Treehouse near the Embalse del Neusa, Cundinamarca, Colombia.
Submitted by Nick Perkins.
Ok, I’m going to admit it: I read and follow a blog called Cabin Porn. Just pictures of cabins. That’s it.
Psst: I’m even more obsessed with Beaver Brook.
The worst part of Songza is needing to keep another device with Spotify running nearby to keep track of all the awesome songs that play. —
If you happen to be following my Twitter feed, you’ve noticed that I’ve taken a speedy liking to streaming “radio” service Songza. It’s a website, but most effective in its mobile incarnations.
How’s it different than Pandora or Spotify Radio or Rdio or any of the other 8zillion streaming services? Their human-curated playlists. As a moderate (but lazy) music snob, I can appreciate good taste, but I’m too lazy to compile my own for you.
Check out their “Concierge” feature—it’s a fun playlist discovery method that keeps you from suffering Restless Pandora Syndrome, where you only ever listen to the same few stations, or they all seem to merge into the same station. Concierge guides you to first pick a time-aware mood, drill down into a music style, then choose one of three eclectic playlists. You can click into each to get a feel for the artists, as well as enjoy a snarky, well-editorialized snippet to describe it’s style.
Still not convinced? Peep TechCrunch or Mashable. (I’ll be curious to eventually learn who the secret, strategic investor might be—Spotify? Pandora? Apple?) Regardless, take a sampling of my favorite playlists so far:
The world is your runway and this is your afterparty. Dance to these deep and sultry rhythms from some of today’s most fashionable artists and DJs.
Fill your apartment with friends, neighbors and strangers; pour some drinks and dim the lights; start this playlist of new, cool and stylish songs; play it loud.
Some songs just have a certain je ne sais quoi; when you hear them you start skipping down a crowded public street. Embarrassing? Absolutely. Will you care? Not likely.
Nocturnal and textural electronica for long nights spent by yourself or with someone special. Listen to this until the sun rises.
A varied mix of smooth downtempo and electronic grooves handpicked for sitting by the ocean with a refreshing beverage.
Apparently you can follow me on Songza and spy on all my favorite and recent playlists.
A man’s character shall be judged by his actions and/or the awesomeness of his socks.
Dear terrifying plant,
You scare me. A lot. You look like a 5yo boy drew you with a crayon. Your leaves have leaves growing out of them. And recently some of those leaves sprouted Pinocchio-like stems that weren’t there a week ago. Wtf?
Tell me what you need plant, just don’t eat me.
(Taken with Instagram)
Want to shriek a little bit? Just click this link and see what happens.
For an industry that’s already hemorrhaging customers, how can you possibly expect them to spend time with your brand when you subject them to a total assault of their senses before the page even finishes loading?
Before I could snap this screenshot, I had already closed the survey screen takeover, which in turn generated the popup, which covered up the glowing ad in the left-hand corner. We’re not even going to talk about the freakish footer layover (the screenshot doesn’t quite do justice to that throbbing, blinking and distracting menagerie).
Call me crazy, but I’m counting three banner ads, two micro-ads to subscribe to EW (a bit duplicative), and even two G+ chiclets, which are never good for your pageload time. It takes me three clicks just so I can read the content on the page.
The Güg. (Taken with Instagram at Guggenheim Museum)
The tomatoes are now taller than we are. (Taken with Instagram)