Duke Pratt School of Engineering students Alexander Katko and Allen Hawkes have designed a device capable of picking up wi-fi signals and converting them to usable electrical current. Who needs a power cable when power-filled waves are all around you?
In its December 2013 issue, British upper class-targeted glossy magazine Tatler tells the stories of the big-spending children of Nigeria’s elite living grand lives in the UK.
The tales are as wild as they come — a Nigerian champagne war in an American club that ended with the winner spending ₦277 million — and they are proof of the international nature of the infamous Nigerian culture of excessiveness. Sip the juice below.
As at 8:00 a.m. today, a certain Mahmoud Lawal had somehow managed to rack up an alarming 901 comments on the websites of a few Nigerian newspapers. And that’s just the number of comments he has left on websites using the Disqus blog comment hosting service. Who knows how many more he may have posted elsewhere?
If you know him, plead with him to get a life. Perhaps as an opinion blogger.
Screenshot via Disqus
I wander the corridors of the Internet for a living, so forgive me if I present you with bizaare pieces of Web paraphernalia every now and then.
The screenshot below was grabbed from Tiwa Savage’s YouTube account. Reflect on it for a minute.
Whoever typed the description (see above) for Tiwa’s Kele Kele Love video should have taken the time to do some research before foolishly making a bogus claim.
Consider the following facts:
2. Afrobeat superstar Femi Kuti received Grammy nominations in 2003, 2010 and 2012.
3. Fantasia Barrino’s Back To Me received a Grammy Award nomination for Best R&B Album in 2010. Tiwa Savage co-wrote one song, Collard Greens & Cornbread, on that album. And that’s a claim to fame? Cool story.
What the heck does it even mean to “almost win a Grammy Award?” How is the degree of closeness to winning measured?
Screenshot via tiwasavageofficial
Created by Microsoft Singapore in celebration of Animie Festival Asia (AFA) 2013, this animie ad for Internet Explorer, that oft-maligned browser, is anything but subtle. Watch Internet Explorer as butt-kicking cutie Inori Aizawa in this headline-grabbing video.
I don’t do this often, so pay close attention.
This is not about the quality of the song you’ve been squabbling over so irresponsibly, but just so we’re clear, the final version of Baby Face is just as crappy as the studio demo: same nonsensical lyrics replete with forced, unintelligent rhymes; same cliched instrumental. Both should have been filed under ‘Never To Be Released’ and forgotten. Ask Flavour Nabania how songs of that kind are done. He’ll give free lessons just because.
Let the whipping begin.
Shame on you, Don Jazzy. Yes, I’m starting with you because you’re a repeat offender.
Pause. Picture D’banj gloating somewhere in his sprawling resort of a bachelor pad right now, humming the tune of Don’t Tell Me Nonsense over a glass of Hennessey.
Didn’t you learn anything from the Mo’Hits débâcle of not so long ago?! In about 20 months, you have made a fool of yourself twice, bringing your dirty underwear to Twitter for laundering like it’s your own personal version of Garment Care. You must really think a lot of your 651,750 followers (at 10:57 am on 7/11/2013). Listen, none of them gives an ounce of a damn about you: the brokeasses want free airtime (or ‘credit’, as you very likely call it), the skanks want your goody bag (and I keep asking myself why), the wannabe next-big-things want free beats, and the bloggers/self-styled social media gods want the blessing of traffic that’ll undoubtedly come from publishing the juicy bits of your seemingly amazing life. Nobody. Loves. You. For. You.
Still, you take to your timeline like someone completely ignorant of the way issues of intellectual property theft are dealt with, screaming in 140 characters like an Isale Eko market woman whose bag of hard-earned money was snatched in broad daylight. Excuse me, did you sell fish at Obalende in another life? That is not the way of a true don, but then again, you’re no don.
I’ll quote myself to you in the tweet below:
Get a lawyer, get a publicist and get a stylist! Music is business, damn it!
— Oreoluwa Fakorede (@OreFakorede) November 5, 2013
Michael, you’re the freaking business. Quit whining like a little ‘female dog’ and get a grip on your bloody self, man!
Hey, Wande Coal, what’s good? Wait, don’t reply that.
The real question is, what possessed you to recreate another man’s song and take full credit without his express permission?! What you’re hawking as your song is clearly a cover of someone else’s song! You lifted the lyrics, had Davido’s favourite producer refine the instrumentals and you were on your merry way. You should have been gracious enough to include ‘Don Jazzy Cover’ in the title of your ‘new’ song.
And, fatty, your 140-character defence is that you ‘served’ the Don for ten years? Were you working as his manservant this whole time? Polishing his pointy shoes, maybe? Or perhaps cooking his meals? You’re grown, Wande, and you should recognise bullcrap when you’re the one typing it.
No court will accept that as justification for theft.
On that matter of your new music label, I’m happy for you. Really, I am. It’s really, really, really cool that your first power move is this bullcrap you’ve pulled. Would you sign artistes to your label and have them pass off other people’s work as their own? That’s a sure way to prosper.
As you both were.
If Twitter is the street, Facebook the suburban-sprawl mall, and Pinterest some kind of mail-order catalog, Instagram is the many-windowed splendor of a younger Bergdorf’s, showing all we possess or wish for, under squares of filtered glass, each photographic pane backlit 24/7. Each pane is, or intimates, an entire landscape or room. Follow enough of the international lifestyle-setters, and you’ll see: women’s fashion, men’s fashion, home or apartment décor, beautiful food, art, color-coordinated books and magazines. Of course, the tags for these old categories are updated: #birthdaylove for a many-braceleted hand holding a pink Nat Sherman; #nodiets for an aerial view of Ibérico ham on a plate.
“I must say that we Nigerian women love to express ourselves, we love bold colors and bright patterns, we are magpies. We love sparkly garments, sparkly accessories and form-fitting shapes. So, I can see how it is hard to introduce anything other than that into our culture, we are incredibly flashy and showy, that is just who we are. But, I will say as fashion grows here as an industry I am observing that our approach to dressing is evolving. Nigerians have swag and even if we aren’t the fashion capital of the world, we most certainly believe we are! And that’s what I love about the fashion culture here, we are proud people, we can dress or overdress past you, it may not always be right but we are all dressing up.
Unfortunately, it sometimes also results in, what I believe is a lack of imagination to how people dress as a whole. I feel that global trends are picked up very quick and then ultimately overdone. I think there is a sense of ‘mine is better than yours’, which points more to owning items and wearing trends rather than making any personal long standing style decisions with what one has. I’m not saying that to be stylish one must always make outlandish style choices or dress like Coco Chanel, but style evolves, it is something you develop for yourself and if you are preoccupied with owning next seasons bag you will not understand how to wear half of what you invest in or to be inspired by. Few people dress with an individuality that is organic or speaks of any personal choice.”
Read the rest of Eku Edewor’s feature on style blog My Roots, My Style.
Back in April of 2005, Real Madrid—replete with Zinedine Zidane, arguably the world’s finest footballer at the time—played Villareal in the Spanish league. At that game, seventeen cameras were all trained on Zidane.
The film? At heart, it’s 90 minutes of following the great man around a football field. Yet it’s fascinating. Really. Save for the odd subtitled comment, and a not-entirely-comfortable compilation of the day’s news that’s interspersed at half time, the focus is purely one man playing a game of football.
Cold-brewed coffee is a great way to enjoy your daily caffeine fix, but making it can often be a little fussy depending on the method. This technique is quick, easy, and uses items you likely already have at home—no added equipment necessary.