suicideblonde:

mudwerks:

TYWKIWDBI: Canadians respond to the hockey loss

U.S. wins 5-3 in Olympic hockey prelim.  Canada wins in health care.

THIS.

juliasegal:

beautyandmadness:(via lovegifs)

They don’t work on water…duh.

yearslater:

HARVEST by haroshi “Skate & Destroy” Exhibition

haroshi repurposes old skate decks and turns them into art.

noahkai:

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indieandyy:

Throwback Thursday: the day I drove past a Delorean and the motion of our cars made the image look like it really was on it’s way Back to the Future.

Awesome.

borderlineinsanity:

Miles Davis

For decades, trumpet player Miles Davis was the living definition of cool. “Miles was regal,” says legendary saxophonist Sonny Rollins. “The music, the clothes, the hair, the physique. He was the complete package.” Davis’s music and sartorial choices were outward expressions of the inner man. He believed that the notes you don’t play are as important as the ones you do. It was an ethos that carried over to the clothes he wore. Up until the late 1960s, when he started merging jazz with rock ’n’ roll, Miles favored three-piece suits by Brooks Brothers and worked with a New York City tailor to create a style all his own: jackets that were cut in one piece, with only two seams—under the sleeves and down the jacket sides—no chest pocket or padding in the shoulders, and notch lapels that rolled down to a single button. Davis best described his style in his autobiography, Miles, when he said, “I was clean as a motherfucker.”

Via GQ 50 Most Stylish men of the past 50 Years

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darrenandthemachine:

The Boston Molasses Disaster

At the turn of the 20th century there stood a large, outdoor vat of molasses on the North End of Boston, MA.  It was fifteen feet high, and 90 feet in diameter.  It held over 2,300,000 gallons of molasses.

During World War I, this molasses was used for munitions but as came to a close the owners of this large vat had to find another way to make money off of it.  It just so happened that Prohibition would soon become a reality.  So it would make sense to stockpile all the alcohol you could before it became illegal to sell the “demon alcohol” at it just so happened that molasses is great for making liquor.

This was all well and good, except for the fact that the tank was shoddily built.  It had numerous leaks and was, in fact, painted brown to hide these leaks.  People would actually come up to the tank with jars if they were running out of molasses because it was so readily available at the neighborhood molasses tank.

The other problem was that it often made ominous rumbling sounds.  The owners hired a night guard who had the job checking on the tank at night to see if it had exploded.

On January 15, 1919 the tank exploded.  The ominous rumbling was louder than ever and then the sound of machine guns filled the air (it was the rivets and other metal popping off the tank).  Then the explosion was heard and if you were outside in the area, you were pretty much screwed.

A shockwave from the explosion knocked everyone in the area to the ground and then just as they were getting up it came back knocking them down again.  At that point they may have noticed the wave of molasses coming at them.  If you’ve heard the phrase “slow as molasses” then it might surprise you that this 15 foot wave that was 167 feet wide moved at 35 miles per hour.

The wave enveloped people and knocked down buildings.  27 people died and 110 were injured. Then there was the issue that they had to clean everything up, and if you know anything about molasses it’s hard to clean up the tiniest of spills as its so very sticky.  It took almost 87,000 man hours to clean up the mess. It cost over $6 million dollars to repair all the damages.

Today, almost 100 years later, some say that on very hot days in North Boston the faint smell of molasses lingers.

I love this story

noahkai:

-hbnast:

cristinaxp:coolhwip:ploa:justbreathestrengthisallyouneed:ficolovesfico:fuckyeahladygaga:Submitted by mattrobby

Okay I was gonna write this while linking to a video but I’ll put it here.

I’ve finally decided to listen to LG after realizing awhile ago that I’ve been listening to “Poker Face” at work for about a year and not even noticing. So I looked up the video on youtube and the lyrics as well because I couldn’t understand half of what she was singing over the damn P.A. system at work. And so after watching her video I’ve come to this personal opinion about her…

She is a great singer, I can see why everyone likes her, the lyrics to “Poker Face” were pretty good and her voice is wonderful. But, and there is always a but, to me her video was way over done. I mean wow, the dancing was to me nothing special, it didn’t fit with the music, and overall it just didn’t seem interesting to watch. I would actually like to see her in something normal instead of whatever she decided to cover herself in, be it some damn dress that does cover her face and make her look like something from Silent Hill. To me she doesn’t need to look that way at all, her voice and music is all she needs to be great. Yeah I know she may make herself look like that because she doesn’t give a shit, but that’s the reason why I didn’t pay attention to her until now.

So to recap:

• Her music (I still need to look up other stuff) is pretty good.
• Her appearance is eh.

*Waits for the follower counter to drop*

(via borderlineinsanity)

borderlineinsanity:

Sean Connery

All the actors who’ve inhabited the role of James Bond have enjoyed the trappings of style—killing bad guys in Savile Row bespoke—but only one of them can truly be said to have style. (And no, we’re not talking about George Lazenby.) Sean Connery is still the yardstick by which all other Bonds are measured—the arched eyebrow, the dry wolfish smile. But we at GQ think it mostly has to do with the way he moved. It only looked effortless: Before he was cast in Dr. No, Connery was an ardent student of the Swedish movement teacher Yat Malmgren, whose book on body technique became Connery’s bible. That’s how the former bricklayer from a hardscrabble section of Edinburgh learned to walk with (in one observer’s memorable phrase) “the threatening grace of a panther on the prowl.” Read it as a gloss on his penchant for violence or his sexual prowess: It works both ways.

via GQ’s 50 most Stylish men of the past 50 years.