick out anything, from any collection from the Getty bank. Printed on silver stock paper, stamped with authenticity, etc. Can’t even begin to say how hard that was to choose just one.
And the videos that go along with them. My fave? “CALIFORNICATION's Hank Moody. Because even though he's slutty, he's also a feminist. And because he once inspired a nun to point to his crotch and say, “Something tells me it's not going to suck itself.”