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EARWIGS AND WAX
EARWIGS AND WAX
EARWIGS AND WAX
EARWIGS AND WAX
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Saturday, June 7, 2008
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
The Videoband
Check out these Netherland natives. They fucking tear up remixes and make them these cyborg thrasher creatures. I love it.
heres my favorite:
Sugababes - About You Now (About The Videoband Remix)
check more out here
http://www.myspace.com/thevideoband
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Friday, April 11, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Mass Repeat
check out this kid from calgary canada.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
back
So I've been slackin' a little bit. Sorry trusty fans (duncan and mom). Here is the latest batch of joints I've been banging out.
Chew Fu and J-Cast - It Just Begun again (Solly remix)
Ric Astley - Never gonna give you up (Solly remix)
Buggles - Video Killed the Radio Star (Solly Fuck your Tv remix)
and me and Ari Gold hug it out.
Chew Fu and J-Cast - It Just Begun again (Solly remix)
Ric Astley - Never gonna give you up (Solly remix)
Buggles - Video Killed the Radio Star (Solly Fuck your Tv remix)
and me and Ari Gold hug it out.
Friday, February 15, 2008
An Open Letter to Kelvin Sampson
Here is my latest sports column for The DePauw, our student newspaper.
Kelvin, Kelvin, Kelvin. What are you doing? Are you that stupid? Another charge? Really Kelvin? Again?
You've just become the next chapter in the chronicles of Indiana University basketball problems, and it only took you a season and a half. Come on Kelvin. You just scored this great coaching job at a great basketball school in a great basketball state. For goodness' sake, they made the movie Hoosiers about this place. After your Oklahoma problems - where they found out you had made over 550 illegal recruiting calls - I thought you were done. But now look at you.
Obviously nothing has been proven yet. You might even come out of this thing clean. But my father always taught me where there's smoke, there's fire. My father also taught me that if the NCAA releases a 14-page notice of allegations accusing you of lying and cheating, you should probably just light yourself on fire.
On top of it all, your team is pretty good this season. The No. 13 Hoosiers are 20-4 and climbing the ladder. The 68-66 Wisconsin loss was just a bump in the road. You could have bounced back from that. You've got one of the best guards in the country, freshman superstar Eric Gordon, as well as senior D.J. White averaging 17.6 points and 10.6 rebounds a game. Fans were comparing your squad to the 1975-76 national championship team. IU Fans were living the dream. You woke them up with a harsh smack on the face.
So Kelvin, here's my advice to you and your bosses. Listen to Public Enemy and "Fight the powers that be." This season is important. Gordon and White will most likely both be gone next year. You need to stay on track, win some more games, make a strong standing in the tournament and push this shindig back until the season is over. Most likely you won't be at IU much longer, but while you're still there, make it count. Show the world why you were hired in the first place: because you win games. Remind the world why you won that 2002 National Association of Basketball Coaches National Coach of the Year and all of those Big 12 Tournament championships back at Oklahoma. Give us a reason to stick behind you.
Kelvin, I never have met you and don't know much about you other than your basketball statistics and the funny angry faces you make when your courtside at games, but keep fighting. Fight for recently retired Bobby Knight, who is still probably being a grumpy old man even on his yacht in the Caribbean. Fight for the state of Indiana. All they really have is your team, the Colts, the Indy 500 and an abundance of corn. But most of all, fight for all of the fans. They haven't seen a championship in 20 years and they are due. IU deserves better.
If you do this Kelvin, hopefully you'll end up like Martin Lawrence in the horrible movie Rebound and catch a gig coaching at your old middle school.
Kelvin, Kelvin, Kelvin. What are you doing? Are you that stupid? Another charge? Really Kelvin? Again?
You've just become the next chapter in the chronicles of Indiana University basketball problems, and it only took you a season and a half. Come on Kelvin. You just scored this great coaching job at a great basketball school in a great basketball state. For goodness' sake, they made the movie Hoosiers about this place. After your Oklahoma problems - where they found out you had made over 550 illegal recruiting calls - I thought you were done. But now look at you.
Obviously nothing has been proven yet. You might even come out of this thing clean. But my father always taught me where there's smoke, there's fire. My father also taught me that if the NCAA releases a 14-page notice of allegations accusing you of lying and cheating, you should probably just light yourself on fire.
On top of it all, your team is pretty good this season. The No. 13 Hoosiers are 20-4 and climbing the ladder. The 68-66 Wisconsin loss was just a bump in the road. You could have bounced back from that. You've got one of the best guards in the country, freshman superstar Eric Gordon, as well as senior D.J. White averaging 17.6 points and 10.6 rebounds a game. Fans were comparing your squad to the 1975-76 national championship team. IU Fans were living the dream. You woke them up with a harsh smack on the face.
So Kelvin, here's my advice to you and your bosses. Listen to Public Enemy and "Fight the powers that be." This season is important. Gordon and White will most likely both be gone next year. You need to stay on track, win some more games, make a strong standing in the tournament and push this shindig back until the season is over. Most likely you won't be at IU much longer, but while you're still there, make it count. Show the world why you were hired in the first place: because you win games. Remind the world why you won that 2002 National Association of Basketball Coaches National Coach of the Year and all of those Big 12 Tournament championships back at Oklahoma. Give us a reason to stick behind you.
Kelvin, I never have met you and don't know much about you other than your basketball statistics and the funny angry faces you make when your courtside at games, but keep fighting. Fight for recently retired Bobby Knight, who is still probably being a grumpy old man even on his yacht in the Caribbean. Fight for the state of Indiana. All they really have is your team, the Colts, the Indy 500 and an abundance of corn. But most of all, fight for all of the fans. They haven't seen a championship in 20 years and they are due. IU deserves better.
If you do this Kelvin, hopefully you'll end up like Martin Lawrence in the horrible movie Rebound and catch a gig coaching at your old middle school.
Friday, February 8, 2008
WHY GOD HATES THE PATRIOTS
this is is my sports column that was published in The DePauw, out student newspaper here at DPU...
Then it all became clear. The New York Giants, an NFC wild card team with an unproven running back and six losses in the regular season were sent from God to finish off the joke. Late in the fourth quarter, a miracle came in the form of two New York boys named Manning and Tyree. Eli Manning escaped the arms of the three defensive ogres and threw up a prayer to a third string receiver with only 35 receiving yards in the regular season. He caught that ball with his body stretched out as far as it could without snapping. He grabbed that ball and held on like it was holy, and for this sports writer, it surely was. People called it a miracle. Sound familiar? When Plaxico Burress caught the last touchdown to seal the deal, it was as if God was winking at me and saying, "Get it?"
It was 2002 all over again. David came up from the bottom of the barrel to beat Goliath. The unbeatable had again been beaten; the unstoppable offense had again been stopped, the guys who were supposed to dominate had been dominated. But this time, the Patriots lost! That's comedy!
God does love me and last night he showed me that all those Patriot wins over the years, all of that misery he had put me through had all been part of his elaborate plan to give us all a good laugh. Good one, God, I love you too.
Now here's an even funnier joke: The Rams being good next year.
Last night I realized something. There is a God and he loves me. During this 2007-2008 NFL season, he had me worried. What God would let the Patriots go undefeated? Why, Lord? Last night, in the magical Super Bowl XLII, he popped out from hiding, smiled and said, "Gotcha, Ben!"
In last night's epic evening, God finished a six-year joke -a cruel, painful and long joke, but the punch line was well worth waiting for. That joke was the New England Patriots.
It started with pain. On Feb. 3, 2002, the unthinkable happened: The young, underdog Patriots came into a Super Bowl that people said would be a quick and easy win. How could a starry-eyed, 23-year-old Tom Brady stand up against the unstoppable offense that was St. Louis? There was no way.
Ah, those were the good ol' days. I was just a simple, recently bar-mitzvahed 13-year-old boy. Torry Holt still had his hair, and Marshall Faulk was the talk of the town. All was well and good in St. Louis. We had a powerhouse offense led by miracle grocery store man Kurt Warner, and a solid defense led by the short, former-Div. III baller London Fletcher. We were 16-2 and averaged 32 points a game. God was good.
Then that all melted away. Tom Brady marched down the field in Super Bowl XXXVI and set up Adam Vinateri for the game winning field goal as time expired and ended our prosperous times, beating the unbeatable Rams, 20-17. People called it a miracle. Why, Lord? Why did you bestow this evil team upon me?
Years went by, and things just got worse. The evil Pats seemed to destroy everything in sight. As time drudged on, the Patriots' fingers became heavy with Super Bowl rings. By this season rolled around, my faith in the NFL had almost disappeared. My Rams were 3-13 this year with a pathetic coach and a list of injuries as long as Tom Brady's list of girlfriends.
Last night, things were at their worst. The Patriots were en route to become the best team ever to play the game. Tom Brady was dating another super model, and Randy Moss was going to dodge another charge. Evil reigned supreme.
In last night's epic evening, God finished a six-year joke -a cruel, painful and long joke, but the punch line was well worth waiting for. That joke was the New England Patriots.
It started with pain. On Feb. 3, 2002, the unthinkable happened: The young, underdog Patriots came into a Super Bowl that people said would be a quick and easy win. How could a starry-eyed, 23-year-old Tom Brady stand up against the unstoppable offense that was St. Louis? There was no way.
Ah, those were the good ol' days. I was just a simple, recently bar-mitzvahed 13-year-old boy. Torry Holt still had his hair, and Marshall Faulk was the talk of the town. All was well and good in St. Louis. We had a powerhouse offense led by miracle grocery store man Kurt Warner, and a solid defense led by the short, former-Div. III baller London Fletcher. We were 16-2 and averaged 32 points a game. God was good.
Then that all melted away. Tom Brady marched down the field in Super Bowl XXXVI and set up Adam Vinateri for the game winning field goal as time expired and ended our prosperous times, beating the unbeatable Rams, 20-17. People called it a miracle. Why, Lord? Why did you bestow this evil team upon me?
Years went by, and things just got worse. The evil Pats seemed to destroy everything in sight. As time drudged on, the Patriots' fingers became heavy with Super Bowl rings. By this season rolled around, my faith in the NFL had almost disappeared. My Rams were 3-13 this year with a pathetic coach and a list of injuries as long as Tom Brady's list of girlfriends.
Last night, things were at their worst. The Patriots were en route to become the best team ever to play the game. Tom Brady was dating another super model, and Randy Moss was going to dodge another charge. Evil reigned supreme.
Then it all became clear. The New York Giants, an NFC wild card team with an unproven running back and six losses in the regular season were sent from God to finish off the joke. Late in the fourth quarter, a miracle came in the form of two New York boys named Manning and Tyree. Eli Manning escaped the arms of the three defensive ogres and threw up a prayer to a third string receiver with only 35 receiving yards in the regular season. He caught that ball with his body stretched out as far as it could without snapping. He grabbed that ball and held on like it was holy, and for this sports writer, it surely was. People called it a miracle. Sound familiar? When Plaxico Burress caught the last touchdown to seal the deal, it was as if God was winking at me and saying, "Get it?"
It was 2002 all over again. David came up from the bottom of the barrel to beat Goliath. The unbeatable had again been beaten; the unstoppable offense had again been stopped, the guys who were supposed to dominate had been dominated. But this time, the Patriots lost! That's comedy!
God does love me and last night he showed me that all those Patriot wins over the years, all of that misery he had put me through had all been part of his elaborate plan to give us all a good laugh. Good one, God, I love you too.
Now here's an even funnier joke: The Rams being good next year.
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