has anybody seen this movie?

as i lay on this bed recovering, i received a link:

http://zeitgeistmovie.com/

has anybody seen this? i mean ALL of it! what do you guys think? this shit's fucked up!

testing

Lemmiwinks – Vampiros

Those of you who have girlfriends or are girly Foodtv watching men like me may have seen this show... Japanese Version does in fact Rule

Iron Chef Boyardee
Our man Sietsema opens up a can of worms
by Robert Sietsema
February 19th, 2008 12:00 AM
Village Voice



About a year ago, a friend called to say he'd scored a pair of tickets to a taping of Iron Chef America. His company provides cookware used on the show, so it was possible for me to go as a guest without revealing my identity.

That, I figured, was an important consideration. I had been told that the Food Network threatened anyone who attended with a million-dollar fine if they revealed anything about the episode before it aired. But there are no worries now; the episode finally showed up on TV a couple of weeks ago, and it only confirmed what I'd realized as I sat in the audience last year:

Iron Chef America is more bogus than even I had imagined.

In case you've been living under a rock for the last decade or so, here's how the show works: Three chefs—dubbed "Iron Chefs" by some unseen but absolute authority—are called out for cooking contests by upstarts. Each episode is a one-hour duel between a challenger and an Iron Chef in which about five dishes are prepared from scratch, supposedly using ingredients heaped in sumptuous display upon a pair of trestle tables. Each contest focuses on a main ingredient, which is revealed for the first time at the beginning of the show. The contest takes place in a television studio grandly dubbed Kitchen Stadium.

The televised hour is filled with much rushing back and forth against a backdrop of learned discourse and puckish observation from commentators as the dishes are cooked and assembled. Each chef has a pair of sous chefs working under him; we are led to believe that these teams invent their recipes on the spot in an amazing display of culinary creativity. At the end of the hour-long contest, the dishes are rushed to a panel of three judges, who taste them, make studied quips, and then score the collection for taste (10 points), appearance (5 points), and originality in use of the secret ingredient (5 points). Each judge is thus responsible for 20 points of the score. Whoever scores the most points out of 60 is the winner.

We arrived at the ground-floor lobby at the designated time, 8:30 a.m., to find a room full of fidgeting guests sipping Fijianese bottled water. My friend was typical of the live audience that the show attracts, which includes publicists, sponsors, cookbook editors, and other culinary hangers-on. Iron Chef America is one of the few shows that originates in the Food Network's Chelsea headquarters on the West Side of Manhattan (others have included Emeril and Rachael Ray), and it's the most ambitious production the network undertakes. At 8:45, we were given numbers and ushered into a freight elevator, but before we zoomed up to the sixth-floor studio, the big doors on the other side of the car opened unexpectedly, and we were treated to a view of the loading dock and the overpowering smell of rotting garbage. It was an inauspicious start.

Kitchen Stadium is a large studio with twirling spotlights pointing down from the ceiling. It had banks of fog machines and identical parallel kitchen set-ups for the two contestants: range tops, convection ovens, food processors, blenders, refrigerators, and ranks of miscellaneous kitchenware neatly assembled—all of it gleaming, as if newly purchased, or at least newly donated. There was a pair of supply tables lushly appointed with vegetables, fruits, and spices in clear plastic containers. Food Network employees scurried around like Oompa-Loompas in matching denim blouses, and one severe-looking gal with her glasses down her nose seemed perpetually engaged in keeping an inventory of the ingredients on the tables, scurrying out of the way when the cameras pointed in her direction.

The studio also contained a raised dais for the three judges and a podium for Alton Brown, the kooky and well-spoken commentator who offers factual observations about the ingredients as the show unfolds, and generally provides a running commentary as he poses behind twin monitors that let him examine the dishes being prepared via one of several omniscient cameras that pan around the set. His favorite shtick involves referring to the cameras in the ceiling as if they were operated by monkeys. The joke goes something like this: "Monkey Camera No. 9—zoom in on that plate of turnip greens so we can see it better. Somebody, please give that monkey a reward!" Alton adds zing to the show. He is assisted in his efforts by Kevin Brauch, the Canadian host of The Thirsty Traveler, who leaps into the action on the cooking floor, gathering grunted interviews from the participants and seeking answers to questions posed by Alton.

As we entered Kitchen Stadium, a nearly impenetrable fog swirled around us—the kind that normally bedevils sailors. Our first thought: "My God, they've really burned something." The audience wrangler—a female dressed entirely in black, and whose black ponytail tumbled over a black fur collar, like a character out of de Sade—treated us like blind people, helping us over the snaking black cables that ran between pieces of equipment, then finally seating us at a bleacher in a dark corner. There was a similar bleacher on the other side of the room. Together, they held about 30 spectators.

As far as I could tell from the monitors, it didn't matter where the guests sat, since you can't see their faces anyway, enveloped as they were in fog. Only occasionally did a sweeping shot reveal the vague characters on the edges of the room, intended to make it seem like the stadium is thronged. As a TV viewer, I was under the impression that the fog was used only at the start of the show, but the fog machines kept cranking throughout the taping, concealing all sorts of details the network might not want you to see. As the taping progressed, we felt more and more like we were viewing the scene in The Wizard of Oz when Toto pulls aside the curtain and the wizard's tricks are revealed.

The taping began promptly at 9 a.m., with the first hour spent making shots of the challenger, the Iron Chef, and the Chairman. The latter is a character left over from the original Japanese series who doesn't have much to do in this version of the show, except to reveal the secret main ingredient with a wild-eyed shout. He also provide segues and arm thrustings here and there. In the original series, this character made more sense: Wasn't he the rich guy sponsoring the gladiatorial game show? The current Chairman—Mark Dacascos—is a minor martial-arts actor who claims to be a nephew of the original Chairman on the Japanese show, an assertion that's not difficult to disprove.

Nevertheless, he is always deferentially addressed by the director and other production people as "The Chairman" rather than by his actual name. Other early shots are also attended by eruptions of fog. We soon found out why.

As the cameras rolled, we saw three raised platforms at the end of the studio, one for each of the Iron Chefs: Mario Batali, Bobby Flay, and Masaharu Morimoto. ("Hey, where's the female Iron Chef?" one of the spectators murmured, noting that Cat Cora, a fixture of the 2005 and 2006 seasons, was nowhere to be seen.) The Iron Chefs posed on their raised pedestals enveloped by fog. Up bound the challenger, chef Fortunato Nicotra of Manhattan's Felidia, a restaurant that has recently been awarded a very rare three stars by The Times' Frank Bruni. He screwed up his face, stroked his chin, and examined all three chefs. This was the point at which he apparently decided which chef to challenge.

But despite the fog, it was obvious that his decision was far from spontaneous. The choice of Iron Chef had clearly been made much earlier, because two of the Iron Chefs standing on the pedestals in roiling clouds of fog were out-and-out imposters. One wore Batali's signature jams and orange plastic clogs, but jeez—this guy had more hair than Mario and was way fatter, with jiggling, pendulous breasts and a waterfall of fat at the gut level. He was like a parody of Mario, but he played the part with commendable swagger. The Flay impersonator had Bobby's nose, but a weaker brow and a slighter frame. He seemed reconciled to his sad lot as chef stand-in and wore a hangdog look on his raised platform as Morimoto and the faux Batali posed impatiently, while shots were fussily taken and retaken. A couple of audience members discreetly laughed into their handkerchiefs, perhaps worried about being thrown out for copping to the deception. (Nicotra's wife, Shelly, told the Voice that her husband didn't want to comment about the show or the observations that are made in this article.)

After the chef doubles dismounted the pedestals and skulked off, a tired-looking Morimoto—who blinked incessantly and looked bored by the whole proceeding—posed next to the challenger, with the Chairman between them like a boxing referee. The climax of the establishing shots was the revelation of the contest's main ingredient, which the chefs were expected to use in most of their courses. Heaped on a table, the mystery ingredient—supposedly unknown at this point to the chefs, judges, and Alton Brown—was concealed behind a panel featuring crossed cleavers. A stage-manager type called for more fog as the panel was raised and the product revealed: In this case, it was six handsome three-pound kanpachis, silvery fish heaped on ice. The cameras took innumerable porny shots from every angle—some of just the heads, others of tails—to be edited later. It was apparent that the clear-eyed fish were the real stars of the show.

At this point, the cry "Quiet on the set!" went up, because the actual contest was about to commence. We all sat expectantly on the edge of our seats. The wrangler handed out our last bottles of Fiji water and offered to take us on one last trip to the bathroom. The sous chefs crouched like high-school sprinters, ready to run up and grab the fish. An alarm went off and the battle between Iron Chef Morimoto and Challenger Nicotra began.

The audience watched, enthralled, for the first few minutes. But soon, the profound difference between the show as seen by millions of home viewers and the much longer taping as seen by a handful of studio guests became apparent. On the edited show, Kitchen Stadium is the scene of frenetic activity, with the shots carefully selected to make it seem as if the participants are running around at full speed. There is extreme urgency in their every movement, as chefs and sous chefs jog between appliances, prep areas, and larders. "How will they be able to finish up all the dishes in the allotted time?" is the question that dogs the viewer the most.

Several things slowly dawned on us as we watched the taping. The participants went about their tasks methodically but unhurriedly, as if they had all the time in the world. There was none of the huddling and dialogue among team members that we expected, even though they had to develop a menu from scratch using an unknown ingredient. Like a lightbulb coming on over our heads, we realized that the chefs had known the identity of the main ingredient all along, just as they had known ahead of time which Iron Chef would be paired with the challenger. How else to explain the utter nonchalance displayed by the sous chefs, who fetched ingredients and blended them; toasted, fried, and roasted them; then plated them like they were enjoying a relaxing holiday in the country. The Food Network has admitted as much, saying in the past that the contestants are given a short list of possible secret ingredients ahead of time so the reveal isn't a total surprise. But I wonder if that list is really longer than one or two items.

It became obvious that, knowing the main ingredient all along, the chefs had developed a series of recipes the way chefs normally do—through ideation and experimentation, trying and discarding recipes before settling on the collection they intended to make during the show. Hence the self-assurance and lack of mistakes that we saw unfolding before us. We'd been promised moments of brilliant creativity, but what we saw were drones going about their appointed tasks with well-tested recipes, while swooping cameras, flashing lights, smog, and frantic commentary on the part of Alton, the judges, and the floor reporter distracted us from the true nature of the situation. This was no contest—it was a culinary fait accompli. How hard could it be for three chefs, recipes in hand and some ingredients pre-prepped, to turn out five dishes in an hour? It would be a cakewalk for any true professional.

At one point, with only minutes in the real-time hour to go, one of Nicotra's sous chefs—an attractive and poised brunette named Lara—was seen kneeling next to the ingredient table, stacking and restacking the spice jars so that the one she had used would fit perfectly back in the shelf. Urgency, indeed! Meanwhile, an omniscient and vaguely Japanese-sounding female voice counted out the minutes remaining in the contest, which ended in a blaze of flashing strobes and frenzied commentary. Then the entire operation went slack. I expected the dishes to be whisked over to the judges for tasting, but where were the judges? The finished concoctions—many involving raw fish—languished on a side board as the judges ambled around and production people wiped their brows and relaxed. At one point, one of the judges—Queer Eye guy Ted Allen—strolled over to our bleachers and chatted up the guests like he was running for political office.

There were still three hours left in the taping. What could possibly take up the rest of the time? I wondered. Though they clearly weren't invented during the show, the roster of dishes was impressive. I'll recount them based on what I could see from the bleachers, but don't expect my descriptions to be particularly accurate, since I never came close to the food, and the information provided to the spectators was incomplete and sometimes contradictory—all misinformation and false descriptions on the part of the commentators could later be fixed in the editing room.

I sat worrying about how fresh the dishes would taste to the judges, who seemed in no hurry to get the judging started. Eventually, after 45 minutes or so, they took their seats for the next part of the taping: Kelly Choi, the statuesque host of local TV show Eat Out New York, wearing an astonishing quantity of make-up; John J. Nihoff, who is described on the Food Network's website as "Professor of Gastronomy" at the Culinary Institute of America, though the institute's website styles him an associate professor of liberal arts; and Ted Allen. It was announced to the audience that the tasting of dishes for each chef would take about 45 minutes, and, I wondered, wouldn't this give the Iron Chef—whose dishes would be tasted first—a tremendous advantage?

I'd felt that Morimoto had something of an advantage all along. The judges were seated much closer to Morimoto's kitchen area, and the lion's share of the comments being made by Alton, Kevin Brauch, and the judges seemed to be about Morimoto's dishes. Meanwhile, the efforts of the challenger on the opposite side of the room garnered far less attention. As the evaluating began, Morimoto was directed to stand next to the judges and give a short introduction to each dish, which was shot from different angles, then ostentatiously tasted by each member of the panel. All the comments from the judges were overwhelmingly positive and fairly nonspecific, as if they really didn't have much to say. As a restaurant critic, I was infuriated that the comments were so adulatory and repetitive. As the dishes were presented one by one, with much fuss made over each, I noticed activity on Morimoto's kitchen set. Then it dawned on me: In most cases, the recipes were being executed a second time for the judges, mostly by the sous chefs, but with help from the Oompa-Loompas. I was shocked. If the actual dishes produced during the contest weren't being tasted, the competitive validity of the whole show was further undermined: What was the point of the race if the dishes were casually recooked for judging an hour later?

From Morimoto came a simple kanpachi tempura served with doctored ketchup; a finely minced kanpachi tartare with dabs of five colorful garnishes that looked particularly delicious; a partly cooked sashimi with freshly grated green wasabi; a fish rubbed with five-spice powder, roasted whole while suspended from hooks in the convection oven—which provided a great visual, and elicited sardonic quips from Alton, who seems to have a taste for S&M (the quips didn't appear in the final edit); seared kanpachi with daikon in braising liquid; and a kanpachi rice dish with raw egg yolk and shreds of nori. As portions of the whole fish were served, Morimoto grabbed a white truffle from his pocket and ostentatiously grated it over the top of each serving. Hey, anything would taste better with fiendishly expensive white truffle grated over it! And the truffle never appeared on the table of raw materials, of course. Were they afraid an Oompa-Loompa might filch it?

Several of Nicotra's dishes were based on an odd fish-and-mascarpone mousse. In order, they were: a "saketini" served in a small martini glass; a tour de force tasting platter with several small dishes, such as fish-mousse crostini, raw fish crudo served on a warmed cedar plank (and flinging off a woodsy odor), and a California roll substituting bread for rice; seared kanpachi with fennel salad in yellow-tomato vinaigrette, goosed with a bizarrely expensive 25-year-old balsamic (which also didn't come from the table); the same mousse wrapped in alternating slices of potato and sweet potato like an enchilada, and rolled inside a slice of speck skewered with a single piece of black squid-ink spaghetti; a dome of fish concealing a mozzarella motherlode dabbed with a white chowder sauce flavored with razor clams; and—most impressive of all—a roasted kanpachi tail served on a thick tile of pink Himalayan salt, sided with a bottle of single-estate virgin olive oil. The last two ingredients clearly never saw the surface of the ingredients table, either, and were further proof of the predeveloped state of the recipes and foreknowledge of the main ingredient.

The two hours of judging were a colossal bore, and several of the guests found ways of sneaking away. The only thing that kept me there was seeing who won. It was clear to me that in both enthusiasm, creativity, and raw talent, the challenger should have been the winner. Morimoto deployed recipes that seemed left over from the Nobu era; Nicotra took more chances. Need I mention that the "secret ingredient" was one that tremendously favored the Iron Chef? I should have had a premonition of the result from the judges' commentary. Ted Allen had made two pointedly negative observations about Nicotra's dishes, and had been overwhelmingly positive about everything Morimoto had done. The other two judges had been positive about nearly everything.

When the champion was announced, Morimoto prevailed. As I watched the show one year later, I learned that the contest had been a rout, with Morimoto receiving 59 of 60 points, including a perfect 20 for taste. Poor Nicotra got only 51 points; he hadn't even come close. That afternoon in the studio, Iron Chef Morimoto stood impassively to receive his award, as if he couldn't wait to get the hell out of there. The audience was never given the actual scores. Instead, it was ushered out immediately and unceremoniously, since a second Iron Chef contest was about to be taped.

genio del rock

GOBIERNO REVELA SUS INFORMES DE INTELIGENCIA
‘El Suntracs tiene un plan desestabilizador’
Las conexiones entre el movimiento obrero y los grupos chavistas. Ya hay un nombre: Bossi

Julio Villalobos
jvillalobos@estrelladepanama.com

Al margen de sus reivindicaciones obreras, el Sindicato Único de Trabajadores de la Construcción y Similares (Suntracs) y sus organizaciones afines tienen como objetivo un plan desestabilizador. Esa es la conclusión a la que ha llegado la inteligencia gubernamental, la que presentó recientemente a un grupo de directores de medios de comunicación social del país.

Aunque no se afirma categóricamente, la investigación también pone al descubierto una relación entre el Suntracs y Fernando Bossi, un argentino-venezolano que es el secretario de organización del Congreso Bolivariano de los Pueblos. Esta organización fue creada en Caracas, en 2004, tiene capítulos en toda América Latina y cuenta con el apoyo del Gobierno de la República Bolivariana de Venezuela. Bossi entra y sale del país a cada rato, de acuerdo con fuentes oficiales.

Como se sabe, el gobierno de Chávez es señalado por varios países por financiar grupos afines a su pensamiento político. Así ocurrió en Perú con Ollanta Umala y más recientemente con el FMLN, en El Salvador.

El plan desestabilizador, según las investigaciones gubernamentales, consiste en realizar protestas en las vías más importantes de la ciudad capital y del interior del país so pretexto de exigir sus reivindicaciones. Y como este movimiento obrero tiene células en otros sectores, planean manifestaciones al unísono con lo que logran mayor efectividad.

El fundamento detrás de toda esta estrategia “bien orquestada” consiste en la toma del poder, porque este movimiento obrero rechaza el sistema político-económico actual y lo pretende cambiar por un sistema en donde no exista propiedad privada. La reunión con los directores de medios se realizó el viernes pasado en el Palacio de las Garzas y fue dirigida por el segundo vicepresidente Rubén Arosemena.

We got Death Stah! We got Death Stah!

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I can't believable, the video...

made by bloke and charlie briceño, pretty cool!

Mover over Rat, time for some real entertainment!

felices carnavales...

Received this link from an unidentified source...

Miss Parker vs. Sybian

Can't we just all get along?

I think geeks and non-geeks can relate to this one.

why is it so hard to make a t-shirt?

con este font



y uno de estos diseños...

I'm gonna live forever!

A good argument with your spouse could be just what the doctor ordered.
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Preliminary results from a survey of married couples suggest that disputing husbands and wives who hold in their anger die earlier than expressive couples.

"When couples get together, one of their main jobs is reconciliation about conflict," said researcher Ernest Harburg, professor emeritus with the University of Michigan School of Public Health and Psychology Department. "Usually nobody is trained to do this. If they have good parents, they can imitate, that's fine, but usually the couple is ignorant about the process of resolving conflict."

So while conflict is inevitable, the critical matter is how couples resolve it.

"The key matter is, when the conflict happens, how do you resolve it?" Harburg said. "When you don't, if you bury your anger, and you brood on it and you resent the other person or the attacker, and you don't try to resolve the problem, then you're in trouble."

The findings add to past research showing that the release of anger can be healthy. For instance, one study revealed when people are angry they tend to make better decisions, perhaps because this emotion triggers the brain to ignore irrelevant cues and focus on the meat of the matter. Individuals who express anger might also have a sense of control and optimism over a situation, according to another past study.

Bottled anger adds to stress, which tends to shorten lives, many studies show.

In the current study, the authors suggest a combination of factors to explain the higher mortality for couples who don't express their anger. These include "mutual anger suppression, poor communication (of feelings and issues) and poor problem-solving with medical consequences," they write in the January issue of the Journal of Family Communication.

Over a 17-year period, Harburg and his colleagues studied 192 married couples in which spouses ranged in age from 35 to 69, focusing on aggressive behavior considered unfair or undeserved by the person being "attacked." Harburg said that if an attack is viewed as fair, the victim doesn't tend to get angry.

Based on the participants' anger-coping responses to hypothetical situations, Harburg placed couples into one of four categories: both partners express their anger; the wife expresses anger; the husband communicates anger while the other suppresses; and both the husband and wife brood and suppress their anger.

The researchers found that 26 couples, meaning 52 individuals, were suppressors in which both partners held in their anger. Twenty-five percent of the suppressors died during the study period compared with about 12 percent for the other remaining couples.

In 27 percent of the suppressor couples, one member of the couple died during the study period, and in 23 percent of those couples, both died during the study period. That's compared to only 6 percent of couples where both spouses died in the remaining three groups combined. Only 19 percent in the remaining three groups combined saw one partner die during the study period.

The results held even when other health factors were accounted for, including age, smoking, weight, blood pressure, bronchial problems, breathing and cardiovascular risk.

Harburg said the results are preliminary, and his team is now collecting 30-year follow-up data. He expects the follow-up to show almost double the death rate compared with the preliminary findings.

Need some new Hardware

Fo' real.





Yo da Rat, why don't you post me a link to some kickass custom made computer for me. Like, build it and link me the end result.

Lemmiwinks: The Game

Si el cooler de katia ta leve and you need time to kill at work, try this game que me encontré por ahi (actually buscando mi propia banda en google - weak). Tienes que guiar a Lemmiwinks out of Mr. Slaves ass, naturally, which is not gay at all...like the band...

http://www.comedycentral.com/games/action_arcade/lemmiwinks.jhtml

Watch out for those tight intestine walls!

Bluehillorrism

youtube sucks

These guys have no flexibility

My video looks crappy on my computer... what's wrong?

Most video compression is lossy, i.e. it operates on the premise that much of the data present before compression is not necessary for achieving good perceptual quality. For example, DVDs use a video coding standard called MPEG-2 that can compress ~2 hours of video data by 15 to 30 times while still producing a picture quality that is generally considered high quality for standard-definition video. Video compression, like data compression, is a tradeoff between disk space, video quality and the cost of hardware required to decompress the video in a reasonable time. However, if the video is overcompressed in a lossy manner, visible (and sometimes distracting) compression artifacts can appear.

A compression artifact (or artefact) is the result of an aggressive data compression scheme applied to an image, audio, or video that discards some data which is determined by an algorithm to be of lesser importance to the overall content but which is nonetheless discernible and objectionable to the user. Artifacts in time-dependent data such as audio or video are often a result of the latent error in lossy data compression.

Technically speaking, a compression artifact is a particular class of data error that is usually the consequence of quantization in lossy data compression. Where transform coding is used, they typically assume the form of one of the basis functions of the coder's transform space.

Compression artifacts occur in many common media such as DVDs, common computer file formats such as JPEG, MP3, or MPEG files, and Sony's ATRAC compression algorithm. Uncompressed media (such as on Laserdiscs, Audio CDs, and WAV files) or losslessly compressed media (FLAC, PNG, etc.) do not suffer from compression artifacts unless they were encoded from a compressed source.

I wonder if this applies to Final Cut files saved on common media such as Maxell DVD-R's? I love wikipedia!
...and I'm bored...

The Rat, fuck your expresso machine, you need this

Actually I still want your machine

NDS users! bow to your sensei!

you must get this... now...

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000ZLTKBO/ref=cm_cr_pr_product_top

"...this little card allows you to do amazing things with your Nintendo DS (any version). Such things as reading e-books, watching videos, listening to mp3s, viewing pictures, running homebrew games/applications and most of all running copied commercial games. Yes, you will never have to BUY another Nintendo DS game if you own this little piece of magic..."

Scotch Mist

Spygate, Shady Brady and Bill Belicheat

Blues found these, but since he's pulling a Blues, I guess I'll post it, enjoy!
(*If you dont like foozball you probably wont like the videos as much, peace!)

8 days no posts?

did the rat go back to china?
i'm the worst post-er of all time so i'll leave it up to you guys to keep me entertained at work.
BIEN!

-da yanks-

Guys, don't forget to buy toilet paper

And merry X-mas by the way

adivinen quien es este poe...

Dear Rat

any way we can pull off a shot like this for the video on sunday?

happy birthday da ratlovin

Cocaine Plus!

El Apartamento de Eddie

even better!

john lennon la bota!

hey yo da rat!

mr. rat,

is there ANY way you can find out about recording at yer house? Tamos ready to record y tu casa rocks, si no, en el estudio que chucha, pero want to make sure.

esta es la proxima banda que traemos a panama!

there's a whole series of these on youtube! estos foquines argentinos tan descocados!

pa beni

New Years????

Buenas gente, quería saber si alguien tiene planes para año nuevo, o una casa del carajo donde se pueda ir *hint: Rat's house in Taboga or Boquete, Poti: Punta Barco, Blue: Taboga*

Otra opción que estaba considerando was goin camping to la Yeguada or something o alquilar derepente un hotel en Boquete. (Una cabañita de las de tedman would be awesome!).

Si alguien tiene ideas, o tiene planos, o no puede participar en las festividadeds, por favor haganmelo saber. Necesito saber cuanta gente esta interesada para ver que planea. Coñññño Fuckin Activities Coordinator:

Peace!

Help Your favorite band by chosing their shirt design!

Bill O'Reilly!

super mario

test

sirve?

lemmiwinks, kings of controversy

somebody made this flyer...



and people commented:



and commented:

Scary Drunken Americans and the End of Civilization

Exposure at Propa.com

Amazon debuts digital book reader - bbc.com

Online retailer Amazon has unveiled an own-brand wireless electronic book reader called Kindle.
The paperback-sized device is on sale immediately in the US for $399 (£195). It can store up to 200 books in its onboard memory.

Kindle does not need a PC to be loaded with books, blogs or papers - instead content arrives via wireless.

Amazon said 90,000 books, including bestsellers priced at $9.99, were available for Kindle at launch.

New addition
"We've been working on Kindle for more than three years," said Amazon boss Jeff Bezos in a statement.

"Our top design objective was for Kindle to disappear in your hands -- to get out of the way -- so you can enjoy your reading," he said.

Content is delivered to the device via the EVDO wireless network - this could limit the gadget's overseas appeal as the technology is not widely used outside North America.

Owners of a Kindle do not have to pay to use this wireless network, Amazon pays the access costs and only charges for any content downloaded to the reader.

Amazon changed its homepage to promote KindleAmazon said it took less than a minute to download a book via this network to the Kindle. Newspapers, blogs and magazines that owners have subscribed to are automatically updated on the gadget.

The memory can be boosted by using SD cards but Amazon will keep back up copies of any and every book purchased for Kindle so they can always be re-loaded on the device.

It has a low power digital ink screen and can last 30 hours between recharges.

Those buying a Kindle gets an associated e-mail address so if that person is sent Word documents or PDF files, these are converted for reading on the device.

The keyboard on the device lets people annotate and make notes on documents and send messages.

The Kindle also has buttons that link it directly to the Oxford American Dictionary and Wikipedia.

Amazon is not the first company to produce an e-book reader. Many other companies have tried similar devices but all have failed to win over large numbers of customers.

In early November, Sony released the second version of its Reader that also sports a digital ink screen. The first version of the Reader was criticised because of the restrictive digital rights management system it used.

Also this month, Epson Seiko showed off a prototype e-reader only three millimetres thick. There are no announcements about when, or if, that gadget will go on sale.

For the Meña

Boyz II Men's Motown: A Journey Through Hitsville U.S.A.
New Jack Swingers come to the end of the road
by Lex Benaim

Boyz II Men have sold 90 million albums. The only artists with similarly stratospheric sales—Elvis, Bob Marley, the Beatles—are icons, but the Boyz radiate pure banality. In their prime, the Philly quartet (now down to a trio) wore its inoffensiveness like a strapless sundress: Their zero-danger sweaters-and-spectacles image inevitably drove critics crazy, and it didn't help that the classic groups they called to mind—the Temptations, in particular—oozed the emotional credibility they sorely lacked. But let us at least admit that the group's early singles offer pure, enduring pleasure: The "plaintive, bluesy harmonies beneath Motown melodies" formula never failed them—except on the album tracks—and "Motownphilly" is as good a '90s pop song as any not written by their pervert-genius antithesis, R. Kelly. (They wrote "I'll Make Love to You"; he wrote "I'm Fucking You Tonight.")

Now, Boyz II Men offer us a late-career covers album, Rod Stewart–style. On A Journey Through Hitsville, they offer pleasant but utterly unremarkable versions of some of the best pop songs of all time—"Tracks of My Tears," "Mercy Mercy Me," and "Just My Imagination (Running Away with Me)." Admittedly, their a cappella version of Stevie Wonder's "Ribbon in the Sky" is lush with harmony and rather beautiful. But ultimately, Hitsville's unrelenting smoothness verges on kitsch and quickly becomes grating. And really, shouldn't Boyz II Men spend more time waxing nostalgic over their own sound? Is it too soon to call for a revival of the New Jack Swing? Recall "Poison" by cohorts Bell Biv Devoe: catchy melody, dissonant harmony, and a fake snare that sounds like a landed punch in a boxing video game. Surely this deserves at least an ironic hipster revival.

These lyrics are fantastic!

El Gallinazo

El gallinazo, el gallinazo
Crea fama y acuéstate a dormir
El gallinazo, el gallinazo
Ten cuidado, no te acuestes a dormir

El gallinazo es un super héroe
Cambia tu vida aunque no te des cuenta
Y cuando haces el de tu jefe
El hace tu trabajo
Le debes las gracias
Pero mira que bacano.

Cierra los ojos y olvida tus problemas
Ese novio tuyo no te quiere ni verga
Necesitas un psicólogo
El tiene un diploma
Es tu día de suerte
Que profesionalismo!

Bridge/Solo

Tu hermanita ya tiene 17
Ya prontito será una señorita
Necesita una preparación
Los hombres son malos!
Alguien tiene que enseñarle,Y quien mejor que un amigo.

PUSCIFER!

yet another side project from maynard. cuntry boner, for my niggaz.

maynard and patton oswald?

http://www.myspace.com/artistonartist

fuck yes!

see you punks tomorrow!

you can embed porn now! i think... testing.

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The Zombeatles

Well the name pretty much says it all. A little late for Halloween but enjoy. They´re saying brains in case u are wondering.

geddy gets rid of his old bass

"How old did you say you were...?"

pa los que no creen que weed is the best thing eva!

I am Geddy Lee

ask Poti... he'll tell ya!

for ed wood fans

Plan 9 from outer space... best lines.

你们好吗？

我很好，谢谢。你们是我朋友！
再见！

-da yanx!-

MEET DELFÍN

Not sure if they guy is for real or not, and what would be more fucked up. No sé si reirme o que, but either way you have to check it out. Dios mio, ayudameeeeeeeeeee.

off blast

the return of maka maka

wudi wudi waka waka makachika pawa!

meña

mandale invitation a alba por favor

alexalba@gmail.com

dice que si no lo choteas, te mata

Better

Stress? LA VERGA!

too much Nitro Rustler for the yanx...

estimated cost of repair... $3,500!
me cago en la leche! Ostia!

ok, this one is better!

noticed a lot of rednecks are into this shit!

look what i got!

i've spent money on lamer shit... 75 MPH!

Happy birthday Benito! (Zhu ni shengri kuai le!)

...or at least I think it's today?

-da yanx!-

Nueva Cinta Costera

This thing is all up in the news right now... I'd never even heard of it. Some people say it will be finished in 2 yrs... sounds more like that stunt Mireya pulled when she built the Puente Centenario before she left office, and then it stood there for another year or so while the access roads were built.

tuyal esmiyal

ladies and gentlemen, i give you.... jen hannah (chris hannah's sister), la chicha y la limonada...

The End is Near

The last antichrist is finally here, she is complete now, con su makeover y su banda. Beware.

BIG FUCKING BALLS!

daria la vida para regresar y ponerle Mr. Danger a Lemmiwinks.

my favorite band

Macgruber!

Check out this kickass SNL skit burlandose de Macgyver. The skits are cool, but the theme song is the bomb - especially the last one (son 3 episodios). Definately would be cool to take it out and play it live por ahi, aunque nadie lo entienda, fuck the crowd, its all about pleasing ourselves...Macgruberrrrr!!

for manny...

i can't remember when we had this discussion, but i found some facts and data for you...

crazy gringos

this is a GUY, by the way...

we're going to london!

OK, moving on to happier stories, such as...dancing days are here again, because the three surviving members of Led Zeppelin are finally getting back together! Yep, hard rock fans still dazed and confused by recent news of the long-delayed Van Halen reunion have even more reason to celebrate, now that this even longer-delayed reunion is reportedly in the works. Incredibly, according to NME.com, frontman Robert Plant is in talks this week with fellow Led Zep legends Jimmy Page and John Paul Jones about a Zeppelin tour that'll hopefully kick off in London this November. Presumably late drummer John Bonham's son, Jason Bonham (last seen banging skins for celebreality band Damnocracy on VH1's Supergroup), will fill in behind the drumkit for the Zep trek; since Damnocracy mouthpiece Sebastian Bach is busy trying to launch a hip-hop career on MTV's Celebrity Rap Superstars (more on that HERE), we're guessing Damnocracy are on indefinite hiatus and Jason will therefore thankfully be free...

Da's... mah dawgs!

Frosty and Taffy -- Mom and dad

Luca and Gipsy -- Boy and girl

Coquette -- Cousin, lives in Miami with my sister. Luca doesn't really consider her a cousin and he wants some of that.

Best be petting them!

I bet she's a lesbian...

...and that everybody in her family is a repressed gay. Fucked up bitch.

I present to you Shirley Phelps.

Once again, give it for Cannibal Corpse (feat. Jim Carrey)

I love the Cannibal Corpse scene in Ace Ventura, pero nunca había visto este pedazo de Ace performing with the band, gotta love it. And as Poti pointed out, es la misma del video de Du RAt.

If you´re at work, blast them speakers!

TOMMY SEEBACH

in light of recent laughing attacks in the band room after 3 joints, i decided to do a little (very little) research on who the guys in the cannibal corpse video were. seebach died of alcoholism related problems at an amuzement park. he was danish (which would explain how benito couldnt figure out the lyrics) and had minor musical success.

people in the US have rediscovered him thanks to youtube and this crazy video he made... i wanna do some acid in cerro azul and make a video just like it, con la misma musica y todo... later we sync in some lemmimusic.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tommy_Seebach

PROPAGANDHI tickets on sale TODAY!!!!!

for da rat...

props

Lemmi gay funny

So Marc Belanger sent me this email with a bunch of pics from Danny's Birthday BBQ. Estas dos fotos estaban pegadas and I couldn't help but laugh my ass off. We look so godamn jolly it's scary, haha very gay. It's all about good times. I need smiley pics de Poti, Yanks y Alba, and we gots ourselves a gay CD cover.

edilogo

you know that hand-written document in manny's parents downstairs bathroom that you look at when you piss? i took a picture (thanks busch) of the word editoriales and made the editoris logo with alba's photoshop skills. namas me falta el.com.

discuss

polyface

i thought this was pretty funny. and im tired of looking at galletita when i log in.

Nothing to post? Snatch!

Man, tanta plata que se meten estas zorras y no se pueden comprar un buen pantie? No sé si es modita estar enseñando galletita, o si están tan drogadas como para darse cuenta que está pasando down there, o en su vida, o en el fucking mundo. Anyways, enjoy... or puke, or laugh, or all three at the same time. Much respect,

Hey yoooo THE RAT!

post something... anything... somebody... hen hao, hen hao!

Really bad CD art

Bored creations. Esta sería como una versión Spinal Tap de una portada de un cd de Lemmiwinks, haha que gallo. Just for shits and giggles. Mondays can suck ma balls, peace!

"Ya se estan dando cuenta que en Panama se escucha punk"

I sent this to the underground scene at CAT... the quote above is one of the replys that I received... Here are a couple more:

"EN VERDAD
BRUTALLLL!!! tzeeee" -Tirza

"This is great, I love to see more punk rock bands in my country,,, talk to Poti and let him he have my support on the radio (Don Pepe)... only for my entrance + 2" -Yiyo

"heyyy yankee gracias por el dato !! Propaganghi ruless !!!!"

This about sums it up...

For Poti... (and other BTF I, II & III enthusiasts)

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/northern_ireland/6925533.stm

For Geeks Only