Thursday, January 26, 2012



A year after a torrent and fury of hatred took the lives of six and wounded thirteen others, including the congresswoman from the eighth district of Arizona, this woman, with stoic determination and courage, continues to inspire a nation. Yesterday, she stepped down from her seat in the Congress so she can focus on completing her recovery in full. But when she does, she'll get back to doing what she has always done best: serving others. Thank you, Gabby.

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Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Universal Symbol

Middle finger to the lips says it all. This is what happens when people talk in the library and I have too much time on my hands.

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Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Bon Joviver

Almost as good as the real thing.

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Thursday, January 19, 2012

Shit DC Says

I know I know I know everyone and their everybodys from DC has linked to this video, but it's just too good to pass up. If you're from DC or have lived there for some time, you get it. Conspicuously missing from this video however are any references to the numerous DC schools (Gduuubs), the Hill, NoVa, and Georgetown (such ripe sources of douchey DC references), and the staple DC institution, Ben's. I also would have preferred a lot more Metro-bitching, which is spoken in a particularly distinct jargon. But we'll forgive these minor oversights and applaud this hilarious take on the ubiquitous "shit says" videos:

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Monday, January 16, 2012

Party Animal




this is me.

when I go anywhere

dogs are not interrested in/don’t like me. true story.

pretty much wherever I go

Dogs are my bests.

h/t funny for life

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Sunday, January 1, 2012

For The Soup Boys

I returned from my two week stay in India last night with just enough time to come home, drop my bags, pour a scotch, and toast the New Year. India was wonderful and maddening. Pictures to come. But while I left most of it behind, I couldn't quite shed this song from my brain. Behold the biggest hit in India currently:

Those who hold contemporary Bollywood music in the same contempt as I do should appreciate what this song has been able to accomplish. Sure, it's ubiquity (practically every car radio, cafe, television, and iPod in India is spinning it) is not unique; this is par for the course for your standard chart-topping, inescapable nache nache Bollywood gaana. But this song wasn't produced by some grease-haired big-wig in Mumbai with a wretched Govinda dub-over in mind. It was written and recorded in less than half an hour by Tamil actor Dhanush, a star in what my cousins informed me is referred to as "Kollywood," India's less popular Tamil movie industry, the very same industry that brought us this masterpiece. Employing drunken "tanglish" (basically just adding a "a" or "u" sound to the ends of English words) Dhanush sings the blues, crooning about a black-hearted woman on a "murderous rampage" (kolaveri), killing love and his happiness. In so doing, Dhanush gives "soup boys" a sad song to toast their shared misery to. It's a silly, lighthearted heartbreak song that might actually break your heart. And its explosive success is a big finger in the eye of every Bollywood producer who has subjected us to their slick over-produced cookie-cutter trash. This "flop song" has launched a new wave in Indian youth culture and music, sweeping up a latent sentiment and dropping it on the shores of the mainstream Indian culture conscience. This song is poetic satire. And Indians could use more irony.

Speaking of Bollywood music however, props where props are due. I love this beautiful ballad from "The Dirty Picture," one of the biggest movies of the year starring the glowing Vidya Balan as Silk Smitha, India's most famous "porn" stars:

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