They don’t make ‘em like they used to.

A lightbulb in Fire Station No. 6 in Livermore, California has been burning (almost) continuously for more than 100 years, outlasting two fire stations and the first webcam trained on it.

Climb that corporate ladder.

Roadside America has a short feature on 2-Story Outhouses.

Interesting. Having been blessed with plumbing all my life, I thought it was just a joke:

Good to know.

New York Times article (free for now) on NASCAR drivers’ newfound attention to nutrition: At 190 M.P.H., Who Needs a Spare Tire?

Forcing drivers to drink during the race is one of the most challenging aspects. To help, the system was designed so the sports drink is kept cold. And drivers are encouraged to simply urinate in their suits.

“It’s not a matter of comfort,” Mr. Ellis said. “A full bladder can dull the body’s natural instinct to hydrate.” (He offers a tip for newcomers: don’t hug your Nascar driver as soon as the race is over.)

Sweeeeet.

All Cupcakes, All The Time

I call this one “Saturday after a terrific Friday”.

Make your very own Jackson Pollock.

A line of salt.

Wondering exactly how much a typical pinch of salt was, the author of Fire and Knives enlists the aid of a digital scale purchased from a head shop…

This was, frankly, weird. The scale has a blue neon digital readout, the staff spoke no English, we were surrounded by paper lanterns and the detritus of Chinese new year. It felt like a scene from Blade Runner.

Chugging along.

This guy makes radio controlled and steam powered toys. At once.