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Its hot enough here, damn.
Naked Motorcycling?
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Monthly Archives: August 2007
My Office
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A festive air surrounds me as the monitors glow!
Sigh, Iran is Less than 10 Years Away from 2016.
From a reputable online newspaper.
Guardian Reporter Detained; Handcuffed at LAX
When I read this article in the Guardian (thank god for the Internet) I was physically sick at how this person was treated by Homeland Security. Its amazing how we created such a useless agency from nothing, and we were fine before that. Sigh.
Environmental Website Done Right ™
Check out “We Are What We Do,” a clever take on environmentalism. Just click and say that you’ve done it. I can see this being somewhat addictive. What have YOU done lately? =)
Who Killed Bambi?
Awesome art at “Who Killed Bambi.” Click to be pleasantly surprised.
Have legs, will travel
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Seen at Conn and K Sts NW, downtown DC.
Face
Face
Submitted by Paul Crutcher
In the modern world, most of our meat is so far removed from the animal that we only rarely contemplate the connection. This comfortable detachment is impossible with face. And in China, where I am, people eat it. Rabbit face looks strikingly similar to those pictures of people in front of a powerful fan, cheeks flapping, eyes askew. It’s almost indistinguishable from duck or chicken face in that, once you’re past the “I am eating a face” part, the experience is much like the familiar inane fight with the gristly bits of meat on a leg bone. Fish face differs because it’s often served attached to the fish. You contemplate the face after a good-natured Chinese friend has deftly decapitated it and dropped it into your bowl. You’re told that it’s a delicacy, and famous in this or that region. Then you’re left fidgeting with your chopsticks for tiny speckles of fish meat, trying to talk your way out of consuming the eyes.
El Espinazo del diablo
Or, otherwise known as “The Devil’s Backbone.”
Or yet otherwise known as a rousing good tale from writer-director Guillermo del Toro (of Pan’s Labryinth fame). I watched it in one gasp, while coughing from a nasty chest cold. It is a refreshing ghost story, one well suited to a hot summer’s day. It is thankfully free from cliches — the screaming babe, the hand from behind, the joke scares, the ominous camera pans, and the pointy teeth.
Instead you are treated to a clean ghost story, in an isolated school for boys in World War I-era Spain. Rent it, and treat yourself to it if you haven’t seen it!
Sign Language Matchbooks?
Sign language matchbooks? Yes, indeed, and call it art!
From Adam.
