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Jun/090
Below is a quick and dirty video montage of 1368 1363 photographs/images taken from my iPhone.
The first picture was taken on July 18th, 2008, the last on July 20th, 2009. Presented in chronological order documenting a year in my life: Chairlifts, friends, food, limited edition turbo dream, puppies, trucks, rainbows, Stanley from The Office, Frogskins, PB&J sammiches, bikinis, and cobra dogs, they’re all in there.
Most of the images were taken with its 2.0 mp camera. Some images are saved from safari with a few screenshots thrown in for good measure.
Don’t blink.
Production on the sequel started yesterday 
American Gangster Wanker.
Sep/080
I’ve been known to listen to some rap/hip-hop from time to time, usually when I’m a captive passenger in a friend’s car, or a guest in someone’s house. While the complexity and ingenuity of rap lyrics can be clever (or more often stupid) and interesting (or more often disgusting), it’s usually not appealing enough for me to waste my time downloading or waste my hard drive storing said music.
I like a song where actual instruments are involved, guitars, bass, drums, etc, and bonus points if the singer could actually, you know…sing. Find a rapper who can actually play a decent set of instruments and I will for the first time in a decade purchase his album from the record store. Find me a rapper who can actually sing and hold a proper note, and I will bear the thuggery and violence to attend his concert.
When I heard that Jay-Z was the headlining performer at the Glastonbury Festival, I was surprised. But what actually happened pretty much made me throw up a little. It would be one thing if he actually tried to cover the song, but he mocked it instead, ugh. I don’t know what’s worse, that or anything Rocawear makes.
Everlong
Aug/080
I totally didn’t know Foo Fighters came out with a live performance DVD called “Skin and Bones” in ‘06. I guess I haven’t really been keeping up with their discography other than what I hear on the radio. In fact, I don’t even listen to mainstream radio anymore. Much of my music come from friends’ recommendations, last.fm, or just random happen chance. It’s way too easy to find and listen to new artists that sometimes you neglect the tried and true bands you loved while growing up. And below is a song that never gets old for me, especially done live and acoustic.
This song is timeless, and definitely on the to-do list if I ever learn how to play the guitar.
Obama is “ballin!”
Aug/080
Okay, when I first got this video from my friend (thanks Will), I thought it was a fake. It isn’t, and it looks like NObama got a little game. I was and will never vote for NObama, but after watching this video I am more convinced than ever that this dude can’t be my President.
First of all, voting for NObama IS already going to be the trendy thing to do. Thanks Hollywood! And now I find out he can ball? Everything about him including his astranged brother who lives on the streets is a cliché. Second, check out the video at the 1:00 mark, he CLEARLY hacks the shooter but keeps on playing…if I can’t trust he’ll give me my foul, I can’t trust him to lead the country, LOL. Third, he’s a little too Indonesian for my liking, and the one thing I hate more than clichés are Indonesians. They have a tendency to not just make shoes, but they also steal them (my Indonesian cousin just stole these from my own home). Lastly, he’s a southpaw and the only lefty I trust is Ned Flanders, and he’s not even real. So there.
Ron Paul FTW
Brussels
Aug/080
Brussels wasn’t done with me yet though…
Whenever I see this picture, I am reminded at how I was charged $17 for a half liter of bottled water by that Italian in the background. Oh, and those girls he’s looking at in the corner? They’re prostitutes. Also known as call girls to some, whores to others, Brussels beeyotches to me.
I should be able to recoup some of my losses with the ballpoint pen I liberated from his pocket. Thanks for the souvenir guy!
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