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Feb

superseventies:

Skater girls photographed by David Scott, 1970s.

superseventies:

Skater girls photographed by David Scott, 1970s.

Historical Nonfiction: Double Agent

historical-nonfiction:

On Aug. 4, 1982, Mets center fielder Joel Youngblood had driven in two runs against Cubs pitcher Ferguson Jenkins in an afternoon game at Wrigley Field when he was traded in mid-game to the Montreal Expos (now the Washington Nationals).

He left the game and flew to Philadelphia in time to take up…

ruineshumaines:

Wildlife photographer Tom Leeson had a very scary face-to-face confrontation with a polar bear. The huge beast wandered up to his truck and placed its face on the passenger window while baring its teeth. The moment was captured on camera by the 60-year-old, who watched the scene in awe from the back seat of the pick-up truck. The encounter happened on Barter Island, in the Beaufort Sea off the north coast of Alaska.“The window didn’t seem thick enough and I thought that if the window broke my best bet would be to lie down behind the front seat or to grab my tripod and whack him on the nose with it,” said Leeson.Tom & Pat Leeson’s website

ruineshumaines:

Wildlife photographer Tom Leeson had a very scary face-to-face confrontation with a polar bear. The huge beast wandered up to his truck and placed its face on the passenger window while baring its teeth. The moment was captured on camera by the 60-year-old, who watched the scene in awe from the back seat of the pick-up truck. The encounter happened on Barter Island, in the Beaufort Sea off the north coast of Alaska.

“The window didn’t seem thick enough and I thought that if the window broke my best bet would be to lie down behind the front seat or to grab my tripod and whack him on the nose with it,” said Leeson.

Tom & Pat Leeson’s website

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Feb

beingblog:

“Oh flock of heavenly cranes, cover us with your wings.” ~From a traditional Japanese prayer, which Hiroshima victim Sadako Sasaki’s mother read to her daughter while the young girl was battling leukemia. Sadako’s dream was to create 1,000 origami cranes to be healed; she folded 644.
Photo by Frau Bob. (Follow “onbeing” on instagram)

beingblog:

“Oh flock of heavenly cranes, cover us with your wings.” ~From a traditional Japanese prayer, which Hiroshima victim Sadako Sasaki’s mother read to her daughter while the young girl was battling leukemia. Sadako’s dream was to create 1,000 origami cranes to be healed; she folded 644.

Photo by Frau Bob. (Follow “onbeing” on instagram)

Thank You Notes from Famous People

Wait, What?

historical-nonfiction:

Charlie Chaplin once lost a Charlie Chaplin lookalike contest. He didn’t even make the finals.

Afterward he told a reporter that he was “tempted to give lessons in the Chaplin walk, out of pity as well as in the desire to see the thing done correctly.”

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Feb

philphys:

“The difference between sex and death is that with death you can do it alone and no one is going to make fun of you.”
-Woody Allen

philphys:

“The difference between sex and death is that with death you can do it alone and no one is going to make fun of you.”

-Woody Allen

I think we ought to be personally responsible.
Bill Murray • Speaking during an interview on CNBC’s “Squawk Box.” The actor made clear that he believed we should all help ourselves and any others we can. Saying that many people forget America is a “pioneer country”, Murray stopped short of condemning the social safety net; however, he did say that “we’ve sort of gotten used to someone looking out for us”, though we apparently shouldn’t, because some people are simply  “compost for the whole planet.” The interview left many wondering, is Bill Murray a closet Libertarian? source (viafollow)
captain-sonic:

transimatter:

politics-war:


A Missouri teenager who admitted stabbing, strangling and slitting the throat of a young neighbor girl wrote in her journal on the night of the killing that it was an “ahmazing” and “pretty enjoyable” experience then headed off to church with a laugh.
“I just f——— killed someone. I strangled them and slit their throat and stabbed them now they’re dead. I don’t know how to feel atm. It was ahmazing. As soon as you get over the “ohmygawd I can’t do this” feeling, it’s pretty enjoyable. I’m kinda nervous and shaky though right now. Kay, I gotta go to church now…lol.”
A central Missouri teenager who confessed to strangling, cutting and stabbing a 9-year-old girl because she wanted to know how it felt to kill someone was sentenced Feb 8, 2012 to life in prison with the possibility of parole.


…how? what?
this doesn’t compute.

This is not real right?

captain-sonic:

transimatter:

politics-war:

A Missouri teenager who admitted stabbing, strangling and slitting the throat of a young neighbor girl wrote in her journal on the night of the killing that it was an “ahmazing” and “pretty enjoyable” experience then headed off to church with a laugh.

I just f——— killed someone. I strangled them and slit their throat and stabbed them now they’re dead. I don’t know how to feel atm. It was ahmazing. As soon as you get over the “ohmygawd I can’t do this” feeling, it’s pretty enjoyable. I’m kinda nervous and shaky though right now. Kay, I gotta go to church now…lol.

A central Missouri teenager who confessed to strangling, cutting and stabbing a 9-year-old girl because she wanted to know how it felt to kill someone was sentenced Feb 8, 2012 to life in prison with the possibility of parole.

…how? what?

this doesn’t compute.

This is not real right?

24

Feb

obitoftheday:

Obit of the Day: “Harmonica Man”

Oren Black began playing harmonica when he was five. He toured the world playing the instrument. And when he retired he became known to friends and neighbors as the “Harmonica Man.”

On April 22, 2011 Oren and his wife, Lois, were playing dominoes when a spectacular storm hit. The couple got down on the ground and waited for it to pass. When they sat up, the house was torn away. But for Mr. Black the greatest concern was the disappearance of a harmonica called “Little Lady.” He begged for the clean-up crew who arrived a few days later to search for the instrument. There was one obstacle: “Little Lady” is the size of a piece of Trident gum. A few weeks later, though, Mr. Black and “Little Lady” were reunited. To celebrate he played it - twice.

Mr. Black died at the age of 95. “Little Lady” and his other harmonicas were left in his will to his granddaughter.

Note: The Blacks were married nearly 72 years.

(Video of Mr. Black playing Little Lady is copyright of stltoday.com and was posted by them on YouTube.com)

vicemag:

Memories from the Last TourThere’s one time I drove. I left the house at midnight and drove all night and all day till 6 PM to Indiana to play a show, chewing Adderall the entire time. Chewing my teeth down to a nub there. Seth and Julie (Seth’s wife) are in the backseat asleep the entire time. One time I stood up to go to the bathroom, I couldn’t feel anything from my waist down.
Somehow I got 3.6 seconds to close my eyes before the show. I went through REM and then I got woken up. We’re onstage doing “Radio Hit” and there’s a break before it comes to the hardcore bit. During the hardcore part, I shut my eyes and fell asleep—and never dropped the beats.
Our guitar player Josh never showered, never shaved. He cut his foot, so he’s not wearing shoes. He looks like Frodo. We had this one show, Josh was like, “Something’s wrong with my guitar.” My eyes get wide and I reared back, retorting, “YOU HAVE NO STRINGS ON IT, ASSHOLE!” He’s slamming the pickup.
The last show AC played was in Cleveland at a place called Now That’s Class, an absolute dive with Mad Dog at the bar for $5. During one of the opening acts, I went to Pizza Hut before so…explosive diarrhea is coming on. I run to the bathroom, which ends up being the women’s bathroom. Too late. So I sit down, and it’s explosion city. Mountains of mayhem. So this woman walks in, and all of a sudden she’s like, “Is thaaat a maaan? I’m gonna kick yer ass!” So I say, “Well if you kick my ass we won’t be able to play.” She says “Oh my god yer in Anal Cunt! Oh I wanna fuck you…blah blah blah. Let me come in there and give you a blow job.”
I’m like, “Don’t touch me while I’m in the bathroom. No.” That was just weird. I get out of the bathroom and she’s trying to hump me, ugh. Later on in the club she’s all “Seth! I wanna meet Seth!” which I mean, everyone wants to meet Seth. She gets up to see him and Seth’s all, “Hey you wanna give me a blow job?” and she says, “Maybe later.” So we start playing and the show is just chaos. Packed house. We’re playing for like an hour. During the set the girl was onstage and Seth goes up to her and says, “You can gimme that blow job now.” It was only like ten seconds but the crowd went nuts. That was the last show we ever played.
We get a hotel room and Josh disappears. Seth and Julie are asleep. Then there’s a knock at the door. “It’s me, Josh,” the voice behind it says. It’s like three hours later; I’d been asleep. Seth opens the door and Josh is like, “Somebody gimme 60 dollars.”
“Why? “
“I can score some crack from the hooker out in the hallway.”
Somehow I gave it to him. I don’t know why. And that was a night with Anal Cunt. Those were tour nights.
More Anal Cunt stories

vicemag:

Memories from the Last Tour
There’s one time I drove. I left the house at midnight and drove all night and all day till 6 PM to Indiana to play a show, chewing Adderall the entire time. Chewing my teeth down to a nub there. Seth and Julie (Seth’s wife) are in the backseat asleep the entire time. One time I stood up to go to the bathroom, I couldn’t feel anything from my waist down.

Somehow I got 3.6 seconds to close my eyes before the show. I went through REM and then I got woken up. We’re onstage doing “Radio Hit” and there’s a break before it comes to the hardcore bit. During the hardcore part, I shut my eyes and fell asleep—and never dropped the beats.

Our guitar player Josh never showered, never shaved. He cut his foot, so he’s not wearing shoes. He looks like Frodo. We had this one show, Josh was like, “Something’s wrong with my guitar.” My eyes get wide and I reared back, retorting, “YOU HAVE NO STRINGS ON IT, ASSHOLE!” He’s slamming the pickup.

The last show AC played was in Cleveland at a place called Now That’s Class, an absolute dive with Mad Dog at the bar for $5. During one of the opening acts, I went to Pizza Hut before so…explosive diarrhea is coming on. I run to the bathroom, which ends up being the women’s bathroom. Too late. So I sit down, and it’s explosion city. Mountains of mayhem. So this woman walks in, and all of a sudden she’s like, “Is thaaat a maaan? I’m gonna kick yer ass!” So I say, “Well if you kick my ass we won’t be able to play.” She says “Oh my god yer in Anal Cunt! Oh I wanna fuck you…blah blah blah. Let me come in there and give you a blow job.”

I’m like, “Don’t touch me while I’m in the bathroom. No.” That was just weird. I get out of the bathroom and she’s trying to hump me, ugh. Later on in the club she’s all “Seth! I wanna meet Seth!” which I mean, everyone wants to meet Seth. She gets up to see him and Seth’s all, “Hey you wanna give me a blow job?” and she says, “Maybe later.” So we start playing and the show is just chaos. Packed house. We’re playing for like an hour. During the set the girl was onstage and Seth goes up to her and says, “You can gimme that blow job now.” It was only like ten seconds but the crowd went nuts. That was the last show we ever played.

We get a hotel room and Josh disappears. Seth and Julie are asleep. Then there’s a knock at the door. “It’s me, Josh,” the voice behind it says. It’s like three hours later; I’d been asleep. Seth opens the door and Josh is like, “Somebody gimme 60 dollars.”

“Why? “

“I can score some crack from the hooker out in the hallway.”

Somehow I gave it to him. I don’t know why. And that was a night with Anal Cunt. Those were tour nights.

23

Feb

nationalpost:

Tazer Ball: The most shocking extreme sport of the year
A Toronto team is ushering in the world’s newest ultimate sports league, but don’t expect to see a home game anytime soon: One of the pieces of equipment used, a 300,000 volt electroshock gun, is considered a weapon in Canada.

“It’s not technically a police grade Taser,” said Eric Prum, 25, one of the founders of Ultimate Tazer Ball. “That being said, the first thing the [players] will tell you is that they hate getting tased. Those things really do hurt.”

The Toronto Terror is one of four teams in the newly minted Ultimate Tazer Ball league. The game puts two teams of four players on a field about the size of a hockey rink. Players have to get a large ball into a net while avoiding their opponents, all of whom are armed with the device.

“The reason it’s really cool in game play is because it causes your muscles to spasm, therefore you’re going to drop the ball, you’re going to trip, you’re going to fall over. And it’s fun,” said Mr. Prum. “There’s no risk of a heart attack or someone’s brain exploding.”

BLOGGING via TYPEWRITER.: Life For A 21-Year-Old In Homs, Syria

newsweek:

This is happening:

Maras, 21, awoke yesterday morning at 6:00 a.m. to the sound of bombs falling on his neighborhood.

In his world, the Bab Amro neighborhood of Homs in central Syria, this was not the part of his day that shocked him most. This was how it had been for the…

flavorpill:

“Punk In Africa,” a documentary on the history of punk music in South Africa, is debuting in Europe right now. On their site they have a great mixtape of bands featured int he film.