I recently got my motorcycle license. I took a Motorcycle Safety Foundation (MSF) class. It basically consisted of five hours of classroom education and then standing in a parking lot for several hours doing figure eights on my motorcycle (well, it’s theirs, but it has my name on it). Fun the first day and a bore the second, but important stuff learned nonetheless. I wish these types of things were mandatory for car-driving licenses.
Rossi and Lorenzo Speaking About Stoner
Bummed to be losing Casey Stoner at the end of the season. Raw speed…
Orchid lovers, time to celebrate; orchid support goes high design! No more chopsticks and banana clips. Orchid pots finally go the powder-coated steel/minimal design route! ~AR
For flowers that are so naturally elegant, domestic orchids are seriously design-challenged. Not the blooms themselves, of course—it’s that unsightly but ubiquitous stick-and-teensy-hair-clip combo that keeps the stems standing tall.
Yeonju Yang, half of London-based studio Yang:Ripol, had been regularly tending to these particular blossoms for almost five years before reaching a kind of creative epiphany.
“It’s funny how sometimes things stare at you in the face for so long until the designer mind clicks in and you realize—here is actually a problem which needs resolving,” he tells Co.Design.
Sergio Perez, Jenson Button, and Nico Rosberg at the start of the 2012 Korean GP.
I have my favorite. Do you have yours?
perfection in evolution
Orange blossom honey, or clover? Maybe “wildflower.” Or how about the “colorful candy shell” blend? If not for stringent rules dictating that honey, by definition, must be made from plant nectar, you might be facing down this wacko decision right now.
As it turns out, humans aren’t the only ones wrestling with the habit of choosing artificial sweetness over the real deal. Bees, too, are susceptible. And farmers in the north of France found this out the hard way when they discovered their hives plugged up with a kaleidoscope of blue, green, and muddy red “honey.”
Sadly, they weren’t having waking hallucinations. Their bees had decided that open containers of candy coloring from a nearby processing plant put up easier fare than nearby flower fields. But this isn’t exactly a fluke of the natural world, as a batch of blood-red bee juice out of Red Hook, Brooklyn proved in 2010. Maraschino-cherry flavored honey on your ice cream, anyone?
For now, the farmers are saying they can’t sell the colorful stuff; the French laws on the definition of honey preclude them from it. But something tells me the market is there, if only they start advertising to the new gastronomy set of NYC.
i want a shoe rack like this.
Let the grilling begin… (Taken with instagram)