Security camera catches a mom fighting off a raccoon to save her daughter
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This scary video shows a mom saving her young daughter from a seemi...
Monday, March 21, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Everything is a Remix Part II (Film)
Everything is a Remix Part 2 from Kirby Ferguson on Vimeo.
Kirby Ferguson’s series Everything is a Remix started with a look at how songs are recycled from past tunes. This second installment is about movies, and how everything old is new again. Among other movies, you’ll see visual illustrations of the influences you read about in the article In The Beginning: Star Wars. Note: After the credits roll, another movie is analyzed, starting at the seven minute mark.
And here is a special video dedicated to Kill Bill
Everything Is A Remix: KILL BILL from robgwilson.com on Vimeo.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Various songs to brighten the mood
Wilco - Via Chicago
Monsters of Folk - The Sandman, The Brakeman and Me
Why? - Crushed Bones
Modest Mouse - Spitting Venom/Black Cadillacs
Boken Bells - The High Road
Monsters of Folk - The Sandman, The Brakeman and Me
Why? - Crushed Bones
Modest Mouse - Spitting Venom/Black Cadillacs
Boken Bells - The High Road
The debate ends here.
Alex, Alex, Alex...You know what the problem here is?
You're just not a good young liberal white person. I love you and all, but there it is.
I can't have a dialogue with someone who works for a living, who pays these taxes I wish to disperse into the ether of human need, who has no aspirations that involve graduate school, or marrying an indie-ish chick with bangs (and perhaps an ironic tattoo). You may have gone to an Ivy League School, and wish to live by a body of water one day, but that's incidental... it's all incidental (Plus I think Wharton is like a small island of not-Ivyness in the otherwise beautiful clear Blue of the archipelago).
You're just not a good young liberal white person. I love you and all, but there it is.
I can't have a dialogue with someone who works for a living, who pays these taxes I wish to disperse into the ether of human need, who has no aspirations that involve graduate school, or marrying an indie-ish chick with bangs (and perhaps an ironic tattoo). You may have gone to an Ivy League School, and wish to live by a body of water one day, but that's incidental... it's all incidental (Plus I think Wharton is like a small island of not-Ivyness in the otherwise beautiful clear Blue of the archipelago).
You don't even drink coffee, for fuck's sake.
All you need to know is that I am a sociologist -- it is inscribed in the genealogy of my very profession to know what's best for poor people (this is also, incidentally, inherent to my whiteness ...Double-Rainbow.)
I work with immigration detainees, I am sensitive to the injustice of the world, and I am all 'round a more advanced person.
All you need to know is that I am a sociologist -- it is inscribed in the genealogy of my very profession to know what's best for poor people (this is also, incidentally, inherent to my whiteness ...Double-Rainbow.)
I work with immigration detainees, I am sensitive to the injustice of the world, and I am all 'round a more advanced person.
So just trust me on these things, ok?
( I know baba's with me on this. Hey, bro, facebook me)
Friday, March 18, 2011
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