i dont even really like coldplay

but this is kind of cool

http://showhype.com/video/coldplay_strawberry_swing_2/

soul power

documentary of the 1974 mega-concert in kinshasa. ridiculously funny, insightful, and touching moments from great afro-american talents of the day, including muhammad ali, don king, james brown, b.b. king, celia cruz. but i think the film is worht seeing just to see, and i stress see, the great bill withers sing this song -

"..."

etta place: butch?
butch cassidy: hmm.
etta place: do you ever wonder if i'd met you first, we'd be the ones to get involved?
butch cassidy: but we are involved, etta. don't you know that? i mean you are riding on my bicycle - in some arabian countries that's the same as being married.

song of the day (*hugs* edition)

because love isn't about who you're with or who hurt who the most. when the chips are down and their backs against the wall, you just want them to know that they are loved. and hopefully, that makes a difference.


and for those who care too much about their eardrums to actually listen to bob dylan, check out this completely beautiful rendition by adele -

i wanna watch...

Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Ooh, but I still smell her.
[inhales deeply through nose]
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Women! What can you say? Who made 'em? God must have been a fuckin' genius. The hair... They say the hair is everything, you know. Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls... just wanted to go to sleep forever? Or lips... and when they touched, yours were like... that first swallow of wine... after you just crossed the desert. Tits. Hoo-ah! Big ones, little ones, nipples staring right out at ya, like secret searchlights. Mmm. Legs. I don't care if they're Greek columns... or secondhand Steinways. What's between 'em... passport to heaven. I need a drink. Yes, Mr Sims, there's only two syllables in this whole wide world worth hearing: pussy. Hah! Are you listenin' to me, son? I'm givin' ya pearls here.

lyrics of the day

now who can stop the music runnin through these veins
infinitely go against the grain, that's why my motto's to..

never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...

-the roots ft. raphael saadiq (what they do)

da art...

all these lebron/kobe puppet commercials got me reminiscing about the greatest puppet collaboration of all time. enjoy.

my quotes

very simply. i don't NEED you.
i need food.
i need water.
i need air.
i need shelter.
i want you. i desire you. i CHOSE you.
and that is so much better than needing you could ever possibly be.

in the event you care...

cuz i sure as shit don't...

i do believe i'm beginning to develop a man crush on lebron james

when asked tuesday if lebron's the only player who can stop lebron, he responded humbly.

at first.

"uhhh, i don't want to say that," he answered, before pausing and searching for an explanation that just wasn't there.

then, realizing that the politically correct answer might just sound absurd, he said, "yeah, i will say that."

-as written by espn's chris broussard (well he used capital letters where correct grammar dictated. but cool people don't adhere to such silly rules.)

nba basketball is fun again

my quotes

"life is best enjoyed by simply enjoying it"

pun intended

espn breaking news

always amusing when a guy named blount gets arrested for marijuana possession. my favorite part is the judge's response to corie blount's claim that 29lbs. of pot was for personal use - "Cheech and Chong would have had a hard time smoking that much." judge craig hedric, you are a funny man.

lyrics of the day (loud music makes me feel better edition)

one light, one mind
flashing in the dark
blinded by the silence
of a thousand broken hearts
"for cryin' out loud" she
screamed unto me
"A free-for-all,
fuck 'em all,
you are your own sight"

-greenday(minority)

lyrics of the day

there's so many times i've let you down
so many times i've played around
i tell you now, they don't mean a thing
every place i go, i'll think of you
every song i sing, i'll sing for you
when i come back, i'll bring your wedding ring

- john denver (leaving on a jet plane)