You didn’t want to hear more about the Instagram acquisition, did you? I didn’t think so. Instead, here’s something that photography related: the shocking story behind today’s Google Doodle. If you have four minutes to spare, spend it reading about Eadweard J. Muybridge, the guy honored today in Google’s Doodle.
Muybridge was a name-changing, photography pioneer who killed his wife’s alleged lover.
The murder trial was juicy. Muybridge’s lawyer entered a plea of insanity against his wishes, but the jurors ultimately acquitted Muybridge. They found that the killing was justifiable homicide.
After the trial, Muybridge went to work taking photos in Central America for two years. While he was away, Flora died and Florado was placed in an orphanage.
The story, sadly, never tells us what happened to little Florado. Wikipedia does, of course.
For those who aren’t afraid of profanity and like their ad-world blogging with a definite point of view the news that Copyranter is blogging fulltime for Buzzfeed was cause for much excited hand clapping.
Also on BuzzFeed (which is rapidly gaining favor with this here blogger), gowns of the internet.
We all fall victim to it at one point or another, unwitting, unending dude-ing. It’s a hard habit to break. Once dude slips into your vocabulary everyone becomes dude: moms, boyfriends, girlfriends, cats. While this article from More Intelligent life doesn’t explain the viral-aspect of the word, it does dig up its etymology and charts its rise to fame in popular culture.
Though the term seems distinctly American, it had an interesting birth: one of its first written appearances came in 1883, in the American magazine, which referred to “the social ‘dude’ who affects English dress and the English drawl”. The teenage American republic was already a growing power, with the economy booming and the conquest of the West well under way. But Americans in cities often aped the dress and ways of Europe, especially Britain. Hence dude as a dismissive term: a dandy, someone so insecure in his Americanness that he felt the need to act British. It’s not clear where the word’s origins lay. Perhaps its mouth-feel was enough to make it sound dismissive.
Also, this (sorry to foist Rob Schneider on you, but it had to be done):
As you can see by the graphic on the left (snipped from the Nerds page), nerds love caffeine. So when trolling through the NY Times obits today, I stopped to read about the death of Chaleo Yoovidhya, the man responsible for Red Bull.
Though he created a pharmaceuticals company in the 60s, the Thailand-native soon started making a beverage loaded with caffeine and marketed toward laborers and truckers. It wasn’t until a German discovered the jet-lag mitigating properties of Red Bull that the product really took off. Red Bull’s unique approach to marketing helped make the company ridiculously successful:
“Red Bull long eschewed traditional media outlets, like television, and focused on sponsoring student parties, sporting events and athletes, with a special emphasis on the stars of extreme sports.
The strategy worked. In January 2011, the privately held company reported that it had sold 4.2 billion cans of Red Bull, generating revenue of $5.1 billion. It claimed a 70 percent share of the energy drink market. Forbes estimated Mr. Chaleo’s wealth at $5 billion and ranked him the 205th-richest man in the world.”