10th and Hennepin in Minnesota, though, is the one I would most like to see.
You mean 9th and Hennepin, right? That area is completely different than it was when Waits wrote that song.
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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
10th and Hennepin in Minnesota, though, is the one I would most like to see.
You mean 9th and Hennepin, right? That area is completely different than it was when Waits wrote that song.
Corset Reacts to Carbon Dioxide Levels in the Air
Take a deep breath and exhale. Feeling a little tight around the middle? Your corset could be sending you a message about air pollution.
Designer Kristin O’Friel has created a garment that reacts to the carbon dioxide levels in the environment and offers physical feedback by tightening the bodice in relation to air quality.
“I wanted to create an experience that changed our perception of environmental data,” says O’Friel, “by making a wearable device that engaged with this information in a direct and tangible way.”
The CO2RSET has a carbon dioxide sensor sewn into the garment. It responds to CO2 readings by tightening or loosening itself when the levels of the gas in the atmosphere increase or decrease, respectively. O’Friel designed it as a student in the Interactive Telecommunications Program at New York University’s Tisch School of Arts.
I brought my lunch, but they are serving fish and chips at the cafeteria. I am torn.
Man, I hate when xkcd pulls directly from my brain. [link]
Free wireless score! I think I'm picking up the network from the first-class lounge. And since we're here two hours before the flight, I plan to make good use of it. Maybe I'll even do some work.
10th and Hennepin in Minnesota, though, is the one I would most like to see.
I am unfamiliar with the song - does he sing about the parking lot?
Corset Reacts to Carbon Dioxide Levels in the Air
For the love of all that's holy, don't read the comments. Or, read them, track down the people who wrote them, and spork them all. Slowly, lingeringly.
You know, whichever.
My Yaktrax are out for delivery!
Man, I could have used them this morning. My front stoop was glazed with ice. Totally scary.