Watch as they perform the first half blindfolded, and combine crazy B-boy tricks with a softer, more "feminine" form of dancing for the "Britney Spears challenge." Any crew of men who can put their pride aside and dance like girls is definitely a crew worth taking a second look at.
America's Best Dance Crew: Season 3
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I know that eco-royalty.net already did a post on America's Best Dance Crew, Season 3 posting her picks, but I'm going to have the disagree and say that the ones to watch are Quest Crew, the B-boy crew from Los Angeles, CA. The only qualm I have with them is that a B-boy crew has won every season so far, but after watching the following performance, I can't help but feel like they have a really great shot.
Watch as they perform the first half blindfolded, and combine crazy B-boy tricks with a softer, more "feminine" form of dancing for the "Britney Spears challenge." Any crew of men who can put their pride aside and dance like girls is definitely a crew worth taking a second look at.
Watch as they perform the first half blindfolded, and combine crazy B-boy tricks with a softer, more "feminine" form of dancing for the "Britney Spears challenge." Any crew of men who can put their pride aside and dance like girls is definitely a crew worth taking a second look at.
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Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Craigslist: a Series (Roadkill)
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I don't know whether to repost this here or to send it to my chef at the restaurant I work for, being that we often serve venison. No one knows where it comes from, so this post absolutely speaks to me. Enjoy!
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WANTED: ROADKILL
Date: 2009-01-20, 3:57PM EST
I want your roadkill. Why, might you ask? Simple. I drive around and regularly see 1-2 deer a week on the side of the road, rotting. Since an average deer has about 80-120 pounds of usable venison on it, its a shame that all that meat is wasted. Plus, you can't normally buy venison, so unless you have a hunting friend or hunt yourself (or pay crazy prices at a restaurant), you can never enjoy the lean, tasty meat that is venison.
So, here's my offer. If you happen to hit a deer (or larger animal, although I don't think we have many of those in southern Virginia), you can bring the animal to me, and I'll carve it up for you, and split the meat 50/50. I hunt, and I do my own butchering, so it doesn't take too long for me, and I enjoy it. Since hunting season is now passed, I'd like something to occupy my time, while also filling my freezer.
There are rules though, like anything else in life:
1. It has to be a deer or bigger. I'm not carving up a flat squirrel for you.
2. It must be less than a day old. God only knows what happens to the carcass after a day of sitting there.
3. You have to call the police after your accident. The cops come out and issue you a permit so that you legally own the deer. It's quick, and it keeps it legal (I'm not carving up poached animals, and if you poach, you should rid the world of your sorry existence).
4. You bring the animal to me (I'm in Suffolk), and I do the rest, and call you when its done. If you live in Suffolk, or hit the deer in Suffolk, I could come to you, but I'm not driving to VA Beach at 10 pm at night.
5. I'll cut up the animal and give half the meat to you in sealed bags. I'll even label it, so you'll know what cuts you're getting. You eat it and enjoy!
Of course, you may feel odd eating roadkill. I mean, that's a redneck thing, right? Absolutely untrue. For starters, you're using meat that would normally be wasted, so its good for the environment. Venison is leaner (deer don't sit on big farms eating corn), healthier (no injected hormones here!), and tastier (there is no such thing as "gamey" meat. That's just anti-hunters trying to justify themselves) than beef. Plus, you get it for nothing (except whatever your car insurance deductible is, if you decide to file a claim). All these positive reasons are sure to impress your hippie friends, if you are unfortunate enough to have some.
Drop me an email (I check it all the time, so replies won't take long) when you hit a deer. If you're a police officer and want my phone number (since you probably get calls all the time), you can email me and I'll give you my cell number. If its late, you can always temporarily store the animal at your house and bring it over when I get back to you.
Start enjoying the meat of your unfortunate labors!
Read more!
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WANTED: ROADKILL
Date: 2009-01-20, 3:57PM EST
I want your roadkill. Why, might you ask? Simple. I drive around and regularly see 1-2 deer a week on the side of the road, rotting. Since an average deer has about 80-120 pounds of usable venison on it, its a shame that all that meat is wasted. Plus, you can't normally buy venison, so unless you have a hunting friend or hunt yourself (or pay crazy prices at a restaurant), you can never enjoy the lean, tasty meat that is venison.
So, here's my offer. If you happen to hit a deer (or larger animal, although I don't think we have many of those in southern Virginia), you can bring the animal to me, and I'll carve it up for you, and split the meat 50/50. I hunt, and I do my own butchering, so it doesn't take too long for me, and I enjoy it. Since hunting season is now passed, I'd like something to occupy my time, while also filling my freezer.
There are rules though, like anything else in life:
1. It has to be a deer or bigger. I'm not carving up a flat squirrel for you.
2. It must be less than a day old. God only knows what happens to the carcass after a day of sitting there.
3. You have to call the police after your accident. The cops come out and issue you a permit so that you legally own the deer. It's quick, and it keeps it legal (I'm not carving up poached animals, and if you poach, you should rid the world of your sorry existence).
4. You bring the animal to me (I'm in Suffolk), and I do the rest, and call you when its done. If you live in Suffolk, or hit the deer in Suffolk, I could come to you, but I'm not driving to VA Beach at 10 pm at night.
5. I'll cut up the animal and give half the meat to you in sealed bags. I'll even label it, so you'll know what cuts you're getting. You eat it and enjoy!
Of course, you may feel odd eating roadkill. I mean, that's a redneck thing, right? Absolutely untrue. For starters, you're using meat that would normally be wasted, so its good for the environment. Venison is leaner (deer don't sit on big farms eating corn), healthier (no injected hormones here!), and tastier (there is no such thing as "gamey" meat. That's just anti-hunters trying to justify themselves) than beef. Plus, you get it for nothing (except whatever your car insurance deductible is, if you decide to file a claim). All these positive reasons are sure to impress your hippie friends, if you are unfortunate enough to have some.
Drop me an email (I check it all the time, so replies won't take long) when you hit a deer. If you're a police officer and want my phone number (since you probably get calls all the time), you can email me and I'll give you my cell number. If its late, you can always temporarily store the animal at your house and bring it over when I get back to you.
Start enjoying the meat of your unfortunate labors!
Read more!
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Monday, February 2, 2009
Kickz - 2 pairs
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kicks
I'm kind of feeling these shoes. What do you think? I'm in the market for some green/brown sneakers. Let me know if you see anything good.
Someone put that animal back in the ground!
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mmm...yuck
As Kevin would say, "Poor little guy!"
Heres a close up in case you miss the expression of terror from afar - I mean, really? Fist pumping with a groundhog? Who does that?
In any case, I guess the real news is that that little guy predicts six more weeks of winter. Gross. At least its nice and sunny today - like a brisk San Franciscan day. I just hope he's wrong.... Read more!
Heres a close up in case you miss the expression of terror from afar - I mean, really? Fist pumping with a groundhog? Who does that?
In any case, I guess the real news is that that little guy predicts six more weeks of winter. Gross. At least its nice and sunny today - like a brisk San Franciscan day. I just hope he's wrong.... Read more!
Thoughts of the Day
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me
In at least two of my classes, I get to sit next to a wide open window. The first one is in my professional writing English class, and gazes down from the second floor to the parking lot of Susquehanna Hall. I find myself glancing over, away from my professor (who speaks in a thick Midwestern accent) and into the plethora of cobalt sky, at the students milling and weaving about. There goes that girl I had in Latino studies last semester. And there goes Elvis, who might be half boy, half girl, or maybe something entirely different.
The second window is cracked open, blowing cold air into my population geography class from the mall that it overlooks - the largest mall at an east coast school. The sky is limited, as the view is sandwiched between two buildings and the horizon of squat brick buildings. The trees are all dull and dead - the grass is still white with snow.
I realize that windows matter to me because I spend so much time indoors, whether it be working, writing, or in class. Growing up in San Francisco, the sky is always blotted out by clouds, the stars by city lights, and the horizon by buildings like crooked teeth. (My population geography professor is crazy - paranoid, talking about population explosions.)
I want Reno, Nevada. I want millions of stars. I want seven degree weather. I want parkas and wolves howling in the distance. I want the endless blue sky, thousands of chapped trees peppering a forest of chattering birds. I want moose and mice, bees and bears. I want to fly out of these windows and be wherever I want to be. Read more!
The second window is cracked open, blowing cold air into my population geography class from the mall that it overlooks - the largest mall at an east coast school. The sky is limited, as the view is sandwiched between two buildings and the horizon of squat brick buildings. The trees are all dull and dead - the grass is still white with snow.
I realize that windows matter to me because I spend so much time indoors, whether it be working, writing, or in class. Growing up in San Francisco, the sky is always blotted out by clouds, the stars by city lights, and the horizon by buildings like crooked teeth. (My population geography professor is crazy - paranoid, talking about population explosions.)
I want Reno, Nevada. I want millions of stars. I want seven degree weather. I want parkas and wolves howling in the distance. I want the endless blue sky, thousands of chapped trees peppering a forest of chattering birds. I want moose and mice, bees and bears. I want to fly out of these windows and be wherever I want to be. Read more!
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