CSS Tricks

Here is a cute way to present before and after or two comparative images or anything.
Have a look at below web link.

http://www.buzzfeed.com/natalyalobanova/angela-bassett-doesnt-age#.yvpNlRQG6

facebook and Al Pacino

Nowadays, This face always blows away my tiring! and spread a smile on my face, whatever my mood would be sad, angry or not so good.
I just love this, and I know why.

Well,

Just today, I came to know that "Al Pacino was the first face on facebook"

A very early iteration of the site displayed a header image featuring a man’s face obscured behind binary code. The identity of the man could not be seen clearly, but it later came to light that the face was that of acclaimed actor Al Pacino.


You wanna see the it:

Here it is:

Click Here to see the facebook First face

You should know that Al Pacino does not use any social networking site as far as I know from one of his recent interview

for safe side, if it is removed from the original link saving it here.

Google Doodles

It's very common now and we all love it. Sometime it is interactive and we, in the office spend a lot of time playing with it.

Doodles are the fun, surprising, and sometimes spontaneous changes that are made to the Google logo to celebrate holidays, anniversaries, and the lives of famous artists, pioneers, and scientists.

I always want to have a look at all the doodle one place. and finally i found it.

Here

If you have an idea for doodle you may submit it @ proposals@google.com

The First Google Doodle

The first Google Doodle was an out-of-office message. The day was August 30, 1998 -- nearly two years after Larry Page and Sergey Brin had built a search engine in a Stanford dorm room, and less than a week before Google would officially incorporate as a company. Google was so young then, indeed, that it still had a Yahoo!-style exclamation mark as part of its logo.

Here you can read more about google doodle.

Fifty Shades of Blue - Blue Beard

I am very fond of ready books since my childhood. I used to read a lot of kids magazines or we can say whatever available to me I read the whole in few days. And If no new available I keep on reading the same thing again and again. There was a bid nice library in our house. I used to spend a lot of time there. Since we relocated, our library is almost lost, and I miss all of those books specially childhood books and magazines.


I tried to recollect those magazines at least, have sent emails and contacted the magazine editors and publishers that I want to buy old magazines and books but they are not selling old ones. So I keep on searching over the internet if something is available from my sweet childhood.

Today I found something and want to post here at my blog.

What happened is, In the office when I open chrome. I saw the google doodle and clicked on it.

It shows, a French author who wrote a lot of classic kids stories or fairy tales. When I see Blue Beard I quickly clicked on it and started reading. It was one of the story I read in a kids magazine in my childhood. I didn't know or remember that It was written by a French author.

Fifty Shades of Blue

The story title and the photos on the magazine were like that I didn't read it until my elder sister told the story a bit of it. Then once I read I liked it so much.


When I read that title in the google suggestion list today. I thought it's title is quite impressive but to make it more impressive for today's age it would be good to call it Fifty Shades of Blue :) ( not of kids )

Here is the Story

Blue Beard by Charles Perrault

There was once a man who had fine houses, both in town and country, a deal of silver and gold plate, embroidered furniture, and coaches gilded all over with gold. But this man was so unlucky as to have a blue beard, which made him so frightfully ugly that all the women and girls ran away from him.

One of his neighbors, a lady of quality, had two daughters who were perfect beauties. He desired of her one of them in marriage, leaving to her choice which of the two she would bestow on him. Neither of them would have him, and they sent him backwards and forwards from one to the other, not being able to bear the thoughts of marrying a man who had a blue beard. Adding to their disgust and aversion was the fact that he already had been married to several wives, and nobody knew what had become of them.

Blue Beard, to engage their affection, took them, with their mother and three or four ladies of their acquaintance, with other young people of the neighborhood, to one of his country houses, where they stayed a whole week.

The time was filled with parties, hunting, fishing, dancing, mirth, and feasting. Nobody went to bed, but all passed the night in rallying and joking with each other. In short, everything succeeded so well that the youngest daughter began to think that the man's beard was not so very blue after all, and that he was a mighty civil gentleman.

As soon as they returned home, the marriage was concluded. About a month afterwards, Blue Beard told his wife that he was obliged to take a country journey for six weeks at least, about affairs of very great consequence. He desired her to divert herself in his absence, to send for her friends and acquaintances, to take them into the country, if she pleased, and to make good cheer wherever she was.

"Here," said he," are the keys to the two great wardrobes, wherein I have my best furniture. These are to my silver and gold plate, which is not everyday in use. These open my strongboxes, which hold my money, both gold and silver; these my caskets of jewels. And this is the master key to all my apartments. But as for this little one here, it is the key to the closet at the end of the great hall on the ground floor. Open them all; go into each and every one of them, except that little closet, which I forbid you, and forbid it in such a manner that, if you happen to open it, you may expect my just anger and resentment."

She promised to observe, very exactly, whatever he had ordered. Then he, after having embraced her, got into his coach and proceeded on his journey.

Her neighbors and good friends did not wait to be sent for by the newly married lady. They were impatient to see all the rich furniture of her house, and had not dared to come while her husband was there, because of his blue beard, which frightened them. They ran through all the rooms, closets, and wardrobes, which were all so fine and rich that they seemed to surpass one another.

After that, they went up into the two great rooms, which contained the best and richest furniture. They could not sufficiently admire the number and beauty of the tapestry, beds, couches, cabinets, stands, tables, and looking glasses, in which you might see yourself from head to foot; some of them were framed with glass, others with silver, plain and gilded, the finest and most magnificent that they had ever seen.

They ceased not to extol and envy the happiness of their friend, who in the meantime in no way diverted herself in looking upon all these rich things, because of the impatience she had to go and open the closet on the ground floor. She was so much pressed by her curiosity that, without considering that it was very uncivil for her to leave her company, she went down a little back staircase, and with such excessive haste that she nearly fell and broke her neck.

Having come to the closet door, she made a stop for some time, thinking about her husband's orders, and considering what unhappiness might attend her if she was disobedient; but the temptation was so strong that she could not overcome it. She then took the little key, and opened it, trembling. At first she could not see anything plainly, because the windows were shut. After some moments she began to perceive that the floor was all covered over with clotted blood, on which lay the bodies of several dead women, ranged against the walls. (These were all the wives whom Blue Beard had married and murdered, one after another.) She thought she should have died for fear, and the key, which she, pulled out of the lock, fell out of her hand.

After having somewhat recovered her surprise, she picked up the key, locked the door, and went upstairs into her chamber to recover; but she could not, so much was she frightened. Having observed that the key to the closet was stained with blood, she tried two or three times to wipe it off; but the blood would not come out; in vain did she wash it, and even rub it with soap and sand. The blood still remained, for the key was magical and she could never make it quite clean; when the blood was gone off from one side, it came again on the other.

Blue Beard returned from his journey the same evening, saying that he had received letters upon the road, informing him that the affair he went about had concluded to his advantage. His wife did all she could to convince him that she was extremely happy about his speedy return.

The next morning he asked her for the keys, which she gave him, but with such a trembling hand that he easily guessed what had happened.

"What!" said he, "is not the key of my closet among the rest?"

"I must," said she, "have left it upstairs upon the table."

"Fail not," said Blue Beard, "to bring it to me at once."

After several goings backwards and forwards, she was forced to bring him the key. Blue Beard, having very attentively considered it, said to his wife, "Why is there blood on the key?"

"I do not know," cried the poor woman, paler than death.

"You do not know!" replied Blue Beard. "I very well know. You went into the closet, did you not? Very well, madam; you shall go back, and take your place among the ladies you saw there."

Upon this she threw herself at her husband's feet, and begged his pardon with all the signs of a true repentance, vowing that she would never more be disobedient. She would have melted a rock, so beautiful and sorrowful was she; but Blue Beard had a heart harder than any rock!

"You must die, madam," said he, "at once."

"Since I must die," answered she (looking upon him with her eyes all bathed in tears), "give me some little time to say my prayers."

"I give you," replied Blue Beard, "half a quarter of an hour, but not one moment more."

When she was alone she called out to her sister, and said to her, "Sister Anne" (for that was her name), "go up, I beg you, to the top of the tower, and look if my brothers are not coming. They promised me that they would come today, and if you see them, give them a sign to make haste."

Her sister Anne went up to the top of the tower, and the poor afflicted wife cried out from time to time, "Anne, sister Anne, do you see anyone coming?"

And sister Anne said, "I see nothing but a cloud of dust in the sun, and the green grass."

In the meanwhile Blue Beard, holding a great saber in his hand, cried out as loud as he could bawl to his wife, "Come down instantly, or I shall come up to you."

"One moment longer, if you please," said his wife; and then she cried out very softly, "Anne, sister Anne, do you see anybody coming?"

And sister Anne answered, "I see nothing but a cloud of dust in the sun, and the green grass."

"Come down quickly," cried Blue Beard, "or I will come up to you."

"I am coming," answered his wife; and then she cried, "Anne, sister Anne, do you not see anyone coming?"

"I see," replied sister Anne, "a great cloud of dust approaching us."

"Are they my brothers?"

"Alas, no my dear sister, I see a flock of sheep."

"Will you not come down?" cried Blue Beard.

"One moment longer," said his wife, and then she cried out, "Anne, sister Anne, do you see nobody coming?"

"I see," said she, "two horsemen, but they are still a great way off."

"God be praised," replied the poor wife joyfully. "They are my brothers. I will make them a sign, as well as I can for them to make haste."

Then Blue Beard bawled out so loud that he made the whole house tremble. The distressed wife came down, and threw herself at his feet, all in tears, with her hair about her shoulders.

"This means nothing," said Blue Beard. "You must die!" Then, taking hold of her hair with one hand, and lifting up the sword with the other, he prepared to strike off her head. The poor lady, turning about to him, and looking at him with dying eyes, desired him to afford her one little moment to recollect herself.

"No, no," said he, "commend yourself to God," and was just ready to strike.

At this very instant there was such a loud knocking at the gate that Blue Beard made a sudden stop. The gate was opened, and two horsemen entered. Drawing their swords, they ran directly to Blue Beard. He knew them to be his wife's brothers, one a dragoon, the other a musketeer; so that he ran away immediately to save himself; but the two brothers pursued and overtook him before he could get to the steps of the porch. Then they ran their swords through his body and left him dead. The poor wife was almost as dead as her husband, and had not strength enough to rise and welcome her brothers.

Blue Beard had no heirs, and so his wife became mistress of all his estate. She made use of one part of it to marry her sister Anne to a young gentleman who had loved her a long while; another part to buy captains' commissions for her brothers, and the rest to marry herself to a very worthy gentleman, who made her forget the ill time she had passed with Blue Beard.

Moral:

Curiosity, in spite of its appeal, often leads to deep regret. To the displeasure of many a maiden, its enjoyment is short lived. Once satisfied, it ceases to exist, and always costs dearly.

Another moral:

Apply logic to this grim story, and you will ascertain that it took place many years ago. No husband of our age would be so terrible as to demand the impossible of his wife, nor would he be such a jealous malcontent. For, whatever the color of her husband's beard, the wife of today will let him know who the master is.

How doorways can affect your memory

Walking through doorways causes forgetting, new research shows

We’ve all experienced it: The frustration of entering a room and forgetting what we were going to do. Or get. Or find.

New research from University of Notre Dame Psychology Professor Gabriel Radvansky suggests that passing through doorways is the cause of these memory lapses.

“Entering or exiting through a doorway serves as an ‘event boundary’ in the mind, which separates episodes of activity and files them away,” Radvansky explains.

“Recalling the decision or activity that was made in a different room is difficult because it has been compartmentalized.”

The study was published recently in the Quarterly Journal of Experimental Psychology.

Conducting three experiments in both real and virtual environments, Radvansky’s subjects – all college students – performed memory tasks while crossing a room and while exiting a doorway.

In the first experiment, subjects used a virtual environment and moved from one room to another, selecting an object on a table and exchanging it for an object at a different table. They did the same thing while simply moving across a room but not crossing through a doorway.

Radvansky found that the subjects forgot more after walking through a doorway compared to moving the same distance across a room, suggesting that the doorway or “event boundary” impedes one’s ability to retrieve thoughts or decisions made in a different room.

The second experiment in a real-world setting required subjects to conceal in boxes the objects chosen from the table and move either across a room or travel the same distance and walk through a doorway. The results in the real-world environment replicated those in the virtual world: walking through a doorway diminished subjects’ memories.

The final experiment was designed to test whether doorways actually served as event boundaries or if one’s ability to remember is linked to the environment in which a decision – in this case, the selection of an object – was created. Previous research has shown that environmental factors affect memory and that information learned in one environment is retrieved better when the retrieval occurs in the same context. Subjects in this leg of the study passed through several doorways, leading back to the room in which they started. The results showed no improvements in memory, suggesting that the act of passing through a doorway serves as a way the mind files away memories.

Nightmares Like Constructions Failed!

Did you ever dream of something that looks very strange and makes you so much scared and worried that you woke up suddenly. Sometimes the dream might be about you lost somewhere in the middle of the road or street or you are in a house that doesn't have any door or if there is door it cannot be accessed.
These are somehow are real construction fails sometimes. Like the below ones.

Door-to-ceiling

Never seen before is this stunning piece of total lack of reason, with an access door hanging freely from the ceiling of a lecture room. As though it were some floating secret access portal to a parallel universe, where students instantaneously download knowledge, rather being forced to sit and listen to endless hours of lectures.

Gated access

I can see Sheldon standing in front of the gate knocking and shouting in order to get inside, because – of course – the proper way to enter premises is through a gate. There’s no fence you say? But the proper way…!

Stairway to… the ceiling

A bit like a parody-tribute to Led Zeppelin’s Stairway to Heaven. The reasoning behind these stairs is as confusing as it is insane: stairs leading all the way up to the soffit. Perhaps it’s some kind of office-related tribute to Harry Potter’s room under the stairs?

The door to nowhere

People, who live in glass houses, shouldn’t throw stones. Particularly if the access door to their house leads to nowhere, just like this one, which feels like a set from some scary movie where the protagonist can see the outside world and lives in a quasi-fish bowl world, which she cannot get out of!

Off the beaten track

You’ve heard about thinking out of the box, coloring out of the lines and taking the road less travelled. Well, now we’ve got another one to add to the list: laying a path outside of the access gate. We bet you’re asking why? Well, sorry but we don’t have that particular answer just yet. Don’t hold your breath!

The curious case of the emergency exit to nowhere

Because when you’re running for an emergency exit, who cares where it leads to, right? That’s why some clever folks have built an emergency exit which ends a few feet shy of the ground. Just think of it… after the ordeal of having to run through a building for your life, you find that the safety of the emergency exit is missing a safety net or a trampoline or someone to make sure you land safely on the ground.

Overground

By definition, the bridge (one of the most solid architectural structures) is meant to provide a passage way over physical obstacles (such as a river, valley, under-road, or even a swimming pool). The architect might have planned to have the bridge going over the pool, however the construction team seems to have thought otherwise, and decided to move the bridge over the ground, just for giggles!

Not tall enough!

We have no idea what lies behind this door. The handle is out of reach and we just couldn’t be bothered to get a ladder and check it out. Since the door is completely pointless, it probably leads nowhere, anyway.

Stairs interrupted

A novel idea, surely. It’s an external fire escape for seasoned circus acrobats. Not only would they have to escape the building which is supposedly engulfed in flames, but they would also have to overcome the obstacles posed by this fine piece of work!

Stairway to

Designed specifically to only get the double zero-sized models to the exclusive top floor, this staircase is the true mark of architectural genius. It’s a cleverly devised trick to make sure that only the slimmest of the slim (and the flattest of the flat) shall pass.

A balcony without a view

This is some construction feat. Imagine going through all the trouble of building a balcony, complete with what looks like wrought iron railings, just to leave out the actual physical and visual access of the balcony.

How A Dog Would Wear Pants

The Internet Is Losing Its Mind Over This Debate On How A Dog Would Wear Pants





The above image is blowing up on social media after having been tweeted out by Maxim editor Jared Keller on Monday night, although its exact provenance is unknown. Like “the dress” before it, the image has people fervently debating: just how would a dog wear pants? Along with most sensible people, I stand firmly in Dog #2 Camp, because obviously the entire point of pants is to cover your b-hole and your privates. However, there are plenty of reasoned arguments for both sides. Probably my favorite so far was this answer from Reddit, where the image has (of course) also popped up:

Well pants are a human invention so if they were to wear them like humans it would be like the ones on the right. However, if dogs invented dog pants it would be like the ones on the left, leaving the [a-hole] freely available for greetings and ice breakers.

but I think either way something is missing out in the clothing to properly cover the actual body parts what should be!

Live Your 80's Life Back

A nostalgic Google researcher recently flexed his C coding skills and built a fully functional Commodore Amiga 500 emulator for Chrome. You can try the realistic software here. It’s good, geeky fun.

Of course, it’s also a handy way to flaunt some of Chrome’s lesser known features. The Amiga emulator was built with Native Client, a C and C++ sandbox for Chrome. Said nostalgic researcher, Christian Stefansen, worked on the tool, so he’s showing off a little bit and notes that the emulator is “something like 400,000 lines of code.” Or so.

“On the main page you can boot the Amiga, insert floppy disks, play the games, and generally pretend it’s still the late 80s,” he explains in the site’s FAQ. “(We recommend some Enigma music or the soundtrack from the movie Top Gun in the background.)”

So open Chrome and go nuts. Robo-City awaits.

New Year 2016

I was just looking at the posts for the day coming in i.e. year change from 2015 to 2016.

People are posting like last sunset of 2015. I thought sunsets are the same based on the climate or the weather. What is the difference then!

Then just few minutes before something happen which I don't like and had started only this year and that is:

I saw a cockroach and I killed it. I don't like killing any living thing but more than that I hate these bugs so I did kill. Then I thought last year i.e. in 2014 there were no cockroaches at my apartment, so I did not killed any. This year I killed so many. So I am just asking

How many cockroaches you killed this year?

One of my New Year Resolution is to get rid of cockroaches and so will not feel a pain of killing them.

well, I cannot and do not want to put a picture of cockroach because it looks so weird.

Wish All of Us Will have A Great, Healthy, Happy, Loving and Wealthy New Year.