And why is he jumping like Mr. Snuffleupagus?
And why is he jumping like Mr. Snuffleupagus?
Oh, and just so you know: we have plenty of mayonnaise.
The fortunate souls familiar with the HBO series The Wire may recall Howard “Bunny” Colvin employing the rules of “Hamsterdam” – the fictional strategy Baltimore Police Department put into action to combat the violent, debilitating drug trade. Almost a reverse psychological experiment (which was much to the chagrin of many of the power elites in the city) it made certain neighborhoods “free zones”, where within those confines drugs were to be made legal.
Its namesake is an obvious ode to the Dutch city famous the world over for its liberal drug laws.
In the clip above, British journalist Johann Hari explains to Bill Maher why this revolutionary idea shouldn’t be constrained to premium cable and how a country in Europe cut its heroine epidemic in half after administering the theory nationwide.
These are Picasso’s words in the headline above. I stole them. Maybe that makes me a great artist? Not like I paint or sketch or sculpt. Or even make potions in a traveling show. But I do add things to this blog every once in a while (does anyone read it?) so there’s that.
Pablo Diego José Francisco de Paula Juan Nepomuceno María de los Remedios Cipriano de la Santísima Trinidad Ruiz y Picasso (his real full name) was indeed correct though. We all steal and mimic and copy and rhyme from someone or something else. We’re parrots, pretty much. Not humans. Parrots. Big, soft featherless birds bereft of flight and a vibrant coloring.
Why, even beloved Masshole/transcendentalist Ralph Emerson weighed in on the subject (once upon a time):
In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts; they come back to us with a certain alienated majesty.
Get “well”, slugger.
Woods needs 'magical guru' – Alliss http://t.co/s9L7AgdNqv
— BBC News (World) (@BBCWorld) February 13, 2015
Cheers. Tiger needs to stop listening to all these Americans and starting taking advice from someone with a brogue. If he doesn’t hop an elephant to Rishikesh in the next few weeks and relinquish his fragile mind to the baldest yogi on the ghat there is absolutely no hope in reviving his career.
Because she looks like this. That’s that.
Grew up a Knick fan. No longer a Knick fan. Haven’t been one for over 15 years. It’s largely due to the privileged 59-year-old infant Charles Oakley and Karl Malone are discussing in the clip above (and a tad due to Jason Kidd joining the New Jersey Nets).
The silver spoon can nourish. But that’s about it.
Jerry Tarkanian’s storied basketball coaching career got its start at some point during the 1950s, in stuffy California high school gymnasiums. He took up the habit of biting on wet towels during the games because he said he “needed the moisture”. Continue reading
Freud painted both of these. Not Sigmund – Lucien. The first one’s called “Benefits Supervisor Sleeping” and is a depiction of an actual person: “Big Sue” Tilley. Back in 2008, it sold for $33.8 million, which at the time was the record for a work by a then-living artist (he died in 2011 at age 88).
Like many painters, his personal life was anything but dull. It’s rumored that he fathered more than 40 children, although only 14 have been confirmed. He was married only twice, the second spouse being a Guinness beer heiress named Lady Caroline Blackwood. According to those closest to him, she was the only woman who ever broke his heart. This is quite clear when you see the portrait he painted of her (yes, the second picture above).**
**according to author Nancy Schoenberger, Blackwood was also the mermaid in poet Robert Lowell’s “The Dolphin” (he was clutching the Freud painting of her when he died in the back of a New York City taxi), sardonic, witty, an incredible drunk, and a notoriously Dangerous Muse.
New one from the former Fleet Fox-turned-smoky pastor Father John Misty. Ignore him when he talks. Listen when he sings.
Or, perhaps to put it more eloquently (and to cite Mr. Young once again): “love is a rose”.
— pourmecoffee (@pourmecoffee) January 22, 2015
This from London’s Daily Mail:
A man spotted catching the subway wearing a watermelon on his head has become an internet sensation after baffled Chinese commuters were left frightened by his presence.
The man can be regularly seen catching the Beijing subway wearing a hollowed out watermelon, complete with eye and mouth holes, lodged on his head.
Aside from the fruit on his head he dresses normally and has been pictured wearing jeans, a jacket and backpack.
The original source of this video (for me at least) had a commenter who stated that hippos kill more people than any other animal in Africa. In my quest to fact-check, I found this from the BBC:
The hippo can be extremely aggressive, and is responsible for more human fatalities in Africa than any other large animal.
So there you have it. According to numerous sources, they kill almost 3,000 humans a year, which is an astounding number when you consider lions only attack up to 700 people annually. Tigers? Only 50-60 deaths. Sharks? 4.3 fatalities (an average taken from 2001 to 2006).
This is Valentino. He designs dresses. He makes money. He wears handsome things. He has “impeccable style”. Or so he claims. Not that I deny any of this to be true, it’s just that I have a few questions: Does he possess poise? Balance? What happens when he’s on his fourth hot dog and accidentally drips spicy brown mustard on his expensive slacks?
After doing some research, I still couldn’t find out who made this. So, if you know, drop me a line. It’s cutesy nihilism. Which is the best kind of nihilism. Even Nietzsche agreed. And Bukowski. And Cormac McCarthy. Now here’s a Dostoyevsky quote that has little to do with any of this – from The Idiot:
“Lack of originality, everywhere, all over the world, from time immemorial, has always been considered the foremost quality and the recommendation of the active, efficient and practical man.”
A new day in Hollywood — really gross participation, killer pitch meetings, not much food in the commissary. pic.twitter.com/Bfhbm6EvRN
— Michael Moore (@MMFlint) December 21, 2014
Super excited for Sony's new film: Tractor Factory Worker Happiness.
— Maureen Johnson (@maureenjohnson) December 18, 2014
Pretty sure Don Henley predicted this in one of his soft ballads from the Eighties. Or perhaps it was foretold in a dollop of Russian words Dostoevsky wrote down in between vodkas.
Maybe have a round or two? It’s not snowing yet, so clearing your car off won’t make you late to tea. Or coffee. Depending on where you are. Then again, maybe I don’t know where you are and you’re somewhere where it’s snowing. Like let’s see …