eyjafjallajökull wreaking havoc on the flight board at heathrow airport. to any stranded travelers reading this: you must be really bored.

i’m pretty jazzed on this brewing technique. it produces just about the ‘cleanest’ cup of coffee possible, and looks really good doing it. the downside: a 12oz cup of vacuum pot coffee can set you back about $10 in one of those high-falutin’ cafés (like barista in portland).

“Invented in France in the 1840s, [the vacuum pot] was favored in early 20th Century America but got muscled out by automatic drip. With the renewed interest in fine coffee brewing, the vacuum has made a comeback. The device consists of a glass coffeepot and an upper glass chamber connected by a siphon tube. Water is placed in the lower coffeepot while ground coffee goes in the top chamber, fitted with a cloth filter. When the water heats to a boil on a stove, it travels up through the tube into the top chamber to mix with the coffee grounds. When the device is removed from the heat source, coffee is pulled back down through the filter into the pot, finishing with a gurgly flourish. It creates not just a complex pot of java but also a fun show. Good for those who want to retain richness from coffee oils, have the patience to carefully monitor their coffeepot, and enjoy a good spectacle.”

puma and the fuse project, saving the world. they’ve come up with a more “sustainable” way to package shoes made in china. there’s a less overly-critical write-up about this collaboration here.

brand RMX looks into the accomplishments of jeff staple: founder & creative director of staple design, and owner of the reed space(s) in new york and tokyo. these short interviews showcase jeff’s effectiveness in multiple disciplines, reinforcing (in my mind, at least) that ‘design’ is a universal language applicable to basically anything.

part deux: more.

my friend calvin (click!) crafted this bad boy out of x-rays from the university of oregon’s health center. the slides document injuries that athletes and drunk students have sustained over the years…like a couple of steel rods in the spine. check out the details after the jump.

more.

…a pretty awesome hate poem i wrote to my parents when i was 10. it currently hangs alongside bad report cards and confiscated fake IDs on the inside of my dad’s closet door, a.k.a. the “wall of shame.”

i like it when things get a little out of hand. this is at a house-warming party, shortly after i was shoved through a window and immediately before i was hit in the chest with a bottle rocket.

since i’ve been in detroit, i remembered how much i used to like cars. then, i was watching top gun the other night, and remembered how i used to want to be a fighter pilot. this cockpit is decidedly less attainable, as it is in the new lamborghini reventon. beautiful, nonetheless.

“ran into michael jordan at chevron the other day…”