If life gives you lemons.... F**K the lemons and bail!

HOLY COW

2012-02-13T11:08:00.000-08:00

http://hypebeast.com/2012/02/visual-traveling-holy-cow/

Patrick Wallner’s latest skate documentary, Holy Cow, is now available for your viewing pleasure by way of the filmmaker’s Visual Traveling series. This time around Wallner and his band of audacious skaters travel through chaotic South Asia, from Bangladesh to Sri Lanka, thrashing it up and observing the unique cultures, from “dying ones hair henna, riding rickshaws, or curry-overdosing.” This ten minute short summarizes a month long journey and features riders Walker Ryan, Laurence Keefe, Michael Mackrodt and Kenny Reed.

THis is definitely wicked for checking out

the bullet

2012-01-04T07:11:00.000-08:00

i always find that when i'm riding the bullet trains, the slight sway of the cart is very soothing.. if i ever sit near the window i'm usually lights out with a matter of moments. It's funny, regardless of how well rested I am, there is something extremely therapeautic about trains. Usually my only saving grace is dependent on the other 3 seats in my train cart. Typically whenever i catch the train from coppenhagen I always manage to find an empty cart, which is incredible because it's private and I get to enjoy the morning sunrises like no other, just peace of mind and the soft humming and clicking of the train on the tracks with a nice warm sun on my face.

on may 25th it was different, there was a stranger on the train with me, a woman with blue eyes black hair, shoulder length, wow. she was absolutely gorgeous. i couldnt believe it! you know, it's not unusual to get a beautiful girl on the bullet train... coppenhagen is full of beautiful women and it's also a huge business hub for other european business people.

anyways, on this particular day it was different, there was something different about everything.. it almost felt like i was floating, when i woke up, my shower, changing, driving to the bullet train station... all of it, but i really had no idea what this day had in store for me...

i need you more than I ever needed you... now

2011-09-13T11:13:00.001-07:00

THE HUNDREDS IS HUGE!

2011-09-08T07:43:00.001-07:00

part1

Bobby's World: The Brand Before The Man | Part 1 from hueTV on Vimeo.

part2

Bobby's World: On LA & Its Residents | Part 2 from hueTV on Vimeo.

RR Martin; why I read

2011-09-01T17:39:00.001-07:00

"The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real ... for a moment at least ... that long magic moment before we wake.

Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?

We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.

They can keep their heaven. When I die, I'd sooner go to middle Earth."

"you must play me again..."

2011-09-01T11:38:00.000-07:00

28 days later graphic novel

2011-09-01T11:37:00.000-07:00

2011-08-31T13:57:00.000-07:00

l0ve p03m

2011-08-30T10:11:00.001-07:00

beyond watching eyes
with sweet and tender kisses
our souls reached out
in breathless wonder

and when i woke
from a vast smiling peace
i found you bathed in morning light
quietly studying
all the messages on my phone
-banksy

the best fucking roommate

2011-08-18T13:22:00.000-07:00

From my friend Rollout.

While searching through droves of satirical American news stories, we came across an advertisement for the best room-mate in the world. Well, in the States anyway.

I wish this guy would come to Toronto, he sounds like my American doppelganger maybe my dad knows his mom? OR reversed... hell it doesn't matter! come on to Toronto and let's get mangled.

Konichiwa bitches. Are you looking for the most kick-ass fucking roommate that ever lived? If so, look no further. You fucking found him. I'm a 25-year-old professional marketing agent with experience at bad-ass companies like AOL and FORBES FUCKING MAGAZINE. That's right! What you know about experience? I graduated from Auburn University in Alabama, and moved to NYC at the ripe, tender age of 22. After deciding that New York was a stinky shit-hole, I moved back to Alabama to cultivate more professional experience. Why? So I can make millions of dollars and not have to post shit like this on Craigslist.

Anyway, so I landed this job with a marketing firm in San Francisco, and I have no fucking clue where to live. My new office is located in NoPa, so I guess I want something in that area. Honestly, I'm moving there in 3 weeks, so I don't give a shit if I have to sleep in your bathtub.

A bit about me: I'm respectful, quiet, clean and I won't bother any of your shit. If you leave shit out, I'm just like, "Oh fuck I better not mess with this shit, because it's not mine." I turn off lights. I clean toilets. Fuck it. I'll even cook for you. That's right! My dad is a chef and taught me everything there is to know about cooking southern cajun cuisine. I'll fry green tomatoes, cover them with marinated crab meat and smother that shit in bearnaise. EVERY. GODDAMN. NIGHT. Don't eat meat? That's fucking FANTASTIC! I'll make a zucchini and yellow squash carpaccio that will knock your fucking socks off.

I also read a lot. I fucking LOVE books. Vonnegut, Palahniuk, Hawthorne. All that shit. I read Tuesday's with Morrie the other day. It's a sad story, but I learned something about life, love, knowledge and the pursuit of something greater than myself. Fucking smart. Do you like movies? I fucking love them. We can watch the shit out of some movies together if you like, or go get drinks, or work out, hike, play video games or play a game of one-on-one basketball, or I don't have to talk to you at all. It's completely UP TO YOU!

Sometimes I play guitar. Are you going to love getting baked and listening to Bob Dylan and Pink Floyd? LIVE? WHENEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT? Of course you are! I'll take requests and learn any song you like, because I have the voice of an angel and the acoustical stylings of James Fucking Taylor. AWWWWWW SHIT YEA!

A lot of people ask me, "Hey, you're from Alabama. Are you racist?" And, the answer to that question is, no. I'm not racist or judgmental at all. I love everyone. I'm a secular humanist. I FUCKING LOVE PEOPLE. That's the only requirement to being a secular humanist actually. You have to like other human beings and want to help them for no other reason than they are human regardless of race, religion or sexual preference. WTF?!!!? Pretty fucking cool right?

I own almost nothing! I'm driving my car from Alabama to California in which I'll be transporting two duffelbags of clothes, one laptop computer, one guitar, one cell-phone with charger, 8 pairs of shoes, one picture frame, probably some condoms and a shitload of beef jerky and Pringles for the trip. Though, you can expect the jerky to be gone upon my arrival. Unless you'd like me to pick up some on my way into the city. See?! I'm the most considerate person you've ever met. I'm offering to buy you shit already!

Am I interested in your pad? You can bet my nomadic ass I am! I only require 4 walls, a ceiling and a floor to shelter me from the elements. Other than that, anything else will be considered a convenient plus. I'm taking being a roommate to the next level. Email me! I'll hook yo ass up with Facebook links, background checks, credit reports, phone numbers, resumes, references, awards, sexual history, pictures of karate trophies and a list of the top 10 women I'd like to bang before I die. If you want a next-generation roommate who consistently blows your fucking mind with awesomeness, then hit me up. I'm ready to give you money.

thursday joke

2011-08-17T20:54:00.000-07:00

A man walks into a bar with a giraffe. They both get pissed. The giraffe falls over. The man goes to leave and the bartender says, "Oi. You can't leave that lyin' there." And the man says, "No. It's not a lion. It's a giraffe."

Shama Lama Ding Dong

2011-08-17T20:19:00.000-07:00

in the summertime ;)

2011-08-17T11:21:00.001-07:00

if her daddys rich take her out for a meal....
if her daddys poor take her out for a drive....

Smokey [The] Bear

2011-08-10T14:30:00.000-07:00

Created in 1944, Smokey the Bear, teh mascot for the U.S. Forest Service, is the longest running public service campaign in American history. Smokey came into being during World War II after a Japanese submarine fired on a Pacific Coast oil field near the Los Padres National Forest. With so many experienced firefighters and otehr able-bodied men off at war, the government quickly realized that it was ill-equipped to fight a major firest fire, caused by arson or started accidentally.

To raise public awareness, the War Advertising Council launched a fire-prevention poster campaign using slogals like "Our carlessness, Their Secret Weapon." Then in 1944, Walt disney Studios lent the U.S. Forest Service the use of "Bambi" to coincide with the premiere of the motion picture. The innocent fawn was a huge hit. So much so that the Forest Service decided it needed a permanent animal mascot. Enter friendly Smokey Bear, dressed in Ranger hat and dungarees with shovel in paw, advising bear cubs and children: "Only you can prevent forest fires." The fictional bear was brought to life in 1950 when firefighters rescued a scared, orphaned cub clinging to a charred tree during a New Mexico forest fire. The plight of the injured cub won America's heart and became a living symbol of Smokey Bear. The Forest Service masco became so popular that Congress passed an act in 1952 to take Smokey out of the public domain and place him under the Department of Agriculture. Smokey was even celebrated in a 1952 hit song written by Steve Nelso and Jack Rollins. To get the name to rhyme with the lyrics "prowlin' and growlin' and sniffin' the air," the songwriters changed Smokey Bear to "Smokey The Bear" and thats what most people still call him.

Source: http://www.atissuejournal.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/bdc_10_01-720x1024.jpg

middle east - blood

2011-08-09T21:58:00.001-07:00

being a dickheads cool

2011-08-09T08:38:00.000-07:00

value of experience

2011-08-08T17:26:00.000-07:00

hoping for it to work, wont make it work...
hoping it didnt happen, wont fix it...
inaction won't lead to action...
your life is ending one minute at a time,
re-read it but think of it as a good thing.

-ghettolemonade.rule.1

Enjoy The Little Things...

2011-07-29T09:00:00.000-07:00

Ghettolemonade: Rules of a gentleman

2011-07-29T08:32:00.000-07:00

10. A gentleman will always make the first move
9. A gentleman never behaves like a drunk, even when he is
8. A gentleman will never put someone down for the sake of a laugh
7. A gentleman admits when he's wrong but stands his ground when he's right
6. A gentleman always does what he says he'll do
5. A gentleman will never brag
4. A gentleman would perform random acts of kindness
3. A gentleman never has a reason to lie
2. A gentleman would jump in the pool with her wearing his most expenisve suit
1. A gentleman strives to be better everyday, not for himself, but for the people around him

a home that only a skateboarder can love

2011-07-28T13:14:00.001-07:00

etnies PAS House for Public Domaine La Gaite Lyrique from etnies on Vimeo.

Board Walk Empire - Season 2

2011-07-15T06:54:00.000-07:00

Tthe star of one of the best TV shows ever to air on HBO, Boardwalk Empire, I bring you Al Capone..

'I'm in the middle of a f^%$%ing meeting.'

Great men are contagious

2011-06-27T09:26:00.001-07:00

Successful men breed success in others, and great men have inspired others to become great. When a man’s skills are strong, they’ll attract competition (a sense to compete and become better than the other). As a result, men find greatness because of the great men around them; men will always try to achieve more, drawing inspiration from those they admire. Healthy, competent competition is the source that inspires men to become excellent.

O-GEN-KI-DES-KA

2011-06-22T13:48:00.000-07:00

I am back in TORONTO, quickly realizing that travelling is addicting...
After travelling to Thailand, Cambodia, Laos and Tokyo... I realized that the destinations are memorable, but the friends made on the way change you for life.

I got to admit, I met some real cool people while I was away, English, Aussie, French, Cambodians, Americans and of course Canadians. They are the memories you will take with you when you reflect back in 2-3 years. For some reason, when you think about that temple you will remember it, sure, but you won't have the same feeling as you get when you remembered that lunatic friend who got in a 2 hour tube ride in Laos without sun tan lotion... or the guy who always wore a Panda hat in the downtown core.

Or partying into the wee hours in the morning in local clubs in Laos, sleeping in the chiefs hut, drinking whiskey at every opportunity, saying goodbyes and see you laters. It's not that sad, because you know you will see the people you want again, once you travel you dont stop you just gain new friends in future locations :)

2011-06-09T03:27:00.000-07:00

An American, Frenchman and a Canadian in Tokyo...
Sounds like a good start to a joke? well its not.

My First 30 hours in Tokyo

- got wasted on plum sake at hostel with hostel mates
- got ambushed by japanese media, interviewed me at hostel on why i came to japan besides the earthquake and radiation leak. i will be on TV tonight at 730 pm and tomorrow at 10am. proceeded to go out that evening to Shiboyu district for Karoake.

Dragged my Japanese roommate (who used to live in Vancouver) to karoake with us, upon arrival at Karoake, we got changed into costumes, naturally i got naked and changed into a dress - and so did Mr. Panda, my Panda friend. We sang random Japanese songs, then we had to decide do we catch the last train at 12am or stick it out till 5am when trains start... thankfully karoakes are 24 hours and bars are open till 6am, we decided to stick it out... bad move. we wandered to a few bars, witness Yakuza bosses dismissing their minions with a million bows, met an American NCO who apparently won leave time because he won a huge competition. then we all went to a club but panda couldnt get in, so we went to another club with an american bouncer who let us in no problem. we hung out, the american NCO said he needed a wingman in the next bar, i left with him... we went to a bar where he told me hes been in japan for 3 years and dont be afraid that hes Yakuza, and then we went inside and i saw a million yakuza and girls... got ripepd with them... then left at 510am to meet my friends back at the original bar at 5am.... needless to say, my friends left and i was forced to take the Japanese Subway alone home by mself without my map, drunk. Well because it was at least 30 minutes, i decided to take nap and i passed out... again i missed my stop by about 25 minutes, had to come back, took me 2 hours to get home... bummer... but i did it... that was my 30 hours of mayhem in tokyo

harō mōningu! Konnichiwa! Konbanwa!

2011-05-20T10:35:00.000-07:00

The Tank Man 1/8

2011-04-15T07:16:00.000-07:00

Tianament Square 1989. Tank Man.

great expectations

2011-03-26T19:46:00.001-07:00

It baffles me when I read Charles Dickens that for some reason I am able to actually feel what the character is going through - with complete clarity.

Charles Dickens, from Great Expectations.

" . . . You have been in every prospect I have ever seen since - on the river, on the sails of the ships, on the marshes, in the clouds, in the light, in the darkness, in the wind, in the woods, in the sea, in the streets. You have been the embodiment of every graceful fancy that my mind has ever become acquainted with. The stones of which the strongest London buildings are made, are not more real, or more impossible to be displaced by your hands, than your presence and influence have been to me, there and everywhere, and will be. Estella, to the last hour of my life, you cannot choose but remain part of my character, part of the little good in me, part of the evil. But, in this separation I associate you only with the good, and I will faithfully hold you to that always, for you must have done me far more good than harm, let me feel now what sharp distress I may. O God bless you, God forgive you!"

you met me at a very strange time in my life

2011-03-25T07:39:00.000-07:00

flanderspit x anger.of.doom

2011-03-17T12:16:00.001-07:00

The Magazine Of The Modern Man

2011-03-16T06:22:00.000-07:00

Growing up, when I first touched a skateboard at like 9/10 I wasn't the best, me and this other neighbourhood kid used to just roll back and forth on the road all day, learning, racing - whatever, until one day. This little fat German kid, Andy came by, I wont forget this kid - this guy was about 14/15 at the time, and just a mean son of a bitch... anyways.. he saw us skating and he came by and was like "yo let me try it, you fools ain't doin it right!" - well this guy gets both his murderous feet on my board and jumps in the middle right up and comes down on it and breaks the deck right in half. Man what a piece of shit... I never told my parents cause they would just get mad, that this new skateboard they just bought was busted already... anyways, a few times after that when i got older I got a board and skated a few more times, but havent done it in awhile, finally my board is back and I'm just going to cruise. I'm going for speed again.

Anwyays, I was just checkin out skateboard photos from the 1970's because like everything else - the evolution in the past 40 years fhas been stagerring - for every industry! ENJOY

Spock's Scanner - what was he looking at for all those years?

2011-03-10T10:06:00.000-08:00

This amazing 4 minute hidden camera shows never before seen footage of what Spock was actually doing when he was staring at his scanner for so long, maybe now we can finally shed light onto the personal lives of the Enterprise crew beyong what is reported through the documentary TV Show Star Trek

Thanks to Black Moon for creating this
BlackMoonCGI's channel on YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/user/BIackMoonCGI

Willem Dafoe x Jim Beam

2011-03-09T10:20:00.001-08:00

This blows the old spice commercial out of the water...
I must admit

2011-03-06T19:42:00.000-08:00

(scene) unidentified man is walking on 4 lane highway going west, sky is gray, cloudy and warm. man is asian, messy black hair with dusty grays. wearing black skinny jeans a black t-shirt, a military style canvas back pack with chest strap as well. wearing khaki canvas palladium high-top boots. black retro sunglasses.

(narrator - unidentified man's thoughts) Whenever I watched movies when I was younger I never understood the post-apocaltpyic movies - if they knew what they knew now, it wouldve been different in all capacities. for one, there isnt any action, i spend the majority of my day foraging for food, living day by day having nothing for the future, trying to find shelter and avoid most other scanvengers like myself. its too dangerous to risk exposing myself, people are no longer people, we are animals.

another thing I would tell those hollywood blokes would be to add some realism to the highways... in the movies either the highway is empty or cars are scattered too and fro on the highway with accidents galore. But the truth is that it happened so fast that nobody could do a thing. all the cars are lined up perfectly in a row on the highway bumper to bumper like everyone just got out of their car at hte same time. it's morose, it looks like one huge snake that rises and falls down hills, one huge rainbow of metallic yellows, blues, blacks, reds. It's quite stunning I must admit, even though it's been 3 years, I still am surprised that I get to enjoy things out of life, even if they are the ominous and scary.

it's funny, there's an expression i remember growing up - probably from a movie, because let's face it, when your a 25 year old man living in the 21st century your education is going to be from movies. anyways, as i recall the expression was "you aren't the sum of your actions"... i never agreed with that until, well most recently. in my last life i was your typical grade-A office boy. My job typically consisted of photocopying files for executives, running annual reports - or weekly reports on whatever trend they were looking to waste time on this week. If based upon my past life - my existence and my ability to survive for the past 3 years in this future would be unexplained. hell maybe it is. but i believe that we are who we want to be, the ambitions and our ability to perceive the world is what defines us.

(man stops walking and approaches an 18 wheeler truck, steps up using the passenger side step and peaks into the cab, keys are in the ignition still. man attempts to open passenger side door but door is locked, scuttles down and walks to driver side door, unlocked... "yessss!" - takes key ring and walks back to the rear of the 18wheeler. First attempt with one of the keys on the ring unlocks the deadbolt lock on the back of the doors, slides it open. man walks into the lightly lit trailer and sees something in the blackness "beautiful, this will work..."

the game

2011-02-22T18:55:00.000-08:00

i've been playing this game since well second year university, the game is quite simple - would you want to have telepathic powers or x-ray vision?

everyone that i ask - they always say telepathy, but whats the fun in conversation without actually having one? but x-ray vision. now thats just exciting. obviously you can choose when to use both, but telepathy takes the fun out of everything.
i dont know, i am still the ONLY person who chooses x-ray vision.

round n' round we go

2011-02-22T12:06:00.000-08:00

This is about 45 seconds away from Rolo unleashing his stomach.

my first debut film

2011-02-18T16:50:00.001-08:00

when you spend 11 hours on a bus, you'll come up with crazy ideas.. like this

just listening to pac, ain't going to make it stop, a rebel in your thoughts ain't going to make it halt

2011-02-18T06:26:00.000-08:00

TELL THEM HOW YOU REALLY FEEL DONT LET BACK!!!!

2011-02-17T06:36:00.000-08:00

Friday Riddle

2011-02-10T21:35:00.000-08:00

Q: You are waiting for a train, a train that will take you far a way. You know where you hope this train will take you, but you can't be sure....

(answer below)

A: But it doesn't matter because you'll be together.

"When you figure out who you are and what you want...the less you let things bother you."

2011-02-10T21:32:00.000-08:00

movies that i'd do a better job in

2011-02-02T10:21:00.001-08:00

two-thousand and 11

2011-01-23T23:08:00.000-08:00

time passes, we regress
growing like a tumor,
in war and hate,
7 billion people,
the world poplulates,
10 species a day,
irradicate,
all a joke?
your right.
turn on the telly,
and enjoy some cake.

joe hisaishi - ballade (ost from brother; takeshi kitano)

2011-01-11T17:27:00.000-08:00

Eataly

2011-01-10T10:33:00.000-08:00

I have a few cook books where a couple times a month I'll pick something that sounds delicious and cook it. It's fun, healthy and broadens your spectrum with staples that you wouldn't normally use. But to be honest, whenever I buy a cook book I end up only creating 25% of the proposed carousal substenance. However! this past Christmas I received marvelous cook book on chef, and author Mario Batali. The title of my prized cookbook is Molto Italiano: 327 Simple Italian Recipes to Cook at Home

It's boundless and comprehensive menu list, is definitely an exciting stimulus to, in my opinion, a tiring repretoire of new and old chefs publishing the same old time tested recipes "with a kick".

If you have never heard of him, or if you have - this will definitely be an enjoyable video recipe for anyone who enjoys cooking.

Metamorphosis - Philip Glass

2010-12-29T12:21:00.000-08:00

Merry Christmas Eve

2010-12-24T08:48:00.001-08:00

Best wishes to you and yours, may 2011 be a year of goal attainment, new ambitions formed, new relationships built, old ones flourish and filled with joy and happiness.

2010-12-09T07:10:00.000-08:00

Sometimes you have to lose everything before the penny finally drops... or... whatever. So here's what I figured out...

We're not evil sinners or perfect knock offs of god.
We let the world tell us whether we're saints or sex addicts.
Sane or insane.
Heroes or victims.
Wehther we're good mothers, or loving sons.
But we can decide for ourselves.

As a certain wise fugitive once told me, sometimes its not important which way you jump, just that you jump.

Help Support Free Knowledge

2010-12-08T11:44:00.000-08:00

Wikipedia donation. I did!

From the founder of wikipedia:

I'm a volunteer.
I don't get paid a cent for my work at Wikipedia, and neither do our thousands of other volunteer authors and editors. When I founded Wikipedia, I could have made it into a for-profit company with advertising banners, but I decided to do something different.

Commerce is fine. Advertising is not evil. But it doesn't belong here. Not in Wikipedia.

Wikipedia is something special. It is like a library or a public park. It is like a temple for the mind. It is a place we can all go to think, to learn, to share our knowledge with others. It is a unique human project, the first of its kind in history. It is a humanitarian project to bring a free encyclopedia to every single person on the planet.

Every single person.

If all of Wikipedia's 400 million users would donate $1 each, we would have 20 times the amount of money we need. We're a small organization, and I've worked hard over the years to keep us lean and tight. We fulfill our mission, and leave waste to others.

To do this without resorting to advertising, we need you. It is you who keep this dream alive. It is you who have created Wikipedia. It is you who believe that a place of calm reflection and learning is worth having.

This year, please consider making a donation of $20, $35, $50 or whatever you can to protect and sustain Wikipedia.

Thanks,

Jimmy Wales

Wikipedia Founder

stick to the coast line, follow the birds, listen to the mind...

2010-12-02T11:32:00.000-08:00

Incredible. If this doesnt make YOU want to learn to sail, what will?
that is the question...

A Perfect Blossom.

2010-12-02T06:35:00.000-08:00

You could spend your whole life searching for one, and it would not be a life wasted.

Ave Maria (Bach/Gounod)

2010-11-25T10:31:00.001-08:00

Anyways; one of the most beautiful songs ever composed in my opinion is 'Ave Maria'. Or as Bobby McFerrin says, if your Jewish 'Oy Vay Maria'.

It's a song composed in Latin in about 1859 by a wonderful French composer Charles Gounod. It was written for a melody composed 137 years earlier.... Hahah yeah thats right 1722. The melody is from Bach called the Well-Tempered Clavier (BMV 846).

There is an issue with the melody Charles Genoud chose, which is that the recorded historical versions of Genoud actually differ from the one used in Ave Maria - it is ultimately believed to be a Bach melody, however with a slight variation (see bottom for why). This isnt unusual, music today is "remixed" changed and even sampled from it's original, therefore explaining the variation...

The melody, which in itself is beautiful, includes several instruments including the violin, guitar, string quartet, piano solo, cello, and even trombone. It has a lot of correlation with Catholic weddings, and or funerals. Or most recently and ironically being used as a 2007 videogame main theme Hitman as well as being sung by the late world renowed Luciano Pavarotti.

Below is the most beautiful rendition of it that I have yet to hear; there is something.... angelic about it being sung by a young child, sorry Pavarotti.

banksy x simpsons

2010-11-16T08:52:00.001-08:00

Julia & Winston

2010-11-15T07:23:00.000-08:00

"Under the spreading chestnut tree
I sold you and you sold me
There lie they, and here lie we
Under the spreading chestnut tree"

Under the censorship of the party, in the shade of corruption and law. She gave me up and I gave her up - there was no choice. We think we are different, others have lied and deceived, and we said we wouldn't - but we have, and others after us will do the same. So is the life living under the heavy scrutiny and censorship of the party. There is no room for freedom. Freedom is slavery.
Hail big brother, hail the party.

Paradise Falls part 1, act 3 (end of part 1)

2010-11-10T05:37:00.000-08:00

I was now in the hallway. If I stopped and thought of what I was doing, I would definitely talk myself out of this. I wouldn't be able to believe that I actually did this, that I actually broke into this dark, damp, ruined school - but there was no time for that now, and I wouldnt stop and think. I was on a mission.

I was going to find Alice, even if I'd have to spend a week in this town.... So be it
Standing in that dark hallway, my flashlight on the floor... more paint chips from the ceiling just like the classroom, walls chipping too.... The lockers - lined up in both directions down both sides of the hallway - in a gray metallic that resembled the armour of some ancient royal guard, some lockers missing doors, some still locked - and some ajar.

Looking both directions of the hallway I realized, I didnt know where to start looking for Alice. I didn't even know where I was. I turned around to get the room number of the classroom I emerged from... but there was nothing, no number - just another large oak or maple door, with paint chipping and... and... writing... large, childish scribblings... that read "AB AETERNO". The shivers, I feel vulnerable when I get the shivers. I looked left and right quickly - incase someone was sneaking up on me. Then I shun the flashlight back at the writing, what the fuck does AB AETERNO mean? Who the fuck... I hoped it was some weird kid on a graffiti binge but I had a funny feeling it wasn't. How could he get in here? And it looked fresh to boot. 'Deep breath, deep breath...... in and out.... fear is the mind killer i thought to myself, in and out, fear is the mind killer. I wanted to remember where this room was before I ventured further into the school, this was my way out... I dressed this morning wearing a red v-neck sweater, a white t-shirt underneath, blue denims and my desert boots. I took my sweater off and hung it on the door handle... Now, if I had to return, I would know how to get out of this scary shit hole.

I contemplated screaming Alice's name - but I wanted to know more about what was going on around here than anything else. Why was Alice even supposed to be here?
Shit doesn't make sense... why the fuck did I let her go. Now I was getting angry, I wish she was back at our home, safe. So I turned left and walked down the hallway, walking deeper into darkness, engulfed by the darkness around, the hidden metallic guard behind the darkness.... I was ready.

Photic Sneeze Reflect (AKA Autosomal Dominant Compelling Helioophthalmic Outburst Syndrome (ACHOO Syndrome)

2010-11-04T12:07:00.000-07:00

Have you ever been in a dark place for a long time (e.g. a movie theatre) and upon leaving walked into a bright light (the sun) and ended up sneezing? Have you ever wondered why the light made you sneeze?

The title is a little complex and intimidating, but in lamens terms it's referring to the hereditary gene that cuases sneezing due to the exposure of the eye to bright light. This condition affects 18-35% of the population. Overstimulation of the nerve by light causes a trigger in the trigeminal nerve (aka, the fifth nerve, incharge of sensory information to the face)

picture of the trigemenial nerves, it's broken up into 3 quadrants, the mouth, nasal and optical. Sneeze is most likely a reaction due to the overstimulation - so it tricks the brain to sneeze!

The fifth nerve (trigemenial) is primarily a sensory nerve, but it also has certain motor functions (biting, chewing, and swallowing). Anyways - this nerve is is part of the cranial nerves - a set of nerves in charge of various genetic functions; optical, face, voice etc. So bright light hits your eyes (optical sensory gene), triggers due to overstimulation (sudden bright light, flickering light too perhaps?) which then causes you to sneeze. It's quite an interesting phenomenon and probably very useful for people with many allergies - or 1 or 2 main allergies (rag weed, cats, dogs etc.)

The various different caranial nerves; the 5th cranial nerve triggers the trigemenial nerve that is all due to the optic nerve overstimulated by light

I find it very advantageous, sometimes I am about to sneeze and and I lose it right before I am about to have it - it's very fustrating because that sneeze would've cleared your sinus of the bothering allergy or cold. However, if I am near a light source I will quickly look into it, sun, light etc. to get the extra insentive to sneeze. It has saved me on many occasions and I am thankful for this wonderful gene.

Paradise Falls - WIP(workinprogress) pt.1 / act 2

2010-11-01T06:23:00.000-07:00

alice used to say "fear, fear is the mind killer. if you can overcome your fear, you can overcome anything". oh, how much that echoes in my head, everyday. a dozen times at least. fear of the unknown. i never understood how some people were never plagued by this fear. what made them different? alice was like this... thats why i loved her so much, she was - in a lot of ways, my perfect opposite. she was always more brave and confident than i was... even when i reminisce about that night when we decided to have max, her soft skin, warm touch, she truly was radiant. her smell still lingered on my sweater, the smell of dafadils. how much i would love to smell that now, her hair, just smell her hair.... it reminds me of the mornings we would lay together in the chaise lounge, with a little blanket watching the sunrise, with her soft toes against my feet. she always wore red nail polish, what i wouldnt give to have her here now. my love for alice, and for max brought me here.

and now standing in the hallway of st. jerome elementary school, in pitch darkness, it crept upon me, not fear of the unknown... but the fear of failing alice... so i took a deep breath... repeated in my head "fear is the mind killer.... fear is the mind killer". I was ready.

Wednesday Word Arithmetic (episode 1)

2010-10-27T08:32:00.000-07:00

laughter is a great word, something we all need in our lives... but if you take a letter - specifically "S" and add it to laughter. You change the whole meaning of the word. S+laughter=slaughter

Paradise Falls - WIP(workinprogress) pt.1 / act 1

2010-10-26T08:35:00.001-07:00

I jerked the wheel suddenly as I woke up, I keep dosing off asleep... I have to pull over soon, the digital clock on the dashboard says 4:50am. I've been driving, well, somehwere between 10-12 hours. I'm seeing things on the road - I can barely keep my eyes open. I glance quickly around for my coffee thermis - it's empty... but I can't stop, I only know that I have to save her, she needs me, now more than ever. I just remember that nasty argument we had before she left. I know she didn't mean those things, and neither did I. She was the only woman I loved and the only woman I know I could love, I just want to hold her... this time I won't let her go.

There it was, Paradise Falls, 3 miles ahead. I'm almost there. At least now I'll finally see my wife, I cant wait to hold her.

On the exit ramp there was an old station wagon on the side of the road with its door open and interior lights on... I didn't think much of it, it appeared to be empty. Maybe it was the fear for my wife, or maybe the oddness about it, I just didnt stop. I knew I couldn't. Alice needs me.

I drove and stopped a the gas station right off the main street that leads to town right off the exit ramp. The lights were on and I saw a young clerk, maybe in his 20s working, I parked my car, filled the tank up and went inside to get directions.

"Hey, do you know where I can find St. Jerome's Elementary School?", I abruptly asked with the door still closing. The clerk, seemed agasped by the question, his eyes narrowed on mine, I felt a chill- "there is no school of that name anymore, it.... it's abandon, been like that for years".

I wasn't sure if what he said was a joke. I replied "where is it?" at least this way I can make my own opinion. He hesitate for a second glaring at me, I felt uneasy by it. He clearly had a lazy eye which made me unsure where to look... I looked around to make sure it was just him and me in the store... and then as if the pause never existed he wrote the directions down on a piece of paper and I left. I felt him stare at my back as I left for the door, I kept thinking to myself 'this guy is creeppy!'. As I was about to leave, he said "WAIT". I turned around slowly - I wasnt sure what he was going to say next, I had this premonition that I would turn around and he would be pointing a gun at me, some typical convenience store late night weapon, a shot gun? a revolver? hell even a machete? - but he just calmly said "are you going to pay for your gas?". I sighed, "oh of course" and I paid and left.

According to his directions, I would have to drive west all the way across town. just my luck.

While following his chicken scratch directions and thinking of how we ended up like this, it made it all more confusing, Alice took the teaching position here because it was prestigious, and would enable her to make more money for max and his illnes. I told her not to go, and that I would find a job or two and make more money... anything to keep alice home with max and I... anything to keep us together as a family.

I barely noticed that there were no cars on the road, the roadside buildings and houses, seemed to be vacated - empty, void of humans animals or even the morning birds. The place seemed.... deserted.

I was now about 10 minutes away from town, I havent seen a car or building in the last couple miles - and there it was, the street that would lead me to the school. The winding road up a small hill, it's position on the hilltop reminded me of some medieval castle that has the best view of the land.... the road leading up to it was all cracked with weeds and grass growing thickly out of it. Shrubs and trees pretty much encompassing the entire sidewalk that followed it. The trees appeared to be stretching it's limbs to reach the opposite side of the road, almost to nullify the roads existence.

I pulled up to the school, it was exactly where the clerk said. 3 stories tall and clearly vacant. Walking up the main entrance steps, which looked in good condition unlike the building itself that looked very weathered - almost old, covered in green vines. The front door was quite nice actually, huge double oak doors with a small window on either door. the doors were padlocked together with a huge chain. I looked in one of the door windows but I couldnt see anything, the windows were covered in up from the inside.

I knew I had to find a way in, and I would need light in order to find an entranace... so I went to my emergency kit in my car, I started to feel the slight warmth of the sun approaching... I needed to find Alice as quickly as possible, even if that meant breaking in. I walked around the side of the building to see if any of the boarded windows were visible... they appeared to be solid.

Pacing the side of the building looking for a way in, I recalled Alice's last phone call in my head, the echoing of her voice "You have to come get me Jack.... I'm at St. Jereome Elementary School in Paradise Falls, it's important I need you qui...." Silence. I dont know why I didnt call the cops, i just knew i had to go to her. If what i would learn i knew now... i wouldve called in the army.

One of the boarded windows it looked like the nail wasnt properly all the way through, I was able to lodge the flaslight between the wood and the brick and use it as a crow bar and pull the wood plank off, with 3 thrusts the nails popped right out and the plywood window cover fell right to the floor.

I opened the window and climbed in, the smell was immediately damp and musky, like the smell of wet books and clothing... but I couldnt see any water... just paint chips that would crackle and turn to dust upon stepping on them, they fell from the ceiling that was full of water damage and wrecked... the ceiling lights were hanging ajar by their wires, the chalkboards half on the wall half of on the ground, the teachers desk with scratches almost like human nails digging into it, charred books, dusty books - almost like the school was 100 years old. The desks were surprisingly all lined up properly, facing the front of the class. it was quite dark in here, the only natural light was from the window and my flashlight.

Exploring the room I noticed dusty books, mathematics, science, shakespeare - but one thing caught my eye. A gas mask, it looked like a world war 2 mask. Something out of a science fiction novel. I walked to the classroom door to exit into the hallway, and i noticed on the cracked bristol board, it read:
----------------------------------
BERT the TURTLE
says
DUCK and COVER
*Star of the official US Civil Defense Film "Duck and Cover"

- Federal Civil Defense Administration
-----------------------------------

I didn't know what to think, I didnt care.

I opened the door into the hallway and ventured into the darkness with my flaslight...

Happy Monday Randoms

2010-10-25T07:35:00.001-07:00

With Bamboo hardwood.

Just TruFloor

yep, true story.

Great Bike SHOP, CHECK EM!!!

Good Morning

2010-10-25T06:49:00.000-07:00

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.” -Theodore Roosevelt (26th American President)

My friend Daniel has a beautiul house near High Park; (Dundas and Annette area). A huge old Victorian style home; crown moulding, dark cherry oak floors, popcorn style ceilings - 10 ft high, antique stained glass interior doors, wood fireplace, oak staircase, large living room bay windows, large lot, backs off into a ravine, 2 stories and a larger basement with 8" ceilings. Hardwood upstairs and downstairs, fantastic, caring neighbours.... Anyways, the only thing lacking was the basement, traditionally in old homes, basements weren't used for a place of entertaining, but a place where you would have the oil furnance, radiator pipes, storage, asbestos ceilings, walls, cement, and dark damp atmosphere.

Anyways, Daniel decided that although the house was large and beautiful, his single income would not suffice in taking care of the whole property - at least from a money generating standpoint, and the space is just too much! (ps. the house is all paid for!). So he decided that he would rent out the top and main floor out while living in the large basement, bachelor style!

So, some friends (+his pops) helped him out to start turning the basement into a livable area...

This is a video of the preliminary work we did on the house, daniel gives a slight narrative on it also... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iEJNQUSbHB8

Anyways, I just wanted to share you teh work that was given to me.

A trench, using a bausch drill - which is a baby jack hammer. Took me several hours, mad blisters and a busted lower back.... concrete was around 4" thick - with sand underneath. This trench is used to run a pipe from the house to the new bathtub drain location.

Sorry for the blurry picture, damn iPhones are terrible for this...
Anyways this is the drain location... ironically we learned that we couldve tied into the pipe later on - ugh. fusturating.

Me. Working. Hard.

I've been renovating homes for awhile, almost a decade (I'm only 24). With my parents, so I have all the tools, ahd the equipment... well, I should've known better. This is the (half)shovel that I was using to dig out the trench, thanks back. xoxo.

Bausch Drill

You don't want to see the otehr tools that we salvaged to use, but it's done.
Tired, next week - if he needs help again. I will make sure to bring my own tools.
But even still, I learned something today...

Argument from ignorance

2010-10-21T06:09:00.000-07:00

Ever get into an argument with a friend, who is known to argue shit they just have no idea what they are talking about. I hate that more than anyhting else.
So I thank PH.d Neil Tyson Degrasse for having the same feelings.
My day just got brighter.

Guinness For Strength

2010-10-21T06:07:00.000-07:00

Cumulation of ads that I found that guinness should reuse now. This might be from the 60s? Not sure though. At all. Or just wait for hipsters to rebrand it.

I always loved weird, crazy people...

2010-10-20T12:33:00.000-07:00

why? simple... their different.

WOW. Now... I've seen it all.

2010-10-18T07:42:00.001-07:00

THings I love and Hate.

2010-10-14T05:20:00.001-07:00

BUBBLE GUM

THE ENTERPRISE

CHAMPS LEAGUE.. (dont ask if you dont know)

Things I hate:

NASCAR

RAT RACES

BUTTS

HAPPY THURSDAY.

2010-10-14T05:15:00.000-07:00

Whenever I tell people I made X amount of money online last night, or the past week and they say! "Oh wow thats great! your good". I say, not really. If you do the calculation of what my salary = per hour based on a 35 hour work week then factor in some value for my personal time, then calculate my winnings per a session of poker divided by the hours I play. I'm making minimum wage on online poker. But, who said poker was supposed to be fun? Oh yeah the fishes who paid me $200.

We Are Nothing But Meat

2010-10-07T06:36:00.000-07:00

If you know me, then you know I cycle everywhere. I bike everyday from home to my work and home again.... totalling about 24km... I've biked regularly since April, so calculating that at 6 months (April to September) at 4 weeks a month; and lets hypothetically suggest I didnt bike once a week so only 4 days a week. That's 96 days I biked; totalling over 2300km so far.

I've recently got a helmet... due to the progressive severity of my accidents since I got my bike early last year. I've had a maybe 5-6 accidents... 2 close calls. I've received 2 tickets; I've been almost hit by negligent cars/cabbies and other cyclistsat least 80+ times. I think 3/4 of those have been because the driver was either on the cell phone or failed to check blind spot and or use signal.

I don't believe it's a war on the roads between cyclists and cars. Because I have been around many good drivers that give cyclists ample space, signal way in advance and are patient. I've been around many cyclists that obey the law, traffic lights and other motor vehicles on the road.

This morning I was riding in, around Davenport & Bathurst area. When I was stopped at a red light, behing a mother with a seat for her 2-3 year old daughter at the back. I noticed a small black sticker on the back of the child seat - it read "We are all meat". And that's the truth.

We can be aggressive cyclists, drivers, pedestrians - but in the end we are all just meat, fragile - and we should take the time to take it easy and not rush like some sort of rat race, trying to run each other off the road.

That sticker resonated with me as the mother clearly knew that very well, especially with her daughter on the back she knew that time had no influence on her daughters safety. Let's all take it easy.

“Lupe’s Dogs” directed by Terry Richardson

2010-10-05T13:50:00.001-07:00

Simply just wow. watch for yourself.

Lupe's Dogs from Terry Richardson on Vimeo.

Happy Monday

2010-10-04T12:59:00.000-07:00

Centralia USA before Coal mine caught fire under the city:

Remember, Remember the 5th of November...

This is for you sweety...

Eat Up Boys:

Sick street art from Philly:

NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH

2010-10-04T07:40:00.000-07:00

[In front of the Supreme Court] In 1972 in Branzburg v. Hayes this Court ruled against the right of reporters to withhold the names of their sources before a grand jury, and it gave the power to the Government to imprison those reporters who did. It was a 5-4 decision, close. In his descent in Branzburg, Justice Stewart said, 'As the years pass, power of Government becomes more and more pervasive. Those in power,' he said, 'whatever their politics, want only to perpetuate it, and the people are the victims.' Well, the years have passed, and that power is pervasive. Mrs. Armstrong could have buckled to the demands of the Government-she could've abandoned her promise of confidentiality. She could've simply gone home to her family. But to do so, would mean that no source would ever speak to her again, and no source would ever speak to her newspaper again. And then tomorrow when we lock up journalists from other newspapers we'll make those publications irrelevant as well, and thus we'll make the First Amendment irrelevant. And then how will we know if a President has covered up crimes or if an army officer has condoned torture? We as a nation will no longer be able to hold those in power accountable to those whom they have power over-and what then is the nature of Government when it has no fear of accountability? We should shutter at the thought. Imprisoning journalists-that's for other countries, that's for countries who fear their citizens, not countries that cherish and protect them. Some time ago, I began to feel the personal, human pressure on Rachel Armstrong and I told her that I was there to represent her and not her principle. And it was not until I met her that I realized that with great people there's no difference between principle and the person.

NASA

2010-09-30T07:14:00.000-07:00

It's been awhile since I've written anything about NASA.
Did you know that in 1966 the height of NASA, it employed about 40,000 NASA employees (that's a lot of bachelor's degrees) and about 375,000 industrial, contractural and university folk for the Apollo project. That's quite astounding, definitely a win-win for all. Universities are getting money to gain better international minds, create additional infrastructure and to update and purchase necessary upgrades. Lets remember that, whenever the government ("we the people") require some technological advantage we approach NASA and univerities, dump tons of money and get the brightest minds to create what is required...(I'm not American, but I have to think like an American for this).

If the government did the same kind of expenditure in 1966 again for cancer research, it would probably be cured in a week. Regardless.

I have always been a proponent of NASA and the necessity of it. Besides the obvious space travel fantasies, the research at NASA includes; biological tests, physics tests, astronomical surveying. One of the greatest feats that has happened in the past 50 years is the Satellite. There are thousands of satellites in space, helping connect calls, direct planes, agriculture, you name it we use it. This technology has enhanced our capabilities... It has created more jobs, it has opened more doors.
Yet, NASA has a struggling budget that leaves little room for R&D and lets face it exploration. Now if NASA is an agency that is supposed to be at the forefront of exploration - it's failing. But if you want to compare it to anything else in the world it's way ahead. I guess the best solution is to wait until the Chinese unveil their massive space platforms in 12 provinces that guarantees moon takeover in 2.5 years. Then we will see a resurgence in federal funding to NASA.

It's unfortunate, but probably true for the most part. So until then kids will be saying that they want to be brad pitt, paris hilton, or whatever other meaningless profession. But at least there are probably 12 more kids this year saying they want to be the president then in the past 8 years.... But who knows.

To China!

Oh, and a last note - below is the grants NASA spends across the country to create jobs and income... Something tells me this is politically motivated, and not all the resources are being probably used... I wish we could create agencies that can be free of political motivation and tools.

you've been warned

2010-09-22T07:27:00.000-07:00

Monocle Magazine (80th post) ^^;

2010-09-15T08:43:00.001-07:00

Design, business, global affairs and culture. In no particular order.... Monocle Magazine. Fairly expensive too - probably because it's a premium UK magazine, at 72 pounds a year, (that better include an issue a day)... its pretty steeep. Well, I wont subscribe to this, but buy it from the few select joints around Toronto that sell it.... check it out...

Banksy pt 2

2010-09-15T08:15:00.000-07:00

The thing I hate the most about advertising is that it attracts all the bright, creative and ambitious young people, leaving us mainly with the slow and self-obsessed to become our artists. Modern art is a disaster area. Never in the field of human history has so much been used by so many to say so little.
-Banksy

I'M AS MAD AS HELL AND I'M NOT GONNA TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2010-09-14T07:44:00.000-07:00

“I don’t have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It’s a depression. Everybody’s out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel’s work, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there’s nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there’s no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV’s while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that’s the way it’s supposed to be. We know things are bad – worse than bad. They’re crazy. It’s like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don’t go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, ‘Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won’t say anything. Just leave us alone.’ Well, I’m not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don’t want you to protest. I don’t want you to riot – I don’t want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn’t know what to tell you to write. I don’t know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you’ve got to get mad. You’ve got to say, ‘I’m a HUMAN BEING, Goddamnit! My life has VALUE!’ So I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell, ‘I’M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!’ I want you to get up right now, sit up, go to your windows, open them and stick your head out and yell – ‘I’m as mad as hell and I’m not going to take this anymore!’ Things have got to change. But first, you’ve gotta get mad!… You’ve got to say, ‘I’m as mad as hell, and I’m not going to take this anymore!’ Then we’ll figure out what to do about the depression and the inflation and the oil crisis. But first get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head out, and yell, and say it: ‘I’M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!’

- Peter Finch as Howard Beale in Network (1976)

Say it.

new fall gear is here... yahoo

2010-09-13T05:52:00.000-07:00

nice fall jacket, warm with nice pocket buttons and roome nough for an under hoody

nice obey heather blue sweater, perfect for warm afternoons or under a jacket for cooler mornings and evenings

obey gloves - with grip for the bike rides

The Human Centipede

2010-09-10T07:50:00.000-07:00

I just watched this...

I recommend watching this, however, if you are the of the weak stomach - perhaps this wont be for you. I almost barfed at one point... but besides that - i definitely laughed a lot after this.... but I must share a came at newgrounds based on the game.... (screenshot below)... link here: http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/537029

Concepts x Clarks Weaver Boot

2010-08-30T07:22:00.000-07:00

A friend of mine just send this to me - and i couldn't help but just say.
WOW. These are utterly fantastic..... I got to cop me some of these asap!

Clarks for Concepts | Fall Weaver Boot Collaboration from The Buther's Block on Vimeo.

AFI: Pierce Brosnan salutes Sean Connery

2010-08-26T09:14:00.000-07:00

I watched several of these last night, I saw Leonardo DiCaprio salutre Robert De Niro, and that was touching. But then I saw this, and this was well spoken with lots of class. I never would've said Pierce would be the #1 James Bond, only because i never liked the touch the series had on it all - bond as invinsible and untouchable and really demi-god like. But I have to admit, he did have a strong stage presence that was quite entertaining and captivating... but I really believe if Pierce was able to restart the franchise with the same style as they did for Casino Royale - the more darker "bourne identity" like style, of a frail Mi6 agent. I think that would fly really well and be a massive blockbuster.....

But in the meantime, what a great tribute to a legend of a man

iPhone4 vs HTC Evo

2010-08-19T06:11:00.001-07:00

Best Fucking Video I have ever seen.

BBC weatherman sorry for one-fingered salute

2010-08-19T06:04:00.000-07:00

LONDON—A British weather presenter says he’s sorry after he was caught making an offensive gesture to a colleague on a live BBC broadcast.

Tomasz Schafernaker was seen raising his middle finger at news reader Simon McCoy, who had joked that weather reports were sometimes less than accurate.

The BBC said in a statement Wednesday that it apologized for the incident, broadcast on Tuesday morning on the BBC News Channel.

On his personal blog, Schafernaker says he had believed he was off-camera when he made the offending signal.

He says he was “sorry for any offence that might have been caused.”

Schafernaker, a meteorologist born in Poland, has presented national weather reports for the BBC since 2006.

But what I see, is not a middle finger... but a man.
A man, that transforms.
A man that transforms into a mighty...

CORONAL MASS EJECTION - Aurora around earth

2010-08-04T07:26:00.000-07:00

TONIGHT~~~

Set your eyes.
Feast on the sky.
Tonight is the night.
Don't take fright.
Just stay and delight.

Recent scientific research has shown that the phenomenon of magnetic reconnection is responsible for CME and solar flares. Magnetic reconnection is the name given to the rearrangement of magnetic lines of force when two oppositely directed magnetic fields are brought together. This rearrangement is accompanied with a sudden release of energy stored in the original oppositely directed fields.

On the sun, magnetic reconnection may happen on solar arcades – a series of closely occurring loops of magnetic lines of force. These lines of force quickly reconnect into a low arcade of loops, leaving a helix of magnetic field unconnected to the rest of the arcade. The sudden release of energy in this reconnection causes the solar flare. The unconnected magnetic helical field and the material that it contains may violently expand outwards forming a CME.[1]

This also explains why CMEs and solar flares typically erupt from what are known as the active regions on the sun where magnetic fields are much stronger on average.

pandorum (2009)

2010-08-04T07:18:00.001-07:00

great sci-fi movie, one of my faves - most recent fave for sure..
somewhere between sunshine/event horizon and aliens (1986) ahahahhah

enjoy...

Trailer 1

Good Morning, and welcome to Pandorum

random things i hate. part 1

2010-08-04T07:08:00.000-07:00

Japanese Cartoon --- For Lupe

2010-07-27T07:23:00.000-07:00

lugubrious

2010-07-26T07:15:00.000-07:00

Worker bees can leave.
Even drones can fly away.
The Queen is their slave.

Hot days like today, I wish I was swimming all day...

2010-07-20T10:47:00.000-07:00

2nd highest dive ever recorded (first highest until 1980's) - only 5 feet higher

incase you like your water really cold

just cool

ENTOURAGE VS MIA

2010-07-13T07:16:00.001-07:00

WOW.

Guess these famous artists (scroll to bottom for answers)

2010-07-12T08:09:00.000-07:00

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A) Billie Holiday
B) Chet Baker
C) Bobby Mcferrin
D) Yo Yo Ma

ohh mmmmyyyyyy

2010-07-07T08:17:00.001-07:00

Compliments of BFF. Amazing.

Watch this first.

Watch this secondly... please.

Enjoy, happy Wednesday! :)

Erhu (Chinese Violin) .vs. Shamisen (Japanese Banjo)

2010-07-06T08:25:00.000-07:00

Well, I have two faviroute insturments in the world... I know, you're probably asking, why cant this guy just like a trumpet, or cello, hell! even the freaking piano? Why does he have to try and be different and pick to obscure instruments?

Well. I know about all these instruments, I played the trombone for 3 years, I masted it and loved it... I played the piano for 2 years when I was a kid (dont remember anything from that)...never really turned me on like a good Erhu or a Shamisen..

So I ask; what do you like? The Shamisen or Erhu -- now they aren't really comparable, yes they are both string instruments, but unlike comparing the violin to cello, or cello to double bass... (google octo bass for laughs).
The comparables is like a violin versus a banjo/guitar?

ERHU Example...

SHAMISEN Example...

For another different style of Shamisen see "Yoshida Brothers" - a more modern look at how it's being utlized in Japan... (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ron17xFNBf0)

http://ms-mae.blogspot.com

2010-06-29T13:40:00.000-07:00

Unfinished business: How one man keeps his late wife’s memory alive
Meghan Baker pushed him to be better. Now her young widower tackles her life goals

Fabiola Carletti
Staff Reporter

On the outdoor patio of a Brooklyn pub, surrounded by bright red walls and stringed lights, Adam Warner was cornered by a stranger’s small talk. He was sharing a canary-yellow picnic table with two New Yorkers, and one was probing Adam with where-are-you-froms and what-do-you-dos.

Eventually, the 29-year-old Washington native revealed his unofficial occupation.

“My wife just died,” he said, “so, I’m trying to set up a volunteer project to do all the things she wanted to do.”

His wife was Meghan Baker, a small-town girl from a place called Petrolia, Ont., near Sarnia. She was 29, and she had published a list of nearly 30 things she wanted to accomplish on her well-read blog The Bee’s Knees. When she died in April, her husband told Meghan’s family, friends and roughly 1,200 readers that he was going to take on her goals.

“Don’t call this a bucket list,” he stressed. “These are things that Meghan wanted to do and was unable to.”

It is an ambitious list. Meghan wanted to live in at least five countries, learn another language, take a train across Canada, volunteer in India, read 12 books a year, run a marathon and earn a PhD — to name a few.

One dream she did realize: marrying Adam after a three-year relationship filled with life-altering change.

The two met in the summer of 2007 teaching English in South Korea. They returned to North America in the fall of 2008 after she was diagnosed with breast cancer. He moved to Detroit, the closest American city to her hometown of Petrolia, to be close as he waited for a Canadian visa.

That’s when Meghan started blogging, beginning with a post called “Diagnosis . . . not so good.” From the beginning, Adam was an important part of the experience she documented in pictures and prose.

“Nothing says ‘I love you’ like holding hands with someone that’s getting pumped full of toxic fluids,” Meghan joked while waiting for a hospital visit from Adam, “I couldn’t be happier that he will be here.”

As an online community developed around the details of life — as well as the illness that eventually spread through her breast to her hips, liver, lungs, lymph nodes, shoulder and brain — Meghan posted photos of her changing body and wrote frankly about both her vulnerability and determination.

“I know that I have what it takes to get through it, I’m not worried about that,” she wrote in December 2008. “However, sometimes it’s hard not to cry.”

But her last blog post, published in March 2010, features a portrait of strength. In it, she flexes her bicep and shows off the IV for antibiotics embedded in her hand, which she called her “wolverine claw.”

The day Meghan died, April 27, 2010, Adam logged on to Bee’s Knees and broke the news to her readers. Their reactions were heartfelt and plentiful.

Her loved ones still find it surprising that the small-town girl, who was once very private, had somehow ended up an Internet darling.

“I’m fully aware of how fantastic Meghan is and how captivating she was,” said Melanie Ditmars, Meghan’s best friend of 15 years. “And it’s so funny to me that complete strangers latch onto her story.”

But one of the most deeply affected is the young widower who has been “living harder” and working on Meghan’s list since that gut-wrenching day in April.

“It’s important to note that I’m not trying to check these things off like it’s a checklist or a game,” said Adam, who wants to focus more on the process than the finish, “I need to do these things to understand more of her, to know what she was after by setting these goals.”

In the two months since she died, Adam has lost 10 pounds training to run a half marathon, bought a ticket to take the train across Canada and set up a volunteer stint at the Merasi School for children in Rajasthan, India.

He has also started a fund, For the Love of Meghan, to help him complete the list as well as a Facebook page with more than a thousand fans.

“It’s such a mental train wreck of conflicting and completely opposite emotions that can’t exist without the other in all of this,” he said, “it’s impossible to sort it out or rationalize. You just go through it. Keep going. Experience all of it without understanding any of it.”

At the end of May, after writing about meeting the stranger in a Brooklyn pub, Adam wrote the following words:

“But please don’t let that horrible incident define us. It is absolutely not what defined Meghan. Her cancer was the least important part of her life. How she lived it is what’s important. Meghan dying is not what defines me. It is our life together that’s more important, it’s who she made me and how I am living now because of her influence.”

Meghan’s Life Goals

Meghan Baker was diagnosed with breast cancer in fall 2008. She blogged through her treatment in Toronto, which included a mastectomy, chemotherapy and radiation. On September 10, 2009, Meghan wrote a list of 30 things she wanted to accomplish in her life:

• To hold a PhD, I’m not too picky on what it is going to be in. The way I am going though, I think it’s bound to be nursing.

• To learn another language. I’ve got a head start on Korean and French, I just need to get motivated enough to do it.

• To master at least one of the following musical instruments: cornet, cello, piano or guitar.

• To live in at least five different countries. So far I’ve only got Canada and Korea. I’m assuming that I will have United States in the near future (preferably San Fran, D.C., Portland and Maine). I’m thinking somewhere in Europe and in South America?

• To run a half-marathon. I’ve a lot of training to do though, seeing as the 5 km I ran today was far from easy.

• Spend at least 100 hours volunteering. (Note: So far I’m up to 40h :-))

• Master the following: sewing, knitting & crocheting (Note: on my way with knitting/sewing, kinda sorta).

• Become part owner of a Bed & Breakfast (with Adam).

• Travel to 30 countries. I’m at 7 now.

• Read at least 12 books a year until I die (Textbooks not included).

• Complete The Weekend to End Breast Cancer 60 km walk in Toronto. Sept 11-12.

• Own a little cottage by a lake.

• Take the train across Canada.

• Go to an NHL game (don’t really care where, I just want to go). Completed March 6th in Ottawa.

• Make Peter take me (and friends) to a Blue Jays game . . . I don’t really have any interest in baseball, but I think it would be fun.

• Go to the Symphony. Completed Feb 20th in Toronto.

• Get married (hahaha, um . . . no pressure Adam). Completed March 28th in Petrolia.

• Go to Canada’s Wonderland with my friends/family.

• Take a road trip back to Maine.

• Go snowshoeing.

• Go ice-skating on the Rideau Canal.

• Get my darn tooth fixed.

S • Get some darn shiny nice new glasses.

• I’ve always wanted to go to Ireland with my father . . . it’s been a dream of mine since I was just a little girl. My father has been, and he loved it. I would love to share this with him while I still can. I don’t think I’m ready to let go of this dream yet.

• See the northern lights.

• Travel to India to volunteer in orphanages.

Source: ms-mae.blogspot.com

Il Corpo Delle Donne (The Body of Women)

2010-06-22T10:47:00.000-07:00

Recently in Italy there was a national survey by a polling company (SWG) that found 36 per cent of Italian girls under 18 are unhappy with the way they look, and 17 per cent are specifically unhappy with their breasts. Fourteen per cent of teenagers between 16 and 17 said they would consider plastic surgery, the survey found.

This is really an unfortunate phenomenon, this problem was also very prevalent in USA and Canada in the late 1990s and still is today. But now the new media giant is focussed on natural beauty for women, building self confidence.
I hope that this will be reversed soon, because we know and as we have seen this phenomenon transforms to other issues like anorexia, bellemia and other physical medical conditions that cause serious health effects with people...

Below is a documentary by an Italian businesswoman who recorded a 25 minute video of italian media clips showing how this phenommenon is possible (it is in Italian). It showcases the deep sexuality that woman are persuaded to reveal on television.

Part 1:

Part 2:

Part 3:

However, it is important to note that there has been some legeslative changes... like sourced here "Concerned about the growing number of girls getting breast implants, Italy’s health undersecretary, Francesca Martini, introduced a bill in February banning girls under 18 from getting breast surgery that has no medical basis. (Currently, minors can get breast enlargements with the consent of parents.)"

However "Some observers note that if Martini really wants to help girls have a healthier self-image, she should call on her boss, the Italian prime minister, to change the way women are portrayed on the several private and public television channels he controls."

So it appears there will be some long lobbying to change this, or possible the next federal election - but with the issues that Italy currently faces now; economically and socially. This might not be fixed for some time.

So enjoy.

ROBOX JOX

2010-06-22T06:55:00.000-07:00

This was and still is one of my faviroute movies growing up.
Large mechanized warriors - battle for world domination.

Great First Battle.

Great Second Battle

(I recommend watching the 9 parts on youtube, great movie).
PS. Based in the cold war era - so one of the many american propganda films agains USSR.

White v black
good v evil

Enjoy!

G20@YONGE. TMINUS 5 DAYS.

2010-06-21T13:18:00.000-07:00

PROTESTORS ON YONGE....... WALKING WEST....
TOWARDS COLLEGE???

BATTLE WITH PORTO FANS???? WAR.

This has been bugging me...

2010-06-15T10:36:00.000-07:00

Funny theory from friends @ funnyordie hahahah

2010-06-15T10:25:00.000-07:00

Things you wouldnt expect to find in your house...

2010-06-15T10:22:00.000-07:00

BUT YOU DO! :)

The Known Universe

2010-06-03T11:20:00.000-07:00

C'est Magnifique....

FUNNY or DIE

2010-05-31T07:50:00.001-07:00

Worst Wedding DJ Ever from Jerry O'Connell

BEST WEDDING DJ EVER. SIMPLY.