Monday, December 21, 2009

A&E

The sole purpose of the mediator on "Intervention" is to think of the grimiest ways to get the victim to fold...

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Help wanted.

I need a Mormon to sneak me into the LDS Kensington Temple. Who is willing??

google search




Monday, March 2, 2009

animation

i dont know who made this



sweet dreams by kirsten lepore


"Sweet Dreams" from Kirsten Lepore on Vimeo.

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Megaphone


megaphone from Melissa Romulus on Vimeo.

wednesday with our favorite toy.

20th Anniversary of "Do the Right Thing"



The best scene in the movie, still works today. It works because it is provactive, feels very truthful, and still makes us all squirm a little bit.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Sunday, February 22, 2009


BOOMBOX from Ely Kim on Vimeo.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

It's Black History Month, So Let's Talk About White People!!

Yami asked a friends opinion about our blog when we first started writing it. He said "So is it about black empowerment". It never really occurred to us how many entries were about being black. So now that we are at this crossroads we could just turn this into one of those places were we talk about "the struggle" or "the man", but according to John Stossel ever since Obama was elected that shit doesnt even exist anymore. Yay!
So we've decided to change gears in spirit of the way the world is now. Because we don't want to associated with those really militant blacks.


They yell too much and might cut your nuts off
To even out the score here is a list of our favorite white people.

1. Joe Biden: To like him, you have to hear him for yourself.

Quotes about President Obama: “I mean, you got the first mainstream African-American who is articulate and bright and clean and a nice-looking guy,” he said. “I mean, that’s a storybook, man.”




I'm not sure I can put into words why I like Joe Biden. Remember all that deep breathing he was doing during his only debate with Sarah Palin. He had to practice how to be nice. That is why he is so awesome. Joe Biden keeps it real. He's like that Dave Chappelle skit, except it hasn't gone wrong yet. And if you don't like it: You's a bitch and so's your aunt.


2. Michael Phelps and Ryan Lochte: They like rims, Lil Wayne, Young Jeezy, Grillz and they dominate their sport.


3. Robert De Niro: He is my favorite actor and because I'm a movie buff, that makes him very important to me. He's made countless amazing drama's and a handful of mediocre comedies. He's also directed two films with two common themes: the 1950's and white guys falling in love with black girls. More importantly Robert De Niro has been married twice to black women and has 7 black children.


4. Demetri Martin: He is funny.


FYI: Important Things With Demetri Martin premieres tonight on Comedy Central.

Monday, February 2, 2009

Thats A Thing That I Keep In The Back Of My Head!!

It is 3:00AM and I cannot go to sleep...Lets rummage through my parents CD collection while I try to withdraw from this inevitable brown sugar/honey high...While looking through this CD collection...and recovering from a potential diabetic-related disaster, I realized why I did not really have many friends in elementary school...besides being the girl that ate erasers and drank spinach juice, I was also a little outdated. For example, I remember asking "A" if she knew who Paul Simon was (This was during my moms "Graceland" phase) and whether she liked him...I did not get a response. That uneducated little bitch did not know that he was and still is a musical genius. Lets not get started on my Yanni phase that lasted throughout my junior year of college. Elementary school was a tough time for me. I got into fights, my older brother was definitely an informant...and I hated people.

My life from Kindergarten to 5th grade:

Kindergarten (Mrs. Hagestary): I brought carrots for the class bunny...nobody else did. What bothered me the most were the skillful negotiation tactics I had to use against my mother to get those carrots (Mom thought bunny did not deserve our human food, plus foreigners do not usually care about things like...animals.) One morning, I bring two carrots to class and begin feeding this bunny. Now, everyone wants to feed the bunny. So I begin handing out pieces of my carrot to my peers, but you know when you get to that thick end of the carrot that is hard to break (and I had underdeveloped motor skills in kindergarten...so imagine), and you have no choice but to just give that thick piece to some freeloading kindergartner. Well that's what I did. 2009 kindergartners would not take that shit...they would probably bring a gun to school and shoot Bobby Williams while preaching about meritocracy or some shit like that...I also ate ham by accident, in which my dad responded, "You might as well finish it."
Exploitation and religious betrayal

1st grade (Mrs. Youngberg): My first day of class, Mrs. Youngberg gives us a small quiz on subtraction. I fail miserably...I cry...nobody notices. Let me remind you, this is a combination class with 1st/2nd graders. So, while all the 2nd graders are blazing through the vicious math problems, us 1st graders sit there in numerical confusion. Probably went home and drowned my sorrows in sunchips and coconut flakes with Degraft. Did I mention that a homeless woman tried to steal my sunchips in Baltimore 3 years ago.
Failure and addiction to sunchips...

2nd grade (Mrs. Shoemaker): Wayne van Buren + me = Why I am Hassan Jallow's daughter, and why I got a call home later that day. Met my future sushi buddy Lina.
Militant...

3rd Grade (Mrs.Brown/Mrs. Wilkins): Mrs. Wilkins yelled at me because she mistook my kindness, of letting someone borrow my ruler, as me being a disruptive, gregarious child. Also, Alex's mom rolled up to school in a banging Camaro. Fuck you Mrs. Wilkins and your breath smelled like funions...oh yeah, you did not know that about yourself Wilkins, all the kids were talking about your breath.
Funions and Homicidal Ideation...

4th grade (Mrs. Bower/Mrs. Paeglow): Became a patrol, which was a big deal. Boy was I on a power trip that day...but "A" decided to ruin that trip by telling everyone "not to be my friend." Apparently, bringing down those who succeed was something prevalent among 4th graders. This was the year that I also learned origami in the media center, and when I began playing the violin...with my right hand that is (took some months to correct). I sounded like a loner, but guess what "A," I am the patrol of life, and you are still taking my orders while crossing my street you fucking Jezebel. Trust me, I have heard things about you "A" and Plan B should have been an option.
Crab-in-the-barrel mentality...

5th grade (Mrs. Flanagan): Promoted to Sergeant Patrol and abused my power to the fullest. This was my moment to shine and seek revenge among those who "hated" on me...and that I did. This is when I began "hating" on people, and this wonderful trait of mine has continued on today as Melissa, Mirchaye and Sasha like to remind me each-and-every day. Thanks guys. I was also one of the few kids in my class who knew how to spell "Wednesday" on our weekly spelling tests. Was this because I watched Adams Family with the caption on numerous times, or was it because 5th graders should be obligated to know how to spell Wednesday?? Also, I carpooled to MoCo youth Honors Orchestra with Kelli, which was awesome. I love you Kelli!!
Corruption and misuse of power...

The fundamental stages of life make you who you are today...a militant, agnostic, psychotic, exploiter who is addicted to sunchips (but can do without the funions) and misuses power while dragging others down with her during times of failure.

Happy Black History Month!!




ITS BLACK HISTORY MONTH




Saturday, January 31, 2009

I've always been pretty firm believer that karma does not exist. Bad things happen to good people, and good things happen to bad people. We should just treat people better. It shouldn't be because our good deeds will pay off in a week. I do believe in God, but I don't think the universe is keeping score.
However every once in a while, my theory is tested. On Tuesday I spent most of the day hunched over in my bed, because I was experiencing hell in my lower abdomen. I didn't eat anything bad. I didn't have the cha cha's and I didn't have gas. It was sharp painful spasm that was on and off for about 24 hours. I don't have health insurance so I did the next best thing. I googled it. I discovered I had problem that somehow doesn't have any useful treatments. I laid there thinking "Why me? What did I do to deserve this?"
As I walked to work on Wednesday in the snow I asked myself the same question again "What did I do?" A little montage ran through my head. The guy I saw on crying in the rain; and me laughing. I also thought of Yami and I watching video after video of people getting hit by cars. Suddenly I was on the street, hunched over again. My stomach aching; because I couldn't stop laughing.

"I've always been considered an asshole for about as long as I can remember. That's just my style." -Royal Tenenbaum from The Royal Tenebaums, 2001

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

EAT IT! you heathen


a chocolate Jesus by
artist Cosimo Cavallaro.

it was featured in an exhibition called "Chocolate Saints...Sweet Jesus". He also recently made a scary sculpture of Obama as Jesus. Oh yeah, and this ham in a bed. I dont get it either.