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A while back, I read an article on Slate.com about Beijing’s pollution problem. The city is terrible. The government regulates with extremely low standards so cars and factories emit double the amount of volatile gases that would be allowed in the US. The government has even planned to shoot these giant weather bullets into the clouds during the coming Olympics in order to reduce the number of cloudy days, which sounds more magical than realistic.

Slate.com’s Michelle Tsai predicts that the number of world records breaking would be far less than those of Olympics-past. That’s probably true. Most likely that’s what’ll happen. But imagine rather than interfering with the Olympians, it actually helps them!? Yeah, sure, my medical background consists of some health classes in high school, those Pepto-Bismol commercials

and a Nobel Prize in the study of gastroenterology, but! it would be wild if these Olympians get pumped from all this pollution, albeit at the cost of longevity, and just break non-stop records. I mean, when the Hulk was exposed, he just grew stronger, right? okay, ridiculous.

First of all, Merry Christmas! (yesterday) and Happy New Year! (soon) for all 6+/- people who read my blog. Anyway, with all that said, I don’t know if anyone out there do this thing, it’s kind of creepy, definitely lecherous, but what I’ll occasionally do is just go on the internet and look at myspace sites or blogs created by hussies. Now you’re thinking, What!? Hussies!? What the…!? How do you determi… well, simple, if they’ve got a picture of themselves dolled up like a 2 dollar hooker w/ their boobies (tee hee, tee hee) or you see their ass hanging out on their profile, they’re (you’re?) a hussy. It’s great, try it. What’s interesting is that one hussy will have links to other hussies, creating a hussy network.

Actually, it was difficult to find this one. You know, you can’t just type “slutty” and “myspace” and hope for results. Nobody writes that in their myspace, even if they are. Instead, you gotta type the complete opposite shit, like “angel” - AH HA HA HA HA HA

There are so many people out there. I can’t remember everyone’s names. I don’t know how people remember MY name. When they do, I’m shocked and I’m caught in the headlights like, “HEY…uhmm… you… I know you… my friend” which is pretty funny, for me. I don’t know how people feel about that. I assume they feel the same way I feel when I remember their name and they look awkwardly at me trying to remember mine, OUTRAGED! no no no, I’m kidding, I’m indifferent, I really don’t give a shit if people don’t remember my name because really now… they were just lucky that I remembered theirs. I used to work for this guy who took pictures of everyone. People thought he was some happy-go-lucky guy who loved taking pictures but it turned out he just needed to match names with faces in case they ever emailed him or if he ever forgot their names. That’s a pretty good idea but I would just end up with a bunch of ugly pictures. ooooh…BOOYAH!

Get it? Remember that movie? 50 first dates, where what’s her name keeps forgetting Mr. Happy Gilmore

Continue reading ‘Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, Internet Hussies, People Whose Names I Can’t Remember and Black People’

I was sitting there on the bus this morning and really, I don’t remember what I was thinking about that led me to this conclusion, and I don’t think it’s anything new either, but if you do “whatever” long enough, you become famous, or atleast you become “that guy” who is known for “that.” Do you know what I mean? Like the other day, a friend was telling me about going to Grad school for poetry. In my mind I was all, WHAT!? really!? but I mean, there’s a possibility if he loves it and he keeps at it that he’ll one day become the next Maya Angelou. I mean, he won’t be the next Donald Trump if MONEY is your yardstick for success. I have never heard of a billionaire poet, but then of course you’ve got that Harry Potter lady, whose name is not coming to me at the moment, I mean, she’s loaded, not Trump loaded but loaded enough to spend the rest of her life being happy. Money can buy happiness, let’s not lie and say it doesn’t.

Katt Williams, what the fuck!? I was standing there this morning waiting for the bus and I saw this ad, on the side of the bus, for this new movie that’s coming out with Ice Cube and Tracy Morgon. I have seen Katt Williams’ stand-up and I don’t think he’s funny at all. Seriously. He’s like those white comedians that make jokes about being hill-billies but for black people. You know how there’s those white hickory-dickory-doo comedians that’s always making jokes about Macaroni and Cheese, trailers and Wal-mart? (Ha, look, now I’m doing it, I’m one of those comedians) well, Katt Williams is like that except his subjects are like rims and getting “yo hair done” and I don’t know, other “ghetto” black stuff, or I’ll just say rims again cause, well… cause this is my blog and I don’t give a shit. Anyway, he’s a douchebag, let’s just conclude that cause he wears a wig and screams unfunny black generalities at the audience. Not funny.
Continue reading ‘Becoming Famous, Katt Williams and Vintage NYC Buses’

I have never had an art class in my life. Maybe I should have taken one but I never believed art was learned through textbooks. Anyway, it wasn’t until I started this blog did I really appreciate art that was not easily interpreted or easily recognizable. I alway found commercial art to be “more” art cause I mean, you draw a cat and it looks like a cat, it’s a friggin cat, but after meeting some artists and doing some more reading about it on the internet, learning about artists’ lives etc., I have really grown an appreciation for all types of art and artists.

I studied business in college and I think that’s partly why I’ve always felt the way I did about art. I guess I always figured it’s never TRULY art unless someone wants to buy it. I’m pretty sure life has got to be hard for an artist but when your art is appreciated, I’m sure it’s fucking sweet.

This is not news. I wish I could say, “Oh! I PREDICT this is going to happen” but I can’t because stage6.com has been out for a while. Stage6 is this website that allows you to stream divx videos through your browser, similar to how youtube streams flash videos. The quality is amazing and because it’s still a fairly new website, the company (DivX) allows you to upload videos of limitless length. There are some issues, like it needs high bandwidth and there are copyright issues because people upload full length movies, but, I have been using this site for a few months now and I love it, especially BECAUSE! people can upload copyrighted material, again, at the moment.

From a quality-of-product perspective, it is better than Youtube. If Stage6 puts more money/time into marketing and if it can ward off companies who will sue because of copyright infringement, I can see it being the next major step of public online video, meaning, it would knock Youtube off its throne.

My computer is not ready for blu-ray or HD-DVD but I can play really high quality divx for some reason. When I see tiny details in a video on my laptop of 3 years old, I tear. Seriously a single tear-drop runs down my left cheek. It is beautiful and amazing. What’s great is that the stage6 website has really high bandwidth. I can stream a 800 meg video and just close my browser after I’m done watching. There are sites that actually track the stage6 site whenever somebody uploads something illegal, like joox.net or divxpawa.com.

Until Stage6 either shuts down or becomes the next Youtube and decides to monitor very closely the uploaded content, I recommend you to enjoy it.