The wild success of “Borat” hasn’t helped his country’s public image, Mr. Kelimbetov said. Just last month the parody anthem from the Borat movie, which commends for its high-quality potassium exports and having the second cleanest prostitutes in the region was played, in error, at the Amir of Kuwait International Shooting Grand Prix at which Kazakh athletes participated.
The mix-up was apparently the result of the wrong song being downloaded from the Internet. When the Kazakh athletes complained, the ceremony was re-staged. But the incident highlighted how Kazakhstan still finds itself victim to parody.
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this post is based on an actual email chain.
Did you know:
In track, he (rgiii) broke state records for the 110-meter and 300-meter hurdles. He ran the 110-meter hurdles in 13.55 seconds, and the 300-meter hurdles in 35.33 seconds. The 300-hurdles time was one-hundredth of a second short of breaking the national high school record. He was also a gold medalist in the 110 and 400-meter hurdles on the AAU track and field circuit. He sprinted 13.46 in the 110-meter hurdles and 49.56 in the 400-meter hurdles as a junior in high school. In 2007, as a junior, he was rated the No. 1 high school 400-meter immediate hurdler in the country, and was tied at No. 1 for the 110-meter sprint hurdler in the nation. Also as a junior, he received the Gatorade Texas Boys Track and Field Athlete of the Year award. And he was named to USA Today′s 2007 All-USA Track and Field team. (from wikipedia)
I knew that he was a track guy and that he did very well in it growing up…. But this is absurd. Something tells me that the other top qb prospect (who is also a tall cracker) doesn’t quite possess the same type of athleticism. I recommend you watch the combine 40yard dash videos of the two of them…. Its crazy how well RGIII runs.
Fun Fact: While at Baylor U, Robert Griffin III was protected on the weak side by Top O-Line prospect Robert Griffin, aptly nicknamed RG2
it has been awhile, as new tracks are hard to find. there is a tendency to stick with the reliable, the constant. these sounds reverberate in all facets of life, changing the beat of your drummer can be hard, even when it is a double click of the mic. however difficult it may be, new relationships must, and continue, to be fostered.
blind pilot – oviedo
chad vangaalen – inside the molecules
dirty projectors – gun has no trigger
joel plaskett – north star
real estate – kinder blumen
sharon van etten – serpents
st. vincent – laughing with a mouth of blood
sufjan stevens – concerning the ufo sighting near highland, illinois
woodpigeon – that was good but you can do better
wye oak – civilian
Last week, one of my close friends made the observation that Hintonburg may be approaching its/her threshold for precious hipsterness. The subject line of her email was “Hintonburg Twee”.
The tipping point for her was the impending arrival of Merry Dairy—a new homemade ice cream joint offering frozen custard—a Coney Island original. It’s not that the girl doesn’t like ice cream—she’s just feeling slightly suffocated by the plethora of seemingly over-thought, affected indie restos. Never mind the potential for a growing obesity epidemic in Hintonburg — it’s the idea of these places that’s giving her pause:
i’m an anti-popular girl. all this hipsterism in ottawa is making me dangerously close to adopting my teenage punk again.
Right away, I knew where she was coming from but I just moved here from Burlington—the antithesis of overly hip—so I’m still a bit of a kid in a candy shop here in…
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great music is an experience. to be digested as a singular event. digital music, convenient, far too simple to find and compile. taken for granted. forcing music to co-exist as a complimentary experience, adjacent to the completion of menial tasks or enhance another. no longer THE event.
nostalgia always persist. whether clamouring for the good days of the nba or reminiscing on the greatness of saturday morning cartoons (even though in hindsight some weren’t that great). relfection on the past conjures memories of bliss, reflection good days.
reflection comes in many forms, mine has come on12-inch vinyls. revival of the pure sound. procuring a record player was not difficult. growing up in a household of music junkies, just needed to pry a lonesome record player from the bowels of the household. with a record player in hand, finding albums became the difficulty. on vinyl contemporary music is easy, most far more expensive than their digital counterparts. however adventure does not lie in the common place, it rests with the unknown, a chance at glory. the discovery of that which resides in dark huddled spaces. born was a hobby, diggin in crates.
to date, the trove includes 5, with more to be found:
bob dylan’s greatest hits – turning point
bob dylan’s greatest hits II– turning point
the beatles 1967-1970 – parent’s basement
silvio rodriguez – parent’s basement
best of the beach boys vol 2 – parent’s basement
both have experienced solid careers, established during the aughts, with stellar albums. the shins made their mark with oh inverted world, new slang, and chutes too narrow, saint simon. pitchfork says it best with “‘perfect distillation of the shins’ back catalog– the jangly, wistful airs of Oh, Inverted World, Chutes Too Narrow‘s genre-resistant playfulness, Wincing the Night Away‘s expansively detailed production“. port of morrow covers all those spectrum’s. it is a fantastic album to sit, rise and fall. james mercer is a talented dude and this latest album is unequivocal proof of that.
as for daniel rossen. along with his bandmates of grizzly bear, he retreated to plot his return. their last effort veckatimest was, and is, a fantastic listen. tracks like two weeks, covered by childish gambino, and while you wait for the others, to me, are classics of modern music. their sound is vast and, yet, serene. for those eagerly anticipating new grizzly bear, silent hour/golden mile ep quenches that appetite. with “madness all around“, “there’s bliss in this mess”.
march madness, the most wonderful time of the year. back in the days when i was a teenager, before i had a cellphone, i never had a pager. a ways away, on campus, march madness brought more joy than anything else…(thinking)…perhaps food from home (remains up for debate). memories of sitting in Bear, watching Nichols drain buzzer-beater 3’s for maryland and exit stage right. classes skipped, 12 hours of ball, screams from down the hall. it was the best of times, during the best of times and continues as the best of times, the madness of march.