Today, January 30th happens to be the International Delete Your MySpace Account Day. Reported on blogs everywhere. In conjunction with that, which I will not celebrate, because I have a lot of work to do, so lets be friends instead if you have a MySpace account and plan to keep it.
My MySpace account has been plainly lonely & dry for the past few months. I have not many friends on Myspace. Please add me as one if you have an account. (+ you get to listen to some free music!).
Also, it will be interesting to have a statistical analysis & segmentations of the ranges of MySpace account users who deleted their MySpace account today. Anyone got any updates please inform me.
If you want a map with really clear directions (I just don’t want to break the law at the roundabout before turning into Dadar Site):
Smart companies using Google Earth:
And for the multinational companies:
In the event where you want your viewers to familiarize themselves around site with exclusive shortcuts:
For tourist who simply cannot decide which is the fastest way to Dublin:
To emphasize monopoly?
And the final minimalist zoomed-in piece:
*All posts above are just out of my curiosity for maps that are provoking. I compiled them because they are inspirational to me. For reference only you know.
As those close to me will know, I’m a son of a preacher man who married a school teacher in the early 80′s. Nothing big to boast about. Just plain humality in learning lessons in life the hard way.
My paternal grandparents came from around. The old-old man being a teacher in his early days, followed by doing missionary work in China, and his wife sits around at home in full support (passed away in 1999). Likewise, my maternal grandpa, hailing all the way from China, was a storekeeper. Supplied gas in his later years (passed away in 2006). His wife, a housewife who cooks absolutely fantastic food.
My paternal grandparents have three kids, dad in the middle. His elder brother, a sailor cum head technician for some ship in Singapore. My aunt meanwhile, another missionary cum preacher in Hawaii & London, married to a Japanese-Hawaiian in holiday land.
My maternal grandparents have five kids, mum being the eldest, followed by her sister, a housewife. Then, an adopted kid, who now runs an ice-cream selling business. Followed by a sister, who used to work as an accountant in a bank. Finally, my uncle who resides not far from my place, a civil engineer.
As for the kids (like myself), some of us work as graphic designers, a nurse, a mechanic, a sales person, an internet-cafe junkie and the rest still studying.
This sounds like a self-boasting family post but I was just thinking where on earth did my so-called brain juices came from. What happened in the years that caused me to ‘nated’?
My dad draws collects utter junk stuff, dresses up like a salesman and talks like a strict man vs my mum who cooks, does house chores, strictly country like any typical mum.
My paternal grandpa writes his sermons, watches TV regularly and has amazing PR skills vs his wife who had an extremely hot temper, sits around and defends her grandchildren when mum gets mad.
My maternal grandpa (possibly one of the most kind hearted person I have ever met in my entire life) who is extremely hardworking, wrote some award winning diary, extremely caring and very organised vs my grandma who was also absolutely caring, cooks good food and has lots to talk about.
I was not really close to my uncles. My dads brother is an adventurous guy who can drive over 3 countries in a week and doesn’t mind backpacking in India. His sister meanwhile has a very particular taste for fashion.
My maternal uncles and aunties were pretty much very warm people. Gatherings and reunions excite them. They live simple minded and try to live a comfortable life. Money does not make them happy but people do.
My guess in this is that being surrounded by all this pampers the brain to react towards things that I’m obsessed with today.
Welcome to Gordonated land. Also professionally known as some silly dump-yard trying to be hip & cool.
Bono, Edge, Adam & Larry does it again. Turning heads and breaking into new grounds. This time, in 3D! Namely U23D. It seems that this movie will usher in a new era of 3D concert films. Probably they might have some really super out-of-this-world effects to cater to such expectations. Released two days ago on the 24th of January. Reviews and comments about the show are all over the internet. A pretty personal interview with producer/co-director Catherine Owens can be found at U23D’s blog right here.
Too bad there is no screening in IMAX at Times Square in Bukit Bintang. I’ve always always wanted to go to a U2 concert. When will they have their stop in Kuala Lumpur? It seems like big bands prefer to stop at our neighbors rather than around here. I wonder why. I seriously wonder why.
This is actually the 8th impression of this volume. Printed in November, 1950. Typeset in Gill Sans and Times by the Press of the Publishers at Glasgow.
The pastor collects junk, which is later found by his son years later. Following posts for the next few days will showcase atlases. Not much for the designs of the atlases but as an appreciation to the form they took and are back then; as an educational, informative, reference tool, opposed to the very convenient internet. Some have nice map graphics, some loosely written and drawn.
Anyway, introducing Wheaton’s Modern Teaching Atlas for Malayan Schools, probably printed in the 1950′s (As I sourced out, this link suggests that maybe the atlas was published back in 1938). But I’m quite certain that Geoffrey Barraclough (1908-1984) and C Midgley were acquainted with the subject of geography and have written books (stated here is only Barraclough) from that era. The binding method is perfect bind. Seen here with a tape and stapled due to keeping the book in one piece. This hard cover book uses non coated paper and I would say that the print quality is fairly good.
