Who is that? There, at the top of the staircase. In the Black Flag shirt. Who is that?
The New York Times reports:
“Children need to encounter risks and overcome fears on the playground,” said Ellen Sandseter, a professor of psychology at Queen Maud University in Norway. “I think monkey bars and tall slides are great. As playgrounds become more and more boring, these are some of the few features that still can give children thrilling experiences with heights and high speed.”
We’re raising a generation of coddled wimps, people (except maybe our pal Elizabeth S., who lets her boys go to town on an uprooted, unstable, rusty piece of scrap metal — kudos, Elizabeth!) Read on. [via kottke]
[via The Minutes]
And just like that, those beloved clinical proclamations of nether regions are gone, only to be replaced by this vicious purple window monster.
UPDATE: The monster has moved.
Ever wondered what the inside of the Blue Macaw looks like? It was almost two years ago we first took a virtual look inside. And we’ve mentioned a couple of fun-sounding events since then. But has anybody actually gone inside yet?
I know you’re still curious. Tonight, you can find out at this show. Stay tuned for a follow-up post!
Holy shit. I guess this is kinda old, but back in February these crazy MFs scaled the Golden Gate Bridge, hung out for a while, took EPIC pictures, and left without getting caught (or sleeping with the fishes). Here’s a snip of their riveting tale:
I had a sure grip on the cable but could not pull my self up. My mind raced. I was about to lose my holy grail because I had let myself get out of shape. My partner in crime dropped from the rail in exhaustion and warned of approaching vehicles. Adrenaline kicked in and I willed myself onto the orange cable. “Just go!” she yelled.
Read on at No Promise of Safety.
I always employ the former when pronouncing ‘Valencia Street,’ and as far as I can recall most other people do as well. So hopefully you can understand how taken aback I was upon hearing the auto bus stop announcement aboard Muni instead use the latter. Now I’m all out of sorts over the matter.
If you think I’m foolish for even thinking about trusting Muni’s onboard speaker system, I point towards exhibit A: its flawless rendition of Gough. Surely it can’t be right in this case though?