Yes, the study, published in the Journal of Craniofacial Surgery, suggests that electromagnetic fields emitted by mobile phones “may have a harmful effect on bone density”. And you’ve already suffered with the shame that comes from wearing a belt holster for your phone. When will the bad news end? [HealthDay News via Textually]

That camera looks a little precarious, and I’m not sure how much I want to depend on my pants to hold something up, but I can see how a DSLR belt holster might be useful.

As far as design goes, it’s simple and smart: the holster fastens to your belt like any other dad-clip, and latches onto cameras by the tripod mount. Carrying a camera around this way could be a bit rough on both your leg and your lens, but as a way to temporarily free up your hands it’s more liberating than a dangly neck strap. Shipping this summer. [CNET via Engadget]

Taken literally, the idiom “tighten you belt” means it’s time to cut back on your strict bacon diet in lean economic times. A recession diet calls for sacrifice—and this belt puncher can help.

The concept, developed by Brooklyn-based SONIC Design, utilises a 3-disc adjustment mechanism to dial in the user’s net income and estimated cost of living. The resulting calculation determines where the next hole in the belt will be punched. In other words, it’s a physical representation of how much you need to save—in this case, the grocery bill is an ideal area to target. You could probably stand to lose a few kilos anyway. [Sonic Design via Core77 via Newlaunches]

A DIY project consisting of an MP3 decoder, lithium ion battery, accelerometer (for complete gyration response) and some other various circuits and switches, the only components it might be missing are speakers and a decent gold plated mini horseshoe (a series of mistakes you can unmake during your own construction process). Now just to find a decent pair of blinky LED boots to ensure complete cowboy ostracism. [sparkfun via technabob]

(Sorry Mamma, I know you don’t like me to cuss, but it’s it’s a quote from a famous book by a learned author, you know?) And yeah, I guess you’re surprised that I read Erica Jong. Hell, I’m surprised I read Erica Jong. I like her. If you don’t know her, she wrote a book way back in the Seventies, when I was still in ‘Nam—or was I in military prison, framed for a crime I did not commit?—memory’s a bit woozy these days. Anyway, this book, it’s called Fear of Flying, so of course I picked it up. Well, Face gave it to me, actually, said some ladyfriend of his had recommended it. So, I starts reading it, thinking it’ll cure all my travel woes. Nope. No, it had absolutely bugger fuck nuthin’, sorry Mamma, to do with gettin’ on a plane. Well, it sort of is, but it mostly isn’t.

But T’s getting off the subject here. Don’t push him off the buckle-less belt. It’s made by Sruli Recht, it comes in three sizes—three, four and five cm—and four colours, three of which I approve (flesh, bone, rust) one of which I don’t (ash, don’t smoke, kids. And respect your Mamma). It’s cut using a jet of water and made in Iceland. Oh, and before I go, get one thing straight, fool, I don’t like Ice. I don’t like Ice-T. And so it goes without saying I probably don’t like people from Iceland. [Cool Hunting]