You… and your Johnson
Remember those Big Johnson (insert sport here) t-shirts? I was around 12 and every single one of the lifeguards at Olympic had one of those shirts. Those were the days.
Swedish House Mafia feat. Pharrell- One (Your Name)
I’ve heard this song a few times and I didn’t know who it was or what it was called. Thank you, Google Reader!
Swedish House Mafia feat. Pharrell – One (Your Name)
Flight of the Bumblebee Guitar Stop-Motion Music… Thing
Another creative/cool/weird video from the internet? No way!
Thanks to Jon for the video!
Cannonball: Documentary on Abandoned Pool Skating in Fresno
Some of them are full of black water. Others have become graveyards for old lawn furniture and rodent carcasses. They are shaped like jelly beans and manufactured by companies named Sunny Side and Champagne. Once upon a time, Fresno was the California Dream. Own a car. Own a house. Own a pool. Everyone wanted it and the wonderful world of credit made it all possible. But now, with the foreclosure monster running wild, the dream is dry. Thousands of pools are festering in the hot Central Valley sun. For most people this is tragic. But for some, it’s an opportunity.
Skate or die! Thanks to Molly for the link!
Racist App
NEW DELHI — Skincare group Vaseline has introduced a skin-lightening application for Facebook in India, enabling users to make their skin whiter in their profile pictures.
The download is designed to promote Vaseline’s range of skin-lightening creams for men, a huge and fast-growing market driven by fashion and a cultural preference for fairer skin.
The widget promises to “transform your face on Facebook with Vaseline Men” in a campaign fronted by Bollywood actor Shahid Kapur, who is depicted with his face divided into dark and fair halves.
In 2005, Indian cosmetics giant Emani launched the first skin-whitening cream for men, called “Fair and Handsome”, 27 years after the first cream for women.
Since then a half dozen foreign brands have piled into the market for men, including Garnier, L’Oreal and Nivea, which promote the seemingly magical lightening qualities of their products in ubiquitous advertising.
In 2009, a poll of nearly 12,000 people by online dating site Shaadi.com, revealed that skin tone was considered the most important criteria when choosing a partner in three northern Indian states.
Shouts to Paul for the link! (pic unrelated and related at the same time)
Slow Jamz
This song came out in 2004… Throwback? Songs like this make me feel old.
Kanye killed that first verse!!!
Cleveland Loses A True Hometown Hero: RIP Harvey Pekar
Harvey Pekar, author of the comic book series American Splendor, died Monday at the age of 70. He had been battling cancer and severe depression for many years. His stories, many of which were illustrated by R. Crumb, detailed the grim, day-to-day lives of ordinary working people. The way he wrote about the mundane drew comparisons to such literary giants as Anton Chekov. R. Crumb said this about Mr. Pekar in 1994: “He’s the soul of Cleveland. He’s passionate and articulate. He’s grim. He’s Jewish. I appreciate the way he embraces all that darkness.”
Interpol: Lights and Barricade
Two brand new tracks from Interpol. I went to their show at Newport back in 2002 or 2003 and that’s honestly one of the last times I listened to them. Forgot how much I enjoyed their albums. Look for their new album to drop in the next few months.
Taking My Talents to South Beach – Part One
Despite swearing up and down that I would not tune in for ESPN’s one-hour “Decision” special, Thursday night I still somehow found myself huddled around the television awaiting what I felt was the obvious resolution of what had been one of the most over-hyped and narcissistic off-court spectacles in the history of sports: Lebron was staying with the Cavs. I figured that most of the show would be filled in with footage of James visiting his high school gym, one of the nine or ten hovels he lived in growing up in Akron, the locker room at Quicken Loans arena, etc. It’d be sentimental and trite, but it’d be a furthering of his image of the homegrown savior that he and his handlers have so skillfully crafted over the last seven years. However it played out, I was convinced that he was staying Cleveland. Because the idea that Lebron James and his coterie of hangers-on could possibly, in good conscience and with sound business sense, orchestrate an elaborate and painfully awkward nationally televised one-hour special only to announce that he would be leaving Cleveland was, I thought, unthinkable. It just seemed too cruel, too oblivious–not to mention, just too damn stupid. I realize that athletes and other celebrities are often deluded and self-absorbed, but this—teasing along your hometown fans for weeks and weeks, having them hang on every rumor, to then turn around broadcast the betrayal—just didn’t seem at all possible. So, I watched, though uncomfortably, confident that I already knew what would happen.
But then, after what seemed like an eternity of inane softball questions from whatever is left of Jim Gray’s credibility came the words: “I’m taking my talents to South Beach.” Stunned.
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