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Mon, 06 Sep 2010 10:23:39 -0400

Landis files ‘whistle-blower’ lawsuit

Sun, 05 Sep 2010 13:24:00 -0400

While I have been wanting Lance Armstrong exposed as a doper for a while now, I was hoping it would be by someone with altruistic intentions of cleaning up cycling. Unfortunately, Floyd Landis is the one pushing the issue.

As a whistle-blower, Landis could collect up to 30 percent of any money the government recovers if fraud is determined.

Seriously? As if getting caught for doping, claiming innocence, writing a book about how you were framed, taking your fan’s money for legal defense, and then admitting to it years later wasn’t bad enough. Now you’re dragging all of US cycling through the mud so you can profit off of the court case?

I rarely use expletives - especially online - but, Floyd Landis, you are an asshole.

fuckyeahcycling: La Vuelta | Stage 8

Sun, 05 Sep 2010 13:14:34 -0400

fuckyeahcycling:

La Vuelta | Stage 8

paintedflowerbeds: anneyhall: Stevie Wonder + Grover on...

Sun, 05 Sep 2010 11:03:09 -0400

paintedflowerbeds:

anneyhall:

Stevie Wonder + Grover on “Sesame Street,” 1973.

nationalgeographicmagazine: Big Cypress Reservation, Florida...

Sun, 05 Sep 2010 11:01:05 -0400

nationalgeographicmagazine:

Big Cypress Reservation, Florida
Photograph by Jack Dykinga, National Geographic
In the green firmament of a slough, galaxies of duckweed are stirred by slow moving waters. Florida’s Seminole call this section of swamp the Jurassic.

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oldhollywood: Sammy Davis Jr. (Manhattan 1959, photo by Burt...

Sat, 04 Sep 2010 09:33:25 -0400

oldhollywood:

Sammy Davis Jr. (Manhattan 1959, photo by Burt Glynn)

Q: Your nightclub and theater audiences are predominantly white. Do you think there may be some element of race consciousness in your compulsion to win their approval?

Sammy Davis Jr.: No question about it…Ever since I recognized what prejudice is, I’ve tried to fight it away, and the only weapon I could use was my talent. Away back, when I was learning the business, I had no education, no power, no influence; entertaining was the only way I had to change prejudiced thinking.

Again in the Army, especially the Army, where I met the most concentrated bunch of haters I ever experienced: On that stage, for the eight months I was in Special Services, that spotlight erased my color. It made the hate leave their faces temporarily. It was as if my talent gave me a pass from their prejudice, if only temporarily. And when I spotted haters in the audiences, I tried to give extra-good performances. I had to get to them, to neutralize them, to make them recognize me…

Q: You said “the most concentrated bunch of haters” you ever met was in the Army…will you give us some idea of what you went through?

SDJ: I met some prejudiced cats—all right? I got pushed and banged around some, got my nose broken twice—all right? But the roughest part wasn’t that; the roughest was the psychological. I had never known one white agent, manager or anybody else who hadn’t been friendly…until the Army, nobody white had ever just looked at me and hated me—and didn’t even know me.

From the day I got into the basic-training center from the first 10 minutes, I started hearing more “nigger” and seeing more sneers and hate looks than I’d ever known all my life. Walked inside the gate, asked a cat sitting on some barracks steps to show me how to get to where I had to go: “Excuse me, buddy, I’m a little lost-” Cat told me, “I’m not your buddy, you black bastard!” When I got assigned a barracks, cats in there—most of them from the South and Southwest—don’t want to sleep nowhere next to me. And there was this one guy elected himself head of the haters. First move he made, he ground his boot heel down on the $150 chronometer watch my dad and Will had borrowed the money to give me as a present. I had treasured that watch.

Man, they did all kinds of things, sick things. One time I remember, I had just done my first show there at the center, and I mean I had entertained them. Well, back in the barracks, suddenly they all acted friendly. Offered me this beer—but it wasn’t beer, man, it was warm piss. Then a cat “accidentally” poured it on me. Well, I went for him, ready to kill. He was a big cat, and I didn’t weigh but 115 pounds. He broke my nose the first punch, but, man, I fought him like a wildcat, and before he beat me unconscious, I broke his nose, too. From then on, nearly as long as I stayed there, maybe every other day I had some knockdown, drag-out fight, until I had scabs on my knuckles! Got my nose broken again. It got so everybody white I saw, I expected to hear “nigger.” Somebody ask me if I want my coffee black, I was ready to fight.

Q: Were all the white soldiers that anti-Negro?

SDJ: No, there was good cats there, too—don’t get me wrong—at least some that didn’t want to get involved, or who didn’t hate Negroes that bad. And I had a sergeant who was one of the finest men I’ll ever meet. Anyway, I met George M. Cohan Jr., and we got an act going with this Women’s Army Corps captain in charge of us. Well, one time some cats from headquarters came and said the captain wanted to see me, and I went with them into a building where they said she was—but there were four other cats waiting instead.

Pushed me into a latrine; some of them held me and the others beat me. They wrote “coon” in white paint across my forehead, and “I’m a nigger” across my chest. Then they ordered me to dance for them. “Dance, Sambo—fast!” Man, I fought to get at them, but they pinned me and punched me in the gut until it looked like I’d have to dance or die. Don’t even like to think about it! Sick cats! I danced until I couldn’t no more. Then—bam! In the gut again—and I had to dance some more, until finally they saw I was ready to pass out. Then they poured turpentine over me, and told me the reason they’d given me “this little lesson”: They’d been watching me “making eyes” at the white WAC captain. She was my boss, man, my commanding officer—and that’s the way I treated her. Didn’t make no difference. Anyway, they finally left me there. I was so sick, I just wanted to crawl into the latrine walls and die, man; I just lay down and cried.

That was when, for the first time in my life, I didn’t want to go out and do my act—go out there and smile at people who despised me. But I made myself do it anyhow. I was fighting myself so hard to stay out there that the fighting made me do maybe one of the best shows I ever did in my life. And I’m glad it did, because I discovered something. I saw some of those faces out there grudgingly take on different expressions. I don’t mean for a minute that anybody suddenly started loving me—I didn’t want that from them anyway—but they respected me. It taught me that the way for me to fight, better than with my fists, was with my talent. For the next eight months, going across the country doing my act, I nearly killed myself every show trying to make them respect me. Maybe I still am.

-excerpted from Alex Haley’s Playboy interview with Davis, December 1966

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Fri, 03 Sep 2010 10:57:28 -0400

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fuckyeahcycling: La Vuelta | Stage 6 Nature break.

Fri, 03 Sep 2010 10:16:28 -0400

fuckyeahcycling:

La Vuelta | Stage 6

Nature break.

fuckyeahspace: unknownskywalker: The most detailed picture of...

Tue, 31 Aug 2010 14:00:29 -0400

fuckyeahspace:

unknownskywalker:

The most detailed picture of a sunspot

The photo shows a sun spot at about 3600ºC, surrounded by a mosaic at 5800ºC. The image was taken on July 2 with the Big Bear Solar Observatory team; a 5.25-feet telescope that is able to resolve sun details as small as 45 kilometers in optimal conditions. The image itself shows details measuring 0.09 arcseconds, which is about 65 kilometers.

Source: Gizmodo

Looks almost like a flower.

Lance Armstrong Wants To Tell Nation Something But Nation Has To Promise Not To Get Mad | The Onion - America's Finest News Source

Sun, 29 Aug 2010 16:04:37 -0400

Lance Armstrong Wants To Tell Nation Something But Nation Has To Promise Not To Get Mad | The Onion - America's Finest News Source:

fuckyeahcycling:

wannabebikegirl:

LOVE IT. I love it SO MUCH.

“Okay, here goes,” Armstrong said. “Um, in the late ’90s and early 2000s, I took, um… You see, in order to give myself a better chance of winning, I… Yes, there were instances during the Tour when…”

That was my favorite part. Seriously. Well, and what happened next. But, seriously. THE ONION. So awesome.

YES! This was a pretty awesome article. My favorite:

Armstrong then took a deep breath, massaged his forehead, murmured “Oh boy, here we go,” and appeared for several moments to be on the verge of telling the nation his news. He seemed to lose his focus, however, commenting that it wasn’t as if anything he was about to say would diminish the fact that he beat cancer or that his foundation has donated more than $250 million to cancer research.

Look at this fucking hipster, cycling edition. Photo is Jonathan...

Sat, 28 Aug 2010 10:39:00 -0400

Look at this fucking hipster, cycling edition.

Photo is Jonathan Vaughters, directeur sportif for Garmin-Transitions, on the front page of VeloNews. I hope he dresses like that in the team car during the Vuelta a España.

Deer Tick - Breakdown (Tom Petty Cover)

Wed, 25 Aug 2010 10:17:16 -0400

Deer Tick - Breakdown (Tom Petty Cover)

Farmville players outnumber real farmers in the US by a ratio of 60 to 1

Wed, 25 Aug 2010 09:49:21 -0400

Farmville players outnumber real farmers in the US by a ratio of 60 to 1:

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whitehousephotostream: P080910PS-0356: President Barack Obama...

Wed, 25 Aug 2010 09:04:55 -0400

whitehousephotostream:

P080910PS-0356:
President Barack Obama jokingly puts his toe on the scale as Trip Director Marvin Nicholson, unaware to the President’s action, weighs himself as the presidential entourage passed through the volleyball locker room at the University of Texas in Austin, Texas, Aug. 9, 2010. (Official White House Photo by Pete Souza)
This official White House photograph is being made available only for publication by news organizations and/or for personal use printing by the subject(s) of the photograph. The photograph may not be manipulated in any way and may not be used in commercial or political materials, advertisements, emails, products, promotions that in any way suggests approval or endorsement of the President, the First Family, or the White House.

Slick.

Genesee Brewing to introduce 24-ounce cans of its beers | democratandchronicle.com | Democrat and Chronicle

Tue, 24 Aug 2010 12:56:58 -0400

Genesee Brewing to introduce 24-ounce cans of its beers | democratandchronicle.com | Democrat and Chronicle:

bclikesyou:

Relevant to my friend’s interests.

Hoping this makes its way to Brooklyn.

My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-8-22)

Mon, 23 Aug 2010 23:11:10 -0400

My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-8-22):

pasqualestefano:

The Suicide File (1525)

Jawbreaker (622)

Worn In Red (307)

Against Me! (297)

The Weakerthans (290)

Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz

Auto “Suicide File” re-blog.

oldbookillustrations: Almonds in the hold… Walter Crane, from...

Mon, 23 Aug 2010 07:40:20 -0400

oldbookillustrations:

Almonds in the hold…

Walter Crane, from The Fairy ship, London, 1870.
Via archive.org.

oldbookillustrations: There were fifty little sailors Skipping...

Mon, 23 Aug 2010 07:39:52 -0400

oldbookillustrations:

There were fifty little sailors
Skipping o’er the deck…

Walter Crane, from The Fairy ship, London, 1870.
Via archive.org.

oldbookillustrations: The captain was a duck With a jacket on...

Mon, 23 Aug 2010 07:38:22 -0400

oldbookillustrations:

The captain was a duck
With a jacket on his back.

Walter Crane, from The Fairy ship, London, 1870.
Via archive.org.

Hank Williams - My Bucket’s Got a Hole In It Yea! My...

Sun, 22 Aug 2010 17:20:39 -0400

Hank Williams - My Bucket’s Got a Hole In It

Yea! My Bucket’s Got A Hole In It
Yea! My Bucket’s Got A Hole In It
Yea! My Bucket’s Got A Hole In It
I can’t buy no beer.

Well I’m standin’ on a corner - With a bucket in my hand
I’m waitin’ for a woman - That ain’t got no man.

Shit, Hank, you really get me, don’t you?