Never before has a 404 "website missing" page been endowed with such joy. Thank you, Moldovan freelance designer Anatoly Sivachenko.

There is good and bad about the rise of the "mommy blog," says mother and author Kate Hopper. Good: women should write! Writing spreads one's voice, motherhood can be an intense time. Bad: why must we qualify them as something apart from any other blogger, memoirist, etc. Hopper promises to discuss these topics -- and more saliently, how you can get started on a chapter of your own -- at her upcoming appearance at Good Vibrations' mothers-specific hang-out, which also features Carol Queen speaking about post-natal nookie, on Wed/1. We caught up with her before she hit SF to get a sneak peek at her relationship with the written word. Read more »

The scene would not have seemed unusual to the average passerby: the three of us, 20-something-year-old women, had just stepped into Madrone Art Bar for drinks after work. We sipped pale ales and chatted up three male strangers in a booth. But this was no chance meeting. Tonight the air tingles with curiosity and expectations because the meeting is predestined – not by fate, but by the new group dating website Grouper.  Read more »

If you freaked out about that photo of the Swedish minister of culture cutting a cake in the form of the cartoonishly lurid female blackface cake this week, you might want to take a look at offending artist Makode Linde's interview on Al Jazeera today.

And you might want to think about how you're reacting to the Internet. Read more »

Perhaps it's indicative of our societal aversion to life's end that Jory John just finished an email interview with the Guardian. How else would one explain the meteoric success of his tiny book, lightly filled with illustrations of dinos, Yetis, and ponies bemoaning their dead friends in deadpan one-liners? Seriously, they he and co-author Avery Monsen hold Tumblr records, and Ellen DeGeneres once tweeted about them, and their book is now available in Catalan. Surely, in All My Friends Are Dead they have crafted the most Internet-ready nugget known to humankind. 

Small surprise then, that All My Friends Are Still Dead (Chronicle Books, 108 pages, $9.95) is now tromping about, introducing us to the rolling 'bot of eternal isolation, a Godzilla with daddy issues, and a real bitchy toothbrush-toothpaste duo. We hollered at John to find out how life has changed since he became a ruler of the Internet. Read more »