this beer can is transfixing
headline of the day
Mexican police arrest drug boss “El Brad Pitt”
What the Fuck Cricket Is
I played Cricket once when I was ten years-old and Giles Turnbull’s description is pretty much as I remember it:
Cricket, like photographic film, or Tara Reid, is light-sensitive. A game can be called off simply because it’s getting a tad gloomy. This, from a cold, rainy, overcast, gloomy nation like England seems incongruous. But cricket was invented for a reason. And that reason was sandwiches.
Flint Hill Special – Sleepy Man Banjo Blues
Brothers Jonny Mizzone age 8 on banjo, Robbie Mizzone age 12 on fiddle, and Tommy Mizzone age 13 on guitar:
sex with neanderthals
When the Neanderthal genome was published last year, it offered the first conclusive evidence that humans had swapped genes with our closest hominid cousins. This was seen as another possible way in which humans had driven Neanderthals to extinction — when we couldn’t out-compete them, we simply assimilated them into our bloodlines. But the question of whether we actually gained something tangible from sexual contact with Neanderthals went unanswered.
Until now, that is.
(via @tcarmody)
Marcella Riordan reads the Molly Bloom soliloquy
In honor of Bloomsday yesterday Tim Carmody pointed to this beautiful reading of the Molly Bloom soliloquy at the end of Joyce’s Ulysses.
Josh Rothman says:
In my opinion, the best audio recording of Molly’s soliloquy appears in the Naxos audiobook of the novel; it’s read perfectly by the Irish actress Marcella Riordan. As it happens, you can listen to the last few minutes of her performance on YouTube. Molly thinks about nature and God, recalls her childhood in Gibralter (she’s half Spanish), and relives the moment she accepted her husband’s proposal of marriage.
Dear Photograph
Dear Photograph is a tumblr that asks you to
take a picture of a picture from the past in the present.
(thanks, Teresa)
from the comments
As soon as I get this car flipped, people will know there’s a riot and come join me.
photo out of context
from the moderated comments
Every day is special for me bcz i think new event is occeard.
1935 Bugatti Type 57 Grand Raid Roadster
One of only ten Grand Raid Roadsters to be built, this was one of just two that featured custom coachwork – from its swoopy art deco panels and covered wheels to its rumble seat – by Switzerland’s Carrosserie Worblaufen. The car was completed just in time for the 1935 Concours d’Elegance at Montreux where it won first prize.
It’s going to auction in August. For a million plus (US), it can be yours.
Four-year-old in Target
Grammy, Christian kicked me in the peanuts.
headline of the day
2.5 Million British Men Too Fat To See Their Penis
Anthony Weiner resigns/gets heckled
I feel bad for laughing…
Roasting Coffee
Spoiler
The announcement is “Be sure to drink your Ovaltine”.
This week, on My Drunk Kitchen
image with all the context it needs
All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace
I’ve been wanting to watch Adam Curtis’s All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace, but fifteen minutes in I realized I completely disagree with his premise. To put it more bluntly, I think he’s wrong. Sometimes I can adapt that into my experience, and make it part of the narrative, like when I read an interview sometimes or a chunk of non-fiction, and think of it as a novel. So far, though, I haven’t been able to do that with All Watched Over. Am I wrong?
Update: Here’s Episode One on YouTube.
dear clusterflock
When was the last time you saw someone in a movie, before you knew who they were, and thought, this person will be a star?
the best, most offensive, political ad ever
If you want context.
where to survive the apocalypse
Property values in a small French village are skyrocketing due to a belief it is the only place that will survive the 2012 apocalypse.
Bugarach, with a population of just 200, has long been considered magical, partly due to what locals claim is an “upside-down mountain” where the top layers of rock are older than the lower ones.
The Internet is awash with myths about the place — that the mountain is surrounded by a magnetic force, that it is the site of a concealed alien base, or even that it contains an underground access to another world.
And now many have seized on it as the ultimate refuge with Doomsday rapidly approaching.
Sleeping in the forest like a mother fucker
quote out of context
I’ve found myself sharing the small wooden enclosure with three elderly East German ladies all of whom are blessed with ham-like thighs and the most impressively enormous pendulous breasts.
(via the browser)
The Flaming Lips play Hollywood Forever Cemetery
I just got back from seeing the Flaming Lips play at Hollywood Forever Cemetery. I didn’t have a ticket, but I went and patiently waited and eventually after the show started a sneaky security guard said he’d let me in for the face value of the tickets. I handed him the money and walked through the gate as everyone looked the other way. I felt like reporting him for malfeasance, and I felt terrible about it, but I also wanted to see the band play. Ah, ethics.
Because it was so late, everyone else was at the far side of the enormous cemetery, and I could hear the far off music and began to walk towards it among the towering mausoleums and tombs, graves and headstones. Psychedelic colors from the stage-show filtered through the fog and I started to feel a little panicky, walking quicker and quicker, but I thought to myself “Even if this is all I saw, it was worth the money.” (And then, if I’m being more honest, because it is a constant thought these days; “Aww, this’d be great in a movie.”) How often are you alone in a foggy graveyard with one of the most explosive and visually exhausting spectacles beckoning you on? Well, maybe you live a more exciting life than I do.
Large balloons filled with confetti and money exploded in the crowd, cannons with sparkling flecks of paper burst out, lasers and all manner of neon insanity occurred. They played the entirety of Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon, several Wizard of Oz songs, some other Flaming Lips hits like Vaseline and Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots, and finished the night up with Do You Realize? I wanted to cry as he sang:
Do you realize? That everyone you know someday will die?
And instead of saying all of your goodbyes,
let them know you realize that life goes fast,
it’s hard to make the good things last.
but then, I always want to cry when he sings that.
