This should be so obvious that nobody has to say it any more… but until then:
barackobama: Old sign, still-relevant message. Be a part of President Obama’s work for more progress.
I loved my Legos as a somewhat-tomboyish-but-mostly-nerdy little girl.
How Firefly fans, Neil Gaiman, some tenacious lawyers, and the power of social media rallied to protect a professor’s free speech.
I definitely work for The Internet. Do you? Add yourself now.
staff: We work for the Internet. And we’re guessing many of you do too. Whether it’s researching, selling, coding, supporting, designing — so many of our careers depend on the Internet. One argument that’s been made to Congress is that the Stop Online Piracy Act (SOPA) is needed to protect American jobs. In truth, the new liabilities this bill would impose on startups could stop American innovation in its tracks. To make this clear to Congress, we’ve built IWorkForTheInternet.org to show the world how many of our careers depend on the Internet. If you work for the Internet, please add yourself and spread the word.
I’ve been thinking a lot about posters recently. This one for The Iron Lady really does it for me, with an early-’90s action movie vibe. Very excited.
From the LA Times:
An anonymous band of artists paints a huge pair of scissors and a long dotted line on obsolete Matilija Dam near Ojai. The message? Tear the thing down already.
Bill Murray as a 19th-century Russian military general, by Steve Payne.
I don’t usually do politics/news/etc. on loveallthis, but this man is a fantastic writer, and there’s lots of things to love in this piece, such as:
JD Sports is probably easier to desecrate if you can’t afford what’s in there and the few poorly paid jobs there are taken. Amidst the bleakness of this social landscape, squinting all the while in the glare of a culture that radiates ultraviolet consumerism and infrared celebrity. That daily, hourly, incessantly enforces the egregious, deceitful message that you are what you wear, what you drive, what you watch and what you watch it on, in livid, neon pixels. The only light in their lives comes from these luminous corporate messages. No wonder they have their fucking hoods up.
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