January 24, 2011
Damn, Nike. Well done.
Also really unrelated in a related kind of way … Adidas, I’d like to have a talk with whomever is in charge of designing your Australian Open 2011 line. It’s horrendous.
I have been on a movie streak of late and have managed to fit in True Grit, The Fighter and The King’s Speech. Next up, Rubber.
Two crazy people go a whole month without drinking and check in here. Hesaid just informed me that he dries out for a week each month. I do no such thing.
We’ve mentioned and celebrated a lot of eighties stars over the course of our blogging. Here’s a link to The Babysitter’s Club: where are they now, in case you’ve been wondering what the crew has been up to for the past 20 years.
And to finish, I leave you with a little diddy passed on by my friend, Maggie.
I love and hate so many things about this video. But I’m also interested to know where the drummer, guitarist and string player are.
January 3, 2011
Puma’s “After Hours Athlete” ad is pretty great. In case you haven’t seen it …
Speaking of athletes, I love the new soundtrack someone put to this little gem.
Top ten Photoshop disasters of 2010. In case you missed them before we start chronicling 2011’s.
As of 2012, meat and poultry will be getting more detailed nutrition information. Sounds great, right? Not so fast. They are only including caloric and fat information, nothing about where the meat comes from, what kind of conditions the animal was born/raised/butchered in or what the animal ingested. We still have such a long way to go and I still have to go out of my way to find meat that I’m not afraid to eat.
The Ex-Blocker. How many of us could have used this at one point in time? I also have a few friends I’d like to pass the link on to.
December 27, 2010
I know Christmas is over … but if I could have a do over, I would like to ask Santa for these pajama jeans. I mean how can you argue with a “jean” so comfortable that you can and will want to wear them while working out?! Here is the infomercial.
Holy cow. This is amazing and for the first time, minivans are COOL. Jodi Hill, the mind behind Eastbound and Down, was behind this new Toyota Sienna music video. Brilliant move, Toyota. Brilliant.
I was okay with some of the eighties fashion trends returning. Off the shoulder tops and tapered jeans were okay, as were over-sized tops and leggings. But I will not succumb to pleats, shoulder pads, or these ever again. No matter how awesome Katie Holmes tries to make them seem*.
I don’t even think I could do this in my dreams.
*a reference to her stubborn habit of peg rolling her jeans about a year ago.
June 13, 2010
I can’t seem to get the cast of Arrested Development back together, and trust me I have tried. Orbit’s new dirty shorts are as close as I can get.
I have been watching a little bit of soccer lately … a little thing called the World Cup is keeping me entertained through the recent rain storms. Frankly, I’m surprised I hear women griping about having to watch this. Not only is it a fantastic event and the sport a dazzling display of athleticism, but the gentlemen who partake in this sport are by and large GORGEOUS. Here is a ranking of the arguably best looking soccer players in this World Cup.
Here are some absolutely gorgeous shots of underwater ballerinas. After my underwater base jumping video last week and this, it seems I’m going through an underwater phase.
For all you designers and artists out there, here is a fun game. Note: non-artistic types will not be entertained by this while sober.
Twitter. Some would argue it’s a waste of time. This golf game, which one could also argue is a waste of time, relies on twitter – the yardage of your shot is based on how popular your word is on twitter in the last 20 seconds.
In related news, the New York Times has banned the word tweet. Jeremy banned it almost a full year ago from his vocabulary. That’s right, folks: my boys a visionary.
March 29, 2010
Good morning. Kind of wish I could start off every morning wishing those I see first thing a hearty top of the mornin’ to ya! I think that would elicit more smiles.
Anyway, on to some links …
Interested in subjecting yourself to the top 13 worst songs by professional athletes? I wish these videos were better quality, because they look like GEMS. I think Carl Lewis was styled by Olovia Newton John and had RuPaul on makeup. The Bryan Brothers Band is one of my favorites. Featuring guest raps by Andy Murray and Novak Djokovic, falsetto back-ups, a sweet keyboard solo and lyrics like: “So you got your autograph, now whatcha gonna do? Take it to the beach? Or use it at the zoo?” I’m confused as to why this wasn’t a bigger hit.
Joshua has started this blog fusing his interest in people with his love of photography. He was supposed to do it for a year, starting September 2008, but he’s decided to keep working on it.
Jeremy should give up facebook for passover.
Runners share their stories about losing their marathon “v-card”.
November 30, 2009
You don’t usually hear much about Tiger Woods. Other than his golf results, he tends to stay out of the limelight. Which is why it was surprising to hear on Friday morning that he was in the hospital after a car accident near his house.
Tiger was hammered on Thanksgiving and got into a car!
Only, no, alcohol wasn’t involved. The facts: He was going under 33 miles per hour since the airbags didn’t deploy and the back windows of his vehicle were smashed by a golf club. Since then the rumor mills have been regularly churning out so called news on the event, despite Tiger not releasing a statement until later in the afternoon on the 29th. An amazing amount of information considering the lack of factual evidence and all the speculation on which it’s based.
Our fascination probably has to do with Tiger never being involved in slanderous stories. Or golf as a whole since it’s never been associated with loud personalities interested in garnering attention and blaming their possession of narcotics on the fact that they were wearing someone else’s pants. Usually, the craziest aspect of golf is when someone wears an argyle sweater with checkered pants. It’s a pretty tame sport and group of athletes.
For a moment when all this gossip was flying around, it was akin to finding out the uptight high school librarian had stared in a porn movie to make some cash on the side. This was something so different from the impression and carefully sculpted image Tiger has established and maintained that most people I knew were talking about it.
At this point, Tiger’s silence has only added to the general fascination. Whoever Tiger’s public relations person is should be fired. The event is unfortunate, but the handling of it leads me to wonder if he has anyone working PR for him at all. I understand he wants privacy, I understand that he probably thought in staying silent people would have nothing to go on and move on to the next tabloid highlight. But in holding out for so long on giving a statement or denying any of the stories, in one sense, he’s given the media the green light to deconstruct his marriage and extra curricular activities. It isn’t necessarily right, but it’s selling papers or attracting visitors to a site. And selling papers is the bottom line, especially now that print media is struggling to survive this recession. He has to know that by taking this tack while the end goal might get accomplished, in the meantime, the press is going to feast on him and his wife like vultures. And if what the National Enquirer is claiming as the cause of the fight is actually the case, all of this attention can’t be helping them get through anything.