Prince has gone to join his guitar in heaven.
I know this isn't even him performing one of his own songs and he doesn't even take centre stage until a couple of minutes in, but he certainly makes his mark.
It's one of the great mysteries of the late 20th century music business that Prince only ever got to the top of the UK singles chart once in his own name. But oh, the albums…
How the hell could I pick a favourite of his own material? Even trying to decide which of his albums I love the most doesn't work, because the man had a run of releases from the late 1970s to the mid-1990s where just about every 1 album 2 he released contained at a minimum one or two tracks that were simply breathtakingly good and I just can't settle on one of them. Most of his albums from his long, glorious imperial phase did a hell of a lot better than one or two.
If you've not heard Parade, Lovesexy, Purple Rain or Sign o' the Times then do yourself a favour and find out what you've been missing.
It turns out that posting to Facebook shortly before a court appearance may not be the best idea ever:
On January 12, the Taranaki Daily News reported that Judge Allan Roberts would be retiring at the end of the month after nine years on the bench in New Plymouth, in western New Zealand.
Later that day, a local resident came across the story and posted the following insightful commentary on Facebook:
Mr. La Rue apparently hoped "da fuka [would be] gne by fryday" because that would mean he would not be on the bench the following week, when Mr. LaRue was to appear in court to answer for a significant amount of unpaid traffic fines.
Of course, had he read the entire article, he would have known that Judge Roberts was not stepping down until the end of the month. […]
Unless someone knows otherwise 1 I thought the judge took it fairly well, all things considered.
e.g. providing evidence that the typical community service for that amount in unpaid fines in that jurisdiction is normally an order of magnitude less than the sentence Mr La Rue received. ↩
Look at this Motherfucking Website:
This is a website. Look at it. You've never seen one before.
Like the man who's never grown out his beard has no idea what his true natural state is, you have no fucking idea what a website is. All you have ever seen are shitty skeuomorphic bastardizations of what should be text communicating a fucking message. This is a real, naked website. Look at it. It's fucking beautiful. […]
I think I'm in love…
To gain maximum benefit, be sure to read the paragraph that follows the one I quoted above.
In a world of online design competitions and social image sharing, many architects have taken to crafting ever more extreme models and renderings for public consumption. Some have even started covering their rendered buildings, from groundscrapers to high-rises, with gorgeous-looking trees. The effect can be breathtaking, but are these designs truly green or simply a fresh form of greenwashing?
So it turns out that all those beautiful renderings of proposals for buildings featuring extensive tree-lines all the way to the roof might be a tad misleading. I'm shocked - shocked, I tell you.
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