Here’s a pretty thorough Web standards checklist Grab the PDF version from the site, print it and hang it in your cube.

Finally, Bryan picks up his blogging stick and starts pounding away at it. Calling it slice of life, he is posting tiny slivers of photos all stacked together in a sort of cross-section of specific events. Neat concept, but I’ve gotta learn to stop frantically clicking on each slice, cursing and hoping to see more of what look to be interesting shots.

This is the first example I’ve seen of taking the Netflix concept and applying to other goods. In this case handbags. Someday we might just rent everything that way. “What are you wearing to the show Saturday night?” “Dunno, I’ll have to check my queue.”

Upon returning from lunch, this message, from my daughter, was waiting for me on my IM client: “gimme a G.. G!.. gimme an A..A!… gimme a Y.. Y!- .. what does that spell? GAY!.. and whats gay? JACKS AWAY MESSAGE” Alwayst the politically correct one, just like her father.

The article argues that… “Word shape is no longer a viable model of word recognition. The bulk of scientific evidence says that we recognize a word’s component letters, then use that visual information to recognize a word. In addition to perceptual information, we also use contextual information to help recognize words during ordinary reading, but that has no bearing on the word shape versus parallel letter recognition debate. It is hopefully clear that the readability and legibility of a typeface should not be evaluated on its ability to generate a good bouma shape.

I bought myself a new iPod for my birthday (since no one else was thinking clearly enough to buy me one, apparently). I usually just hit “Shuffle songs” and I instantly have the worlds best commercial-free radio station. I’ve noticed recently that something is strange about the songs that it picks to play. For example, the last four songs were all disturbingly related to death. Living Dead Girl (Rob Zombie)

Henri Cartier-Bresson (usually just HCB) has died in France. The guy was one of the best documentary/street/pj photographers – ever. Take a moment to review some of his work on this Magnum Photo page

From gapingvoid: How to be creative I especially like #6: Everyone is born creative; everyone is given a box of crayons in kindergarten. Then when you hit puberty they take the crayons away and replace them with books on algebra etc. Being suddenly hit years later with the creative bug is just a wee voice telling you, “I’d like my crayons back, please.”

An interesting piece about jazz in the digital age discusses the danger of music distribution without the original album notes, artwork, etc. I was thinking along these same lines earlier in the week during a brief musical-nostalgia-fest on the iTunes Music Store. After lamenting the recent Will Smith-led assassination of everything good about Asimov’s classic robot stories, I was reminded of one of my favorite records while growing up: I, Robot by the Alan Parson’s Project.

I hate this sort of crap. The MTA is considering corporate sponsorship for subways, stations and anything else big enough to paint a logo on.

I first saw Songs from the Second Floor about 2 months ago. I thought it was complete nonsense and hated every minute of it. Well at least all 20 minutes that I managed to watch. Maybe I didn’t get it. Maybe I wasn’t in the mood for some stupid and absurd visual poem presented in Swedish. I gave it another shot last night and have completely reversed my opinion. It’s a wonderfully absurd visual poem presented in Swedish.

In 21 Grams, Sean Penn, Benicio Del Toro and Naomi Watts are fantastic. I’d not rented it because I thought it was just another Traffic clone. Turns out it has very little to do with drugs. Just a few people dealing with life and death in an intense, twisted story, told in a sort of disjointed, time-fractured puzzle. Thumbs up.