The Bizarre World of the Codex Seraphinianus

noggBLOG permalink  Many an ancient tome resides buried somewhere deep in a catacomb in Italy. Remnants of empires, scholars, ages of knowledge, discovery and wisdom, these fragments of humanity and higher learning dot Italy like stars, creating a constellational map of enlightenment and evolution. The Codex Seraphinianus is not one such tome.

A Mounting Problem on Everest

noggBLOG permalink Mount Everest, the world’s tallest mountain, is now more deadly than ever, but not for any of the reasons you might guess.

D Free: The #1 Way to Schedule Your #2’s

noggBLOG permalink Have you ever thought to yourself, “I might need to poop right now and not even know it?” The terror, the anticipation, the need for answers—it’s real. Well, whether you just don’t know, don’t know yet, or don’t know until it’s too late, Triple W, a very peculiar company we’ll talk more about later, has invented a way to take the numbers game out of your 1’s and 2’s. It’s called D Free.

Google Street View Moves Off the Beaten Path

noggBLOG permalink Inch by inch, Google is mapping the entire world with its Street View program, taking its cameras off of the basic Prius and into the wild. The cameras have been ushered all over the world by boats, trikes, and even camels and submarines. Now, researchers at the Amazonas Sustainable Foundation, in partnership with Google’s Street View camera loan program, are taking you into—and over—the Amazon rainforest with ziplines.

Humblebrag -> Humblebroke

noggBLOG permalink If you inherit a bunch of valuable jewelry, it’s probably best to keep your mouth shut. Not only will bragging about it will make you seem like a real jerk and people won’t want to listen to you, a big jerk, go on about how fortunate you are—and let’s be honest, the only reason why you’re even bringing it up is so people will listen to you—but the one person who is actually listening is likely the one person you wish wasn’t. Or so is the case for... Read The Rest →

Treehotel

noggBLOG permalink There’s nothing like breakfast in bed. Toast, juice, coffee, fresh fruit, muesli, lingonberry pancakes, aquavit, meatballs, fermented shark, red-colored candy fish, all for you to enjoy as you’re nestled cozily in the top of a tree, but you have to make it yourself because there’s no one for miles around, and did I mention you’re stuck in a tree? Ok, so there’s nothing like that breakfast in bed, unless you’re the privileged guest of Sweden’s amazing Treehotel.

Fart In a Jar

noggBLOG permalink What’s filled with hot gas, travels the globe, and is not a hot air balloon? A fart in a jar. Started by Roy Stanton, who once worked in the video game industry, Fart In a Jar was perhaps the shittiest Kickstarter of all time. Roy hoped to raise $10,000 by March 7th of last year. How? By selling farts. For $9, you could buy a fart in a jar from anywhere on the planet. Well, almost anywhere. Why? God knows why. But he failed, spectacularly, raising only $134.

Home Is Where the Home Is

noggBLOG permalink It’s one thing if you’re drunk and you can’t seem to find your car. It’s one thing if you’re new to the area and you can seem to find your way home. It’s another to arrive at your part‐time home of many years for a little vay­cay, find out it’s just not there anymore, and not because it was repossessed or condemned, but because it was stolen, the whole thing, completely, ripped right out of the ground. Gone.

Uber-ly Inconsistent

noggBLOG permalink Ride sharing start-up Uber has been in the hot seat for some time. A string of controversies has pulled the media’s spyglass directly overhead the burgeoning, potentially-taxi-eclipsing company, and they’re feeling the heat. With everything from bogus fees, rate multipliers, un-vetted drivers, trying to sabotage rival Lyft, and numerous personal safety incidents (including, uhhh, rape), Uber’s doing everything they can to distract from their increasingly poor public standing. And what better way to do that than with kitties!

Pre-Flight Entertainment

noggBLOG permalink There are few things worse than being stuck in an airplane on that terrible tarmac. The universal groan when the Captain announces that you’re being held, the restless legs, the inevitable temperature rise as body heat accumulates in that little tube and they can’t turn on the AC because you’re gasoline level has been pre-measured to the point of torturous efficiency, the hours that seems to tick by at their own luxurious pace, and the smells, oh God, the smells.

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