Forget your laptop or iPhone, This uber tech glowing animated shirt dynamically displays the wi-fi signal strength in the hood to yourself and everyone around you.
Battery pack is concealed in a small pocket sewn inside the shirt.
I remember as a young boy in the 1970′s what a treat it was when my parents would go out on a Saturday night and I was left at home to fend for myself with a TV dinner (oh yeah…and a baby sitter). I would love how the peas and carrots would inevitably liberate themselves from their own compartment and make it into the dessert or potatoes. I would also attempt such a feat by liberating myself away from the baby sitter to the frustration of both her and my parents. My favorite part was the apple cake cobbler, which always burnt the roof of my mouth (ouch).
As American’s waistlines increased in the late 70′s so did the size of this culinary delight with the introduction of the Hungry-Man’s TV dinner. For more tasty tidbits on the history of the TV dinner check out our permanent collection.
Some people take their food seriously -- but no one more than one customer at a fast-food outlet in Toledo, Ohio. Melodi Dushane was so frustrated that she couldn’t order chicken nuggets -- because the restaurant was serving breakfast -- that she attacked the member of staff. On the surveillance video, Dushane, 25, appears to get out of her car and hit the drive-through employee in the mouth.
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If you told someone you saw a large woolly mammoth-type creature walking down the street with a giant yellow bird a few years back, someone may have thought you had clearly been doing the herbal. A magazine article in 1985 and growing concerns about children having to keep secrets about ‘not so child-like’ incidents that occur sometimes prompted the folks at the Childrens Television Workshop to come up with a solution that helped children feel more comfortable sharing.
Rather than ‘snuff’ Snuffy, the show’s creators decided to have Snuffy come out from behind the preverbal curtain and reveal himself to adults and children alike so everyone could openly share their experiences with strange creatures. Not unlike the experiences we as adults have on late night trips to Walmart with strange creatures of a different sort.
Chuck the cardboard box. Macaroni has grown up. Located in a curvy elbow noodle shaped space in Soho NYC lunch time is on a whole new level. From the, umm basic? four Cheese: Queso Blanco, Fontina, Emmental and Gouda to Mac Lobsta, this macaroni isn’t kids stuff.
And with take-out containers shaped like giant tubes of pasta it is hard to resist running out with an order under your elbow.
You have to love people’s inventiveness. Still seen at garage sales in my home town, the Egg Cuber makes one wonder whether the square chicken or the square egg came first? No matter how you slice it, the egg cuber evens things out with perfect 90 degree corners.
Actually, welcome back. Not necessarily to that same old place that you laughed about. But welcome back all the same. To that hairstyle you tried to replicate. To soup cans as art. To the defining logos, artifacts, and icons – plastic, human, and plastic human – of a time. Sure, we may tease you a lot. But we’ve got you on the spot. Welcome back. Welcome back. Welcome back.
MOPOP is a celebration of everyday life: an archive of the artifacts, icons, items and obsessions that become the backdrop to our daily lives.
GARNET MCELREE DIRECTOR
At a crowded New York art opening, MOPOP director Garnet McElree couldn’t help but notice just what it was that was not being noticed: The art. Instead guests nibbled on their canapés – their backs to what they had come to admire – as they talked amongst themselves: great shoes (Manolo Blahnik? Knew it!).
In a seemingly-unrelated parallel-universe moment, Garnet found himself in his own un-arty dialogue about, well, Pez dispensers. However, as the conversation progressed so did the surrounding circle of Pez-enthusiasts.
Where the art failed to spark dialogue or stir emotion, the artifact succeeded. On a level created by the people, for the people, of the people. Because the rumbling wasn’t just about Pez. It was about stories, connections, and memories. It was about the power of nostalgia. In that moment he knew that people craved a different kind of experience: An environment to showcase the pieces that evoke the unrivalled brand of enthusiasm reserved for matters of the heart, the past, or – quite simply – the supremely cool.
MARY-JO DIONNE WRITER
The only thing writer Mary-Jo Dionne loves more than pens is the act of stealing them from hotels around the world.
And the only thing she loves more than that bit of debauchery is, well, her collection of Boy George t-shirts, Law & Order re-runs, Bea Arthur, hoop earrings, chicklit, memories of watching Welcome Back Kotter with her mom, soy lattes, driving in her convertible Bug (his name is Doug), When Harry Met Sally (and anything by Nora Ephron), red shoes, animal rescue, her grandma's quilts, low-maintenance friendships, puffy stickers, puffy vests, the spirit of entrepreneurialism, Monopoly marathons (she's always the car), and the fact that she has every journal from the time she was 8 stacked chronologically in her office today. They're sitting next to an awfully large cup of pens.
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