Prince spent nearly 40 amazing years on the frontlines, as the most maddenly brilliant and unpredictable artist in the game. He built his own pop gospel out of his sexual and spiritual concerns, yet with a voice that was full of intimate affection, pushing farther emotionally than anyone else.
I don't have this tape anymore. I got sad about this fact recently, but I'm more sad about it today. This was once a birthday gift. For my 13th birthday, in fact. This album had come out just weeks earlier, and I'm sure I asked for it specifically.
I grew up a Michael Jackson fan in a Michael Jackson household, but I still loved Prince. Didn't everyone in the '80s? If Michael was #1, Prince was #1A (and Madonna was #1B). Diamonds and Pearls was the first Prince album I ever owned. I had singles on cassette ("Alphabet Street", "Batdance"), but maybe I was just a little too young, just a little too introverted, to fully appreciate the libidinous Purple One until I hit puberty. Yet as the years wore on, my love for this music grew and grew.
From the shimmering romanticism of "Most Beautiful Girl in the World" to the mystic spiritualism of "Seven"—maybe still my favorite Prince song—I began to fully appreciate the scope and depth of this genius.
My love went back into the past, too. Back to those songs which, by 1991, had already become part of the firmament. In my twenties, I finally saw Purple Rain, and did my best to comprehend the massiveness that was this album, and this man, back when I was only five years old. More than thirty years since its release, it sounds as catchy, vital and evocative as ever.
It sits, fittingly, alongside Michael Jackson's Thriller as one of my top five albums of that decade. Five years ago, I was lucky enough to see Prince for my first (and only) time. The show was at the creaking, cavernous Tacoma Dome, and it wasn't the hours-long, life-changing show I had heard (and hoped) it could be. But it was still Prince. And though the concert was not legendary, it was obvious the man was. And will 4ever be.
This was the least "sexy" of the news announced today, but also probably the coolest and most refreshing. I already feel less guilty about my iPhone upgrade plans.
Apple’s friendly Liam robot only rips apart old iPhones, don’t worry
Meet Liam, Apple’s friendly project (and not at all a One Direction member) designed to take apart your old iPhone for recycling purposes. He’s not terrifying at all.
Liam comes out of Apple’s new environmental initiative. The robot is able to detect parts within the device and strip them out safely and efficiently so they can be refurbished. He also, apparently, has a tendency to pause and look at the camera when being watched. He’s not terrifying at all.
Another terrifying reminder that, despite taking it for granted everyday, we are in fact living in “the future” of our past.
A curious crowd lingered around Amal Graafstra as he carefully unpacked a pair of gloves, a small sterile blanket and a huge needle. A long line of people were waiting to get tiny computer chips implanted into their hands.
Graafstra had set up shop in a booth in the middle of an exhibit hall at the Austin Convention Center in Texas’ capital, where he gathered last month with several hundred others who call themselves “body hackers” — people who push the boundaries of implantable technology to improve the human body.
The movement evokes visceral reactions, brings up safety and ethical concerns and quickly veers into sci-fi questions about the line between human and cyborg.
‘Body Hacking’ Movement Rises Ahead Of Moral Answers
Ken Griffey, Jr.’s near-unanimous (he missed it by three votes!) selection the Hall of Fame makes today a big day for Seattle baseball fans AND ALSO HUMAN BEINGS WITH HEARTS AND SOULS so here are a bunch of Griffey gifs to celebrate.