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You want to know me? Don't know why you would. I'm an anime obsessor. Some people say the way to a guys heart is through his stomach. Not mine. Get me some anime! Manga, clothing, accessories, anything relatively Asian media cultured. I have a soft spot for pins, and patches especially. But you don't know me do you? So you can't get on my good side, then. Good luck, then. You'll need it. B-out.

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Permalink ilovecharts: Hello, I Love Charts fans!! This is Jeff Wysaski from Pleated-Jeans reporting for guest blogging duty. As an enthusiastic chartographer, I’m super honored to have several of my charts featured in the upcoming I Love Charts book. Today, I’ll be sharing a few of my own charts (including the one above), as well as some new and classic ones from other talented chartists. Trust me, it’s going to be awesome. So, enough chit-chat…let’s do this!
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Permalink theatlantic: You Don’t Own Anything Anymore Google’s terms of service sound grabby because they are: the terms of service for Google Drive (and pretty much every Google service) give Google the right to do almost anything with your uploaded content. This isn’t because Google has a bunch of really cool ideas for “publicly performing” your photos. It’s because copyright law was written before there was a such thing as computers. “Copyright law itself is really strange,” says Greg Lastowka, co-director of the Rutgers Institute for Information Policy & Law. These companies, he says, are only doing “what copyright law forces them to do.” Say you draw a picture. You literally own the paper and the ink that you used to draw it, but the thing you have a copyright for is intangible: it’s the pattern, the shapes, the design. If someone comes along a steals your drawing, they’re stealing your property. If someone takes a photo of your drawing, they’re violating your copyright. “When you say you own a photo,” says Lastowka, “you really mean ‘I have the exclusive right to reproduce my photo.’” In a world where sharing a photo is strictly a matter of getting another copy made and mailing it, or getting it published, copyrights are pretty easy to keep track of and these laws hold up pretty well. Sending a physical photo to your grandmother goes like this: you either put the picture in an envelope and send it, or you get a copy made yourself and send that. Sending your grandmother an email photo, though, might involve copying your photo five or six times; first to Google’s servers, then to another server, then to an ISP’s CDN, then to AOL’s servers, then to your grandmother’s computer. As far as you’re concerned, this feels exactly like dropping an envelope in the mail. As far as copyright is concerned, it’s a choreographed legal dance. Read more. This is smart. (via Buzzfeed)
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Anybody else wondering why the hell their life sucks ass? I mean, if I like something, I may as well get some opportunities. But I’m stuck here on a damn computer watching dubbed anime. I want to go to the real Japan! The big city! I want to see a real convention, real art, real music!

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Permalink diabetic-homeless-hookers: It’s blood.  NYC artist, Jordan Eagles, works solely with gallons upon gallons of blood obtained from a slaughterhouse.  By manipulating the blood through heating, burning, aging, mixing with copper, adding foreign materials, and then encasing it in plexiglass and UV resin, Jordan is able to capture an array of organic designs.  His large pieces are uncomfortably beautiful, especially when lit, the blood seems to glow against the clean white walls of a gallery.
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