Today at Flavorpill, we browsed a few snapshots featuring competitive games from Berlin’s Hipster Olympics. We found out who the most valuable movie stars are. We got angry about these kids who fed laxatives to seagulls. We visited some of the creepiest abandoned cities still haunting America. We chatted about music’s best and worst visual artists. We got to know Chuck Berry as a neoclassical lyricist. We learned about a fundraiser to get animals out of the ghetto and into the garden — a shelter in the Dominican Republic. We asked women what they wanted their porn to look like. We heard a violin cover of “Call Me Maybe.” We discovered six filmmaking tips from indie pioneer Jon Jost. We looked at photos of Iowa residents in 1984 and now. And finally, wanted to pick up a copy of El Libro Que No Puede Esperar (The Book That Can’t Wait), which was printed with disappearing ink. As soon as you open it, the book reacts with light and oxygen and completely fades in two to four months.