"It was late one night, a few years ago, when a young man was walking through Union Square Park. He suddenly felt someone behind him, their hands over his eyes. When he turned in surprise, there was Bill Murray, his creased face leaning in close. Bill whispered, "No one is ever going to believe you," and then just walked away."
From here.
Seriously, what a cool dude. Add him to the wall of bros.
Dip carries serious social stigma. It’s the disgusting terrible step-child to cigarettes, and it’s rednecks mostly who enjoy it.
I never even considered trying it until Tom offered me some nicotine gum.
“Hey man, you wanna get fucked up on nicotine?”
The way the gum works is you chew it for 10 seconds, and then keep it nestled between your lip and gums. The nicotine gets into your bloodstream directly. This was after two large coffees, so I was tweaking pretty hard. The 2 mgs of nicotine did the trick.
I felt like I could do anything. I could write a 5-page paper in an hour. I could solve a NY Times crossword puzzle in 30 seconds. My brain and heart were operating at a breakneck pace.
Eventually, it wore off, and I needed more. Thankfully the corner store down the street was well-stocked with Skoal.
I opted for the Wintergreen, because I figured the mango-berry-tropical shit would just make me barf. It was shamefully stored behind and below all the cigarettes and cigars.
Dip kind of resembles coffee grounds in appearance, and the inside of a pillow in texture. It’s dark and soft. You take a “pinch” of the stuff with one hand, separate your lip from your gums with the other, and stuff it in.
One other friend once made the mistake of swallowing some, and barfed for a couple hours. Don’t swallow any of it.
The short term effects are fantastic. If you think cigarettes are great, try dip. You are full of hectic energy. You actually buzz a little.
Yeah, you could show me those fucked up photos of people missing jaws, and tell me stories of that guy in your town who is missing his tongue. It's not like I don't know these things. But fuck you, I'm young and I'm going to enjoy myself for a little.
hannah is too modest to post a link on the bro blog, so i thought i would do it for her:
http://shakeyoface.blogspot.com/
SHAKE YO FACE, a portland summer phenomenon, is the new hit craze. i am sure that carleton will catch on soon enough.
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/08/31/fashion/31vinyl.html?em
DURING his freshman year at Point Park University in Pittsburgh a couple years ago, James Acklin, now 20, felt lost among the social cliques on his new campus until he got to talking with a student who was in some of his classes. She seemed unusual, and it wasn’t just her look: thick-framed eyeglasses, bangs and vintage dresses. Then, one rainy day in February, the two skipped class and went to her apartment. As soon as she opened her door his instincts were confirmed: she had a turntable. So did he. They both spoke the language of vinyl.
Their bond was sealed as soon as she placed the stylus on an LP by the band Broken Social Scene, he said in an e-mail message. “There was this immediate mutual acknowledgment, like we both totally understood what we define ourselves by,” continued Mr. Acklin, who considers his turntable, a Technics model from the 1980s that belonged to an aunt, a prized possession. “It takes a special kind of person to appreciate pops and clicks and imperfections in their music.”
Time: Friday, August 29, approx. 7 PM
Location: West of 6th Ave, Manhattan
Springsteen drummer/Conan O'Brien bandleader Max Weinberg seen in Greenwich Village. Overheard saying the following:
Time: Saturday, August 23, approx. 1:30 AM
Location: 8th St and 5th Ave, Manhattan
Chris "Mr. Big" Noth spotted near Greenwich Village, alone and probably intoxicated. He walks like this:
biden's like the saturn of vp picks. you see it, and you're like, there's a solid, economic decision. it runs ok, it's unpretentious, it's AMERICAN.
there's a certain level of cognitive dissonance seeing OBAMA BIDEN signs, stickers, t-shirts, etc. i got so used to seeing the same signs everywhere for the last year and a half. now i'm like- who's this guy on all our stuff? what's the deal?
i actually didn't see his speech. i heard it was good. lots of attacking mccain on the right issues + introducing a biography = exactly what he had to do. i was in a coffee shop working in ann arbor, sitting right by the window while a socialist was literally on a soapbox, yelling at passers-by. i don't know what would have been more enjoyable- watching this crazy guy, or the next vp- but i didn't have headphones so the choice was sort of made for me.
anyway, that's the update ON THE GROUND.
So I went to the optometrist this morning.
The visit started out normal enough. Dr. Goodflesh (actual name) plucked me from the waiting room and ran me through the usual tests (One, or two? Okay, now, one, or two?), and asked me polite, superficial questions about my life.
Then he got out the eye-dilating drops and everything changed.
"The college students like this part," he said, as he turned out the lights and flipped on a small machine that sent hundreds of green points of life spinning tranquilly about the room. "Do you prefer the solar cloud, or deep space?"
I opted for deep space. Before leaving the room to pour me a cup of coffee, the good doctor hit play on a small stereo: Yanni. "Think deep thoughts," he said tranquilly "your eyes should be ready in a few minutes." I can say definitively that this was the best Yanni listening experience of my life.
As my eyes dilated, the points of light broadened, lost focus. It was as if I was moving ever closer to them, until I had left Earth behind, and was suddenly, beautifully alone, dancing with the stars (ha ha!).
Five minutes later, he came back to run more tests, and everything was back to normal. The lights switched on, the music off. He showed me what my cornea looked like and then introduced me to his optician. I ordered frames that look eerily similar to all the frames I've ever ordered, and then I left. How boring life suddenly seemed, having discovered what it is to be a Platonic Soul, soaring, all-knowing, across galaxies, accompanied by no less than the greatest pianist of the 20th century.
If I seem more introverted, more aloof than when you last saw me, be not surprised; I am dreaming of a better place.
It seems like the only group of people more self-referencing than my group of friends (I LUV U AAALLLLLL!) is the cast of the office.
http://freejennanow.com/
PS:: PAM/JENNA--went to my sister's high school. BOO YA!
Has everyone been Rick Rolled at some point in their lives?
http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=65I0HNvTDH4
ok I couldn't resist, I can't wait for this to come on at a Sayles dance
http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=hTdDahpe2Ag
The most recent "sponsored poll" on the facebook.
Do you like the country of Brazil?
__ Yes!! This is the heaven on earth!! I love it!!
__ Well, I have no feeling toward it whatsoever.
__ No, I stay from everything from the country
Do they know I read Leah's blog??? Was this written by a non-English speaker? Is facebook now "the man"?
Now that everybody's internships or whatever are winding down, here is a story to put your experience in perspective.
So I'm watching the US women's volleyball game this morning and the announcers said that one American player, Kim Glass, has tried out for ANTM 5 times.
I don't know how I feel. On one hand, I don't think she would be a good model, but it would be mighty entertaining to watch an Olympic athlete interact with the rest of the contestants. Btw, new cycle begins in 2 weeks.
Phish guitarist/frontman Trey Anastasio found at a Manhattan Mac Store, listening to a Mac Store employee tell him something about "festivals." Maaaaaaaan.
Location: 767 5th Ave.
Time: Approximately 4 PM, EST
**HONORABLE MENTIONS**
8/1/08: Sergio Cilli, of Current TV's Infomania, seen ahead of me in line at David Byrne's Playing The Building installation at 10 South Street, Manhattan. Not strictly a "sighting", because I spoke with him briefly. He is very nice and keenly grasps when a conversation has run its course.
8/3/08: Les Savy Fav frontman Tim Harrington spotted at McCarren Park Pool in Williamsburg, Brooklyn holding a naked infant.
This could easily be an Onion article.
MAN BUYS CHEVY WITH SMALL CHANGE
BBC News, 14 August 2008
An Ohio man with a hatred of paper money slapped down $8,000 in coins at a car dealership to buy a Chevrolet pick-up - then paid the rest by cheque.
James Jones, 70, produced 16 coffee cans full of coins to buy his new Chevrolet Silverado in Cincinnati and staff spent 90 minutes counting it.
But his coin hoard only covered half of the $16,000 (£8,500) price tag.
The man's son said the most amazing thing for him was his father deciding to replace his 1981 pick-up at all.
As far back as he could remember, Dennis Jones told the Cincinnati Enquirer, his father had always had coins.
“He gave me lunch money in coins and each time he ever gave me money it was in coins,” he recalled.
“I am amazed that we were able to talk him into buying a new truck, because he is pretty tight with his money.”
According to the paper, James Jones walked into the Jake Sweeney dealership, plunked down his cans and said: “I want that Chevy truck.”
"In my 19 years in this business I have never seen anything like this,” said Biff Arnold, finance manager for Jake Sweeney.
“I have seen many buyers come in with a lot of cash money, but never this much money in coins.”
Salesman David Crisswell said the coins included "dimes, quarters, half-dollars, silver and Susan B Anthony dollars".
The new owner of the Chevy says he does not trust banks or paper money.
“Paper money will burn, but it is hard to damage coins," the retired engineer pointed out.
"I bought four or five rolls of coins each month. I don't know how long it took me to save this amount, probably all my life.”
A) The only alcohol visible here is Colt 45 and Old Style
B) Scruffy as fuck beard
C) Wears thick glasses (but cares enough about them to take them off so they don't get all beer-y)
D) Bracelets on both hands
E) His backpack strap is a rope
F) Wearing a cheap ring
G) Post ironic gold necklace
H) Deep V
I) Deep V reveals tattoo
J) Having fun in front of a camera
Two bro-pleasing reads from Salon this morning. (Well, I hope so, at least; I'm inputting ad page counts for the next few hours, so I'll be reading these in slow chunks).
Salon's guide to cheap beer.
Something about PBR.
At around minute two or three of this video, you'll start to get bored, then you'll realize it's 8 minutes long. Fast forward to the end just to see how amazed this guy is. I knew he had it in him all along.
I just had my first vocal reaction to the Olympics (at least the games themselves, the opening doesn't count because anyone who didn't have good reactions to that must not have watched it). Youngs and her hot young partner (USA's 2nd women's beach volleyball team) just hit it out of bounds and I went "Oh!"
LET THE GAMES BEGIN! HOORAY!
Mom and Ellen deciding what they should order at the Peach Park
Dad and Ellen in front of Dexter Avenue Baptist Church, the only church where MLK was a pastor!
From our deck. One of those people out there is Ellen.
Am I sleeping? I'm such a blob!
Our kitchen. Ellen has a sour look on her face.This is the coolest thing I have ever seen. Ever. The pictures don't even come close to capturing how absolutely mesmerizing, huge, and precise this is. Is anyone else watching this?
Last night on Project Runway the contestants designed outfits for the the US Olympic team. Why? Because the Beijing Olympics start tomorrow at 8:08 on 8/8/08 (isn't that cute?). In commemoration of this 18 times in an average lifetime event, I present the official Bros Win Forever Olympic Preview in Fun List Form.
1) The main stadium will look this. Who says a communist regime can't be creative?
2) Here are your Olympic mascots. Upon first glance I thought that the Pokemon designers had gotten lazy, but then I remembered the games were in China.
3) A lot of people have been discussing the human rights problems in China, but what really concerns me is their weather control program. Come World War III, we are screwed. Missiles are futile against hurricanes. I think.
4) Fortunately to combat weather, we here in America have mastered time. NBC is planning to have 3600 hours of coverage, which according to my calculations is 8.8 hours of programming for every hour of the Olympics. China's attempts to send hurricanes at us will be futile when we send them 400 years into the past.
5) One of the US team's biggest stars is Michael Phelps. To celebrate his quadriannual celebrity status, he has grow a fu manchu mustache. U-S-A!
6) 2008 marks the last time that baseball and softball will be Olympic sports. In 2012, they will join past favorites such as tug of war, croquet, and motor boating.
7) Traditionally in the opening ceremony the delegations from every country march in alphabetical order, but not in Beijing. Tomorrow night, the teams will enter the stadium in order of character stroke count, meaning that Australia and Zambia will be the 203rd and 204th teams to enter.
8) The US Men's basketball team has been deemed the "Redeem Team", since they sucked in 2004. In 2000, though, Vince Carter jumped over some French guy.
9) My predictions for Men's K-1 1000m Flatwater Kayaking:
G: Eirik Veraas-Larsen, Norway
S: Tim Brabants, Great Britain
B: Adam van Koeverden, Canada
Tune in on 8/22 to see if I'm right.
10) As Americans, we're supposed to be concerned that China could possibly accumulate as many medals as us. I'm more concerned with Macedonia. With just one bronze medal in their entire Olympic history, I think it's safe to say that they're due.
Got the Olympic spirit yet? Eric Moussambani does.
8.9/10
Fuck those big red cardboard blox, this kid uses brix. :
He doesn't even give a care. Even when he's being held by satan. :
Other kid in the picture, 3.2/10. Way to young to be this strung out. The only reasons his score is as high as it is are due to his fingerless gloves and ho-beatin' cane. : 
From The Cobra Snake - good hipster jackin' material.
And I didn't realize until just now... but I think I want Baby Reviews to be a regular Brog feature.
I'm seeing Pineapple Express in an hour. Maybe I'll do a legit review of it. I can't wait to see how it is. If (read: when) I review it on here, it will have to be after a post by someone else. I can't have three posts in a row. So someone... do something.
Xoxo
PS: You guys. This song IS going to be our new anthem:
IS what you think this person said about his or style actually what he or she said about his or her style? Afterthought: We need a new pronoun for s/he. (From Just Glitter Lust)
1) The woman in a burlap sac
2) Girl I can imagine Jilling off to Disney porn.
3) This guy looks totally unique.
4) Swemo kid (Swedish emo, get it!?)
5) Why are you crossing your legs? Gotta pee or something? Fucking Euro-trash. Always gotta pee or something.
6) J-Po spends a few years in Europe.
7) This one is actually pretty hot.
A) "My style is very chill yet crazy. Dreams are a great source for ideas – I see myself in outfits that work and I want to try them in real life too."
B) "I get so many ideas while talking to interesting personas and when I watch some classic films. I like Russian films, especially Andrei Tarkovski’s creations. I’m also affected by naivist artists. Central aspect in my style is absurd."
C) I just wanted to include this girl because she looks like Lindsey.
D) "Most of my clothes are tailored, because then I know they will fit perfectly. My mother buys all these different Vogues and I like to browse them for ideas. ... Today I'm wearing smart clothes, because I went to theatre."
E) "...today I listened Justice so I ended up in this."
F) "I have my own definite style and therefore I rarely look others for inspiration. Then again, if you see something new and hip on a beautiful person, you’ll start to like it more and want it too."
G) "My current style inspiration is Madonna..."
The answers.... in the comments section.
I guess this is pimping my own blog, which is staring you in face if you ever wanted to visit it, but I just posted Mediafire links for a 16-song power pop mix CD that has made my summer infinitely better. Will it do the same for you? I don't know, but I had like a half hour's worth of problems uploading so you should take advantage of my computer issues. Also, Greg & I played the Battery Maritime Building on Friday. You can hear it here.
1930: Dagwood Bumstead and Blondie Boopadoop meet. She's a hot young flapper and he's the young heir to the fortune his stuffy parents made at Bumstead Locomotive Works.
1930 - 1933: She spends her youth wildly in the dance halls. He, the bumbling buffoon who has no business going after such a hottie, goes on a hunger strike for 28 days to win her love. She's a "flighty gold-digger" who decides to give him a shot.
1933: They get married. According to the site: "the young couple moved to a modest house in the suburbs, where they struggled over bills, bought furniture, met neighbors and fought and made up just like millions of couples everywhere."
1934: The young Bumstead family have a bouncing baby boy, Alexander. Dagwood, disowned by his family for marrying under his class, gets a 9 to 5 working for J.C. Dithers.
1941: Another baby. This one is named Cookie. (Cookie!?). Well, that's what you get for only offering $100 to the readers in a nationwide contest.
1941 - 1990: Fuckin' nothing.
1990: Blondie opens a catering business. Feminists everywhere realize their cause is finished.
1990 - Present: Fuckin' nothing.
That's our life. The only potential difference is that they've had a successful marriage for almost 70 years. Half of us (who are lucky enough to get married) will probably (statistically) get divorced, not to mention die before our 70th anniversaries. Makes the Bumsteads look pretty good, eh?
Fun Blondie fact: there were 28 theatrical films made. The "titular" Penny Singleton played the title role (and is a total fox, I might add).
Have a good life, guys.
The other day I was biking along the bay and two fawns (little spotted ones!) jumped up beside me. They tried to run away-- one ran behind me (the smart one) while the other ran ahead, in the same direction I was cycling. I caught up pretty quickly, the fawn and I were head to head. I turned to look at him and yelled, "IT'S A RACE!" He skidded to a stop, and jumped back into the brush.
My roommates decorated the whole apartment for my birthday, lining the entire room with a thirty of bud light (classy). My favorite part:
