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Thursday, March 5, 2015
Screwed by US Airways -- again. And yes that's twice in one day by the same folks.
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Huh, i've gotten to airports with less than 30min to spare and had no trouble with US Air.
I think you've been "played" my friend
- March 5, 2015 at 8:12 PM
This is what modern air travel is Mike. Neither my wife nor I have taken a trip and made it back without some sort of difficulty in the last ten years.
- March 5, 2015 at 9:26 PM
You have my cell, call me, I'll see what I can do.
Death before slavery!
Comrade X
- March 5, 2015 at 10:12 PM
I suggest a detailed write up containing times everything took place, like when cars were rented and tickets purchased etc. Presented to the airline it may serve you well regarding refunds and apology. Weather was a issue around the country plus there was a MD 80 crash that afflicted many airports like a proverbial snowball. It's possible they sold ya a ticket you could not possibly have flown... Worth a second look mike.
Sorry that happened to you, but so many people have been screwed over by the new new new new "security" protocols....
- March 5, 2015 at 10:27 PM
Sounds like it is time to start a boycott of US Airlines or whoever their surrogate happens to be in my region. Maybe a little hurt in their wallet might tell them something. Personally I REFUSE to travel by air but would rather drive. Don't like the idea of the Testical Squeezer Agency laying their hands on me.
- March 6, 2015 at 12:59 AM
No worries Kerodin will be there.
- March 6, 2015 at 2:16 AM
US Airways? Well, their cheap ! That's about all the good things I can say about them.
- March 6, 2015 at 2:17 AM
I wonder where Kerodin was before? Oh yeah. Right. Nevermind.
It does have me speculating if his sudden insistance to attend an event that was not his design was intentional given the plan that Mike was never going to make it. You know, like a little birdy told him or something.
Makes you wonder, dont it?
- March 6, 2015 at 10:56 AM
I would also like to see a detailed account of what happened - which rental car company was involved?
I see boycotts in the future for some of these businesses.
- March 8, 2015 at 12:39 AM


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By Mr. Ngaihte (07 Jul 2010)
STORY:Billionaire theme-park mogul Steven Price (Geoffrey Rush) believes he is fulfilling the twisted wishes of his spoiled wife Evelyn (Famke Janssen) when he arranges for her birthday party to be held at the abandoned Vannacutt Psychiatric Institute for the Criminally Insane. The Institute was once the site of the most horrifying medical experiments in history, conducted by the late—and deranged—Dr. Vannacutt.As the guests converge for the evening, Price realizes that, curiously, the five strangers are neither Evelyn's original invitees nor his own. He is unable to figure out who these people are, or how they received the invitations he intended for others. The guests themselves are equally mystified as to why they might have been included. In a spirit of mutual distrust, Steven and Evelyn Price greet their guests, each suspecting the other's motives and holding the other responsible for the strangers joining them. The actual reason this quintet has been convened will not become clear until much later...Nevertheless, Price proceeds with the festivities, announcing that anyone who manages to spend an entire night in the house will win a substantial financial prize. He has secretly rigged the house with insidious devices designed to scare the guests out of staying, but his tricks soon become meaningless, as the mansion begins to generate terror on its own.The house's lockdown mechanism mysteriously comes alive, trapping everyone inside and leaving them scrambling desperately to find a way out. Just as Watson Pritchett (Chris Kattan), the descendant of the building's original owners, had ominously predicted, the house begins to animate with the evil that breathes through the very building itself. Before their night of terror is over, the desperate inhabitants will unlock the secrets of the house or suffer the wrath of the demonic evil that haunts the walls of the former insane asylum.
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(KMOV) – A motorcyclist from South Roxana was killed in a wreck involving a Budweiser semi truck in Granite City Wednesday morning.
According to police, the motorcycle was traveling south on Missouri Ave. near Konzen Ct. around 6 a.m. when it struck and went underneath the truck as it was turning left.
Police say the motorcyclist, identified as 44-year-old Jeffrey Pride, was pronounced dead at the scene.
Missouri Ave. was closed in both directions while crews worked to clear the scene.
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The Red House: A Novel by Mark Haddon
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
I'm definitely a fan of this author (I absolutely loved "The Curious Incident...") However, it was hard for me to get used to the jilted, jumpy storytelling. I enjoyed the characters--their voices were distinct and descriptive. I would have been completely enthralled with this if I was able to keep with each character's POV longer. The premise was interesting though, and I thought the setting was perfect for exploring the individual's underlying personality traits. Wouldn't recommend for everyone, since it might be a tad confusing for some people.
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Our sweet birthday girl wanted a candy bar for all of her friends to take home. I saw these adorable owls at PB Kids & they became the inspiration of the entire candy buffet
all the party printables are from Paula of Frog Prince Paperie
the birthday girl said it was yummilicious
What is a birthday without cake?
Our cake was created by Dana from Simply Sweets (LOVE the polka dots & diamonds)
Come back tomorrow! I will be sharing all the outdoor decorations!


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Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Downton Abbey Blues.................
Today I realized that I am doing something wrong. The people who live in this house with me, the large and small and the visiting kids...........well they have been watching way to much Downton Abbey. They think that there are a hoard of those lovely ladies who work downstairs at Downton living here. It was a major lightbulb moment for me. I mean........it makes perfect sense.
why else would they leave a trail behind them if there were not the expectation that some lesser being would pick things up? You know what I mean, they leave the bathroom toilet roll holder empty when the new supply is in the drawer. They throw cushions on the floor as they drink their drink and walk away leaving the glass on the table and the cushions on the floor. I go behind picking up and putting things away.
I also vacuum every day but I wait till everyone is up and not trying to sleep and I try to do it when they are out of the room or somewhere else. Not always but often. So why? after I have done that does one particular person decide to go outside and come in with the salt all over his boots and go sit on a chair in the other room to remove them when there is a chair right next to the door????? WHY WHY WHY???????
When I have cleaned the entrance he empties the garbage and leaves it sitting there. Or empties the vacuum cleaner bag while he is at it. So can't he see that no little lady came up to do those jobs so why cant he manage to see that its ME!!! who does the pick ups and clean ups. Sigh.........and that little one, well........well he is only 4. But the big ones, toothpaste in the sink to say nothing of other bathroom woes and why oh why do we empty our razor in the toilet so it gets all over the back and sides and floor???????? NEED GLASSES MATE????......................So yes. No more Downton Abbey for him. Humpff!!!
I am sharing this with Anything Blue Friday at The Dedicated House
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- Michele @ The Nest at Finch Rest said...
My empathies to you. I understand completely.
- January 30, 2014 at 1:08 AM
- NanaDiana said...
Oh- I hear you. You would think this crew was raised with servants, too. I guess I would have been in the maid's hall with the rest of them. Fnn post, Janice! xo Diana
- January 30, 2014 at 7:17 AM
- Marigene said...
Cute post, Janice...you could have been reading about the residents in my household!
Hope you are having a great week...
- January 30, 2014 at 10:43 AM
- laurajane said...
Hahaha had to laugh it could be my house.
I've been on Stoke a couple of times but it dosnt work,just twice as much to do at the end of it.....and only the two of us and a very small dog.xx
- January 30, 2014 at 11:07 AM
- Noelle the dreamer said...
Hilarious post Janice but all considering not so funny for you I realize!
I once plopped the hoover next to ex-RAF flyboy and it stayed there for 3 whole days...no reaction!
After nearly 40 years of marriage he finally noticed I am not so quick on my pins anymore and not only vacuums but cleans the bathroom...It took a while but it happened!
Hang in there!
Blessings Dear!
- January 30, 2014 at 5:21 PM
- Magic Love Crow said...
LOL! You are so cute! I totally understand everything!! Big Hugs ;o)
- January 31, 2014 at 10:05 PM
- Astri Bowlin said...
A delightful post. Gosh I'm waiting for breakfast in bed and someone to do my hair, but it's not happening. ;-)
- February 1, 2014 at 9:59 PM


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The Papacy or else!
"Your Eminence, you're looking good." — US President George W. Bush to Pope Benedict XVI who should have been addressed, "Your Holiness".
Filipino Catholics are celebrating the elevation of Manila Archbishop Antonio Luis Tagle to cardinal. He is now a prince of the Catholic Church, a rather pompous title for a truly humble and unassuming servant of the Lord.
Cardinal Tagle is what the native clergy needs at the moment. He is a voice of humility and moderation in an organization that has turned strident and full of itself.
In a speech before he was made cardinal, Tagle called on the local church to stop behaving like a "triumphalistic, know-it-all type of institution." He encouraged his fellow clerics to return to being "a simpler witness to Jesus, meek and humble of heart." Amen to that.
As bishop of Cavite, Tagle preferred to do his pastoral rounds unaccompanied by aides and using public transportation or his bike. A man of the people, he is aware of the temptations that go along with being a prince of the church.
"If I am not cautious, I might just believe it, and I might start demanding your offerings – of the best food, the best wine, money, cars, houses, adulation, submission! After all, I am God – hah! I might take so much delight in my stature and its benefits that I might end up being callous to the needs of the poor and the earth."
Tagle is not a political player, has no interest in becoming one, unlike some of his colleagues who used their position and power to support certain politicians. I will not go as far as saying that some bishops gave political support in exchange for SUVs and cash gifts but I would ask why brand new SUVs and cash were vital and necessary to the job of spreading God's word and administering to the spiritual needs of His flock.
Farthermore, Tagle knows his place in God's scheme of things.
"I am disturbed when some people who do not even know me personally conclude that my being a bishop automatically makes me closer to God than they could ever be. My words are God's words! My desires are God's desires! My anger is God's anger! My actions are God's actions!"
Those qualities, in addition to brilliance and wisdom, makes Archbishop Antonio Luis Cardinal Tagle the perfect successor to lead one of the most powerful and richest organizations in God's creation.
In the near future, Europeans will no longer dominate the Catholic Church. There are more and more non-European cardinals who can elect Popes. We are happy that a Filipino will be among those who will choose Benedict's successor. But should we content with being a mere vote?
We have had a vote since Archbishop Rufino Cardinal Santos was made cardinal generations ago. How many cardinals have we had since? Six, seven? What we want, no, what we demand, is the papacy. Our time has come and we have a perfect man for the job.
We are the largest Catholic country in Asia. We are the only remaining Catholic country that has not gone against Church teaching on artificial contraception, divorce, and same-sex marriage. Our churches are filled on Sundays and Holy Days of Obligation and our devotion to saints remains as fervent as ever.
Most important of all, since the Church is ultimately an organization in the material world – it is a worldly organization despite its stated purpose of being primarily concerned with the soul – it cannot ignore the fact that the Philippine Catholic Church is one of the biggest contributors to the Vatican's coffers.
The contributions do not only come from Filipinos in the Philippines. How many churches in the western world will close down if not for our OFWs' continued patronage? The Church might have to retrench many of its officials and sell many of its valuable real estate and priceless treasures if not for the weekly donations from ordinary Filipinos here and abroad. And we've not even looked at the bequests of rich Filipinos.
We are good for the Church. The Church will be hard put if we were to turn away like those overly secularized cash-strapped westerners. We are a power in the Church. We can and must exercise that power. For the good of the Church, of course.
Consequently, the Filipino Catholic's message, no, irrevocable demand, to the college of cardinals must be: Archbishop Antonio Luis Cardinal Tagle becomes the next Pope or else!


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Despite the fact that I've owned my camera for, like 4-5 years, I never had any clue what that weird macro setting was for, until I started reading knitting blogs. It's funny to me that most of my friends and co-workers think that my knitting is such an old-fashioned, matronly hobby, but I've actually been learning quite a bit about web-site design and digital photography from reading other knitting blogs and the sort of problems and solutions bloggers have encountered in developing their own blogs.
This is a long-winded way of saying that my FO pics still suck, but I'm now encouraged to learn how to actually, you know, use my camera and hope that the pics will improve sometime soon.
Today's mystery object are a pair of Clown Vomit mitts for my youngest niece's birthday, yarn picked out by the fashion maven herself, who I would have thought wouldn't have been caught dead in something like this. She picked out the yarn, and requested an idiot string attached to them. Did I mention she's 15 and two older, very fashionable sisters. Yeah, I'm pretty stunned myself.
The mitts knit up super fast, once I actually sat down and committed to a few hours of knitting on them. Once again I assumed that a project can get completed through a process of knitting 10 stitches or so, then wandering off to look at new, sexier projects on Ravelry, then virtually shopping for yarn in quantities I can't possible afford.
Funny how this is the cheapest, crappiest yarn possible, the kind of stuff that makes me feel like I'm chewing on styrofoam and that I'd avoid at all costs, but the niece loved the mitts so much. Yeah, there's enough left for a hat. Soon to be seen in the Xmas FO parade (sometime around next Thanksgiving.)
Oh, yeah, details, pattern just roughed up on the fly, cast on enough stitches to fit around my wrist, knit till they were long enough. Details, bah, I defy you, careful details!
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Hi all,
Today I get to share some more Glitzy goodness with you ... I am so lucky to get to play with the amazing Glitz products and new lines and I am so lucky to be married to a wonderful man. 19 years ago I met my soul mate and 11 years ago this month I got to marry him. It has become a little tradition of mine over the years that I scrap a page of us then and now, this year my page was prompted by the Scarlett paper layer I've used.... a perfect sentiment and a perfect Glitz line!
Love Abiding
Glitz Designs Scarlett papers; Wallpaper, Polka, Bouquet
Glitz Designs Scarlett Paper Layers
Glitz Designs Scarlett Rub ons
Glitz Designs Scarlett Peek-a-boo
Glitz Designs Scarlett Glitzers
Now I have to confess I thought I would stick to the darker colours of the Scarlett line but I was drawn to the yellow side of the Bouquet paper so much I had to use it, which scared me a little as I think this is the first time ever that I have scrapped with these colours, but do you know what? I loved using a different colour palette, it was refreshing and so easy with everything co-ordinating within the line.
I cut the beautiful floral corner from the Bouquet paper, tore a strip from the green polka of the same paper and a large green rectangle from the wallpaper 12 x 12(love that green!) For my page base, distressing edges and inking.
Layering it up I tried to make things overlap in places to meld it altogether.
I printed some small 'then' pictures of us in sepia and distressed them with my trusty nail file.
And printed a large 'now' picture of us in colour, matting it onto some of the bouquet paper, distressing the edges and curling them up to add dimension.
After layering the 3 small photos down the page I added one of the new embellishments to the Glitz family, a peek-a-boo, a pack of fun designs printed onto transparent film to overlay and layer up. I used the lovely frame one to pick out a photo of us on our wedding day, attaching the top right corner with silicon glue as this would be hidden by the main photo.
To tack the opposite corner of the peek-a-boo down I used some of the pretty Scarlett Glitzers, they tie in beautifully with my floral corner and also add the perfect amount of bling (those crystals are encapsulated within the stickers, so easy to use!) while acting as a fastener.
I ripped the bottom and one side of the paper layer which started this layout and inked the edges before simply adhering it to the page to sit under my main photo which was added on foam pads to make it stand out.
Lastly, to tie in the floral bottom corner of my page and to add an interest to a bare, sharp corner of the main photo I applied a rub on to a piece of acetate and cut it out, the rub ons are so super strong and beautifully detailed they are great to create your own embellishments, adding them to acetate allows you to use them in other ways than just flat.
I added it to the top corner of my photo on foam pads, added a bit of handwritten journaling to the top left corner and voila there is this year's then and now layout.
A complete departure on the colour front for me but I love it and I also love the fact that everything on this page is from Glitz and all from one line to boot!
I hope you're having as much fun as me creating with the new Glitz products! Thanks for stopping by and I'd like to take this opportunity to wish all my Family and friends in America a very happy and peaceful thanksgiving. Until soon, Happy Crafting!
M x
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
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Rudolph needs rhinoplasty.
Alvin and his perpetual, petulant tardiness issues should be addressed by his guidance counselor.
And after mama has a fling with Santa Claus she could use a session with Dr. Phil, Dr. Laura or maybe even a legitimate therapist. She could get a two-for-one deal with that oversexed lady from "Santa, Baby."
Then there's the idiot on the radio telling me it's the most wonderful time of the year. He obviously doesn't have my long commute through the snow. I need a one-horse covered-up sleigh.
But the kings of trippiness are Felix Bernard and Richard B. Smith, who conspired by a fire back in the 30's to write "Winter Wonderland."
Gone away is the bluebird,
Here to stay is a new bird
'kaaaaay. Dunno what that means, but we'll let it slip.
In the meadow we can build a snowman,
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say: Are you married?
We'll say: No man,
But you can do the job
When you're in town.
Now what the hell is that all about? When I was a kid I used to think they were singing Farmer Brown, not Parson Brown. But either way this makes no sense. When is Parson Brown going to be in town? And what does that old bastard care if they're married or not? Oh wait, it's not really him. It's a snowman.
Far out, man.
And we haven't even gotten to Grandma's lawsuit against the reckless reindeer or the kind of migraine I'd get from twelve drummers drumming and eleven pipers piping while six geese pooped all over the Christmas tree.
Which Christmas characters do you think need an intervention?
|Annie Lennox makes "Winter Wonderland" almost tolerable


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On Wednesday, my two ghost hunting sidekicks and I decided to take a non-ghostly adventure to the beautiful Museum and Garden property of Henry Francis du Pont's Estate of 175 rooms. Yes, you heard me right, Winterthur has 175 rooms. Can you imagine trying to find your way through that house.
It would seem like the Lewis and Clark Expedition. We only got to see a portion of the estate; thank goodness or I would still be there. Mr. DuPont was a collector and he had a good eye for early American art and furniture.
The guided tour of the house took about an hour and I claimed two rooms as my favorite;
The Oriental Room
We weren't looking for ghosts, but there were several areas where my friends and I felt them.
Remember even if the house is not haunted, possessions sometimes are. Whatever spirits were attached to the antique furniture were all friendly.


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Ian Watkin, 76, New Zealand actor (Braindead, Sleeping Dogs).[5]
Fritz Stern, 90, German-born American historian.[4]
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Thursday, August 14, 2008
"Art of Leaving"
If there is one smile which comes across my mind whenever I get in the spiritual scheme of things, it is none other than Sri Sri Ravi Shankar. His smile is enough to heal a thousand wounds. My guess is most of you must have already realized the spelling mistake right at the heading of the blog, but that's just a way of expressing my experience at the camp which I attended in the month of April of 2008.
It is funny that most of us feel the need of divine intervention at difficult times. Some of them however take it over from there and make it a way of life. I fall in to the majority group. I still look after the unknown when the going gets tough.
Humans are meticulously architect-ed. Every single part of us is perfectly designed and planned. It is amazing that stress can induce shoulder ache, anxiety, depression and other symptoms. So when I am not at my very best, I often think for a quick fix to heal the hormones which avalanche and overwhelm at the very hint of stress. When a friend of mine was describing me about his experience with AOL, I knew I wanted to experiment with. However deep inside, I did not want people to call me a saint. So I was little hesitant to take a step further. However with so much of insecurity at work and anxiety elsewhere, I decided to try it out even if that meant spending a few. I completed the formalities and was told to report sharp at 6 am the following morning. Rising early is'nt a difficult task for me these days. It seems that my oversleeping during the adolescence days has paid off and now my appetite for oversleep is all but over. So with a fresh mind and I walked at 5:45 am sharp on the first day of the six day course. I was told to wear comfortably. I wore my cricket tracks and a dark yellow scribbled T-shirt. I entered the venue with a curious mind. I was greeted with a happy lot of volunteers. After a struggle of 15 minutes, they found my identity card and handed it over to me with a warning to hand it over at the end of every day. I did not understand the logic of handing it over every day; however later I realized that it was the method to note the absentees. I was happy to see groups of morning minted, fresh looking human counterparts. Most of them where standing at seduced locations, to exchange banter with people who they were already well acquainted with, while some were busy looking serious. There were also a few who wanted to shake a hand with everyone possible, while there were some who wanted the instructor to arrive ASAP and set the ball rolling. These are the types of people who did not like socializing much. I fall in to the mix of all the described categories. I did not have much of an acquaintance though. At around 6:15 am (very late by AOL standards), a smiling and wiry framed instructor arrived. He had warmth in his smile. However sometimes he forcibly smiled, but it looked good at him either ways.
He introduced himself and gave us some very stringent warning. Mobile where supposed to be either kept at home or, they had to be switched off. Late arrival wouldn't be tolerated. Now most of us were quite amused by this as he was himself late. However nobody pointed it out. Tea, caffeine, drugs, smoke and anything which artificially made people feel good was a strict 'no' and not just for the day, but all six days minimum. Following it for the rest of the life was up to us. After this announcement, strangers looked at each other with kinky smile as if they were proud of sashaying their ill habits and had already heard such advice a million times now to no effect. I was prepared for this and wanted to follow it (No, I am not a druggist; I was an avid tea/coffee drinker though). I had come to the camp with a sincere and a serious mind. So I was happy, that I was not going to indulge in to tea at least for the six days. The tone was set for the course.
Now that all had started, we were unsettled by the instructors and were told to introduce each of us with a very unique method. We were supposed to jump in the air and then with a Namaskar position, introduce ourselves. Strange method; but that brought some dynamism in the atmosphere and we were smiling, laughing, and introducing ourselves to the 60 people odd crowd. After this terrific introduction which shrugged off some static energy, we began to loosen ourselves. One by one, we stretched almost every single organ of the body. We started feeling much better. For about half and hour we danced our way from a stale body to a mass which had blood circulated to every possible part. We were also taught some of the Yogasana's and were expected to do the same with the same flexibility of the instructor in the very first attempt. Most of us tried our best. While some shrieked on difficult asanas, others were trying their way out from instructors. I learnt the surya-namaskar for the first time and I found it really beautiful. Every step in 12 steps has a unique importance and if done with proper breathing techniques can work wonders. After about 10 surya-namaskar's, we were sweating profusely. Some of them, who already knew how to do it, were doing with pride and others were trying to ape them. So after this heavy warm-up (or was it a complete workout?) we were given a much wanted break. During this break most of us were laughing the loudest which conveyed that we liked the beginning. The break was supposed to be of 10 minutes. So after ten minutes, we assembled with a new found energy. Some of the over enthusiastic people were still busy gossiping and were trying to promise to each other that we are going to do this for the rest of their lives. After some serious protrude, they decided to make their presence felt. With a warmed up body, we were told to sit in a relaxed mode. It was time for some lecture, which was very refreshing, but had the content which almost everybody knew, but failed to follow it. After an attempt to refresh our mind, we were told that the much talked about Sudarshan Kriya would commence. We were told to close our eyes for the beginning of kriya. We were taught a three stage breathing technique. We had to inhale through the nose and had to let the inhaled air to pass through the throat making a storm like sound. And no, not everyone picked that up correctly. I had no clue as to what I was doing. Strange voices echoed the room. It seemed that all wild animals had a get-together and were singing a common anthem in their own unique way. However the instructors were kind enough to walk to almost every abnormal sounding individual and whispered them to correct their breathing. After about ten minutes, there was uniformity in the way people breathed (There were exceptions, who had come with a mind to make the weirdest of sounds). I was lucky enough to have normal humans as my neighbor. This breathing technique was called 'UJJAIN ME SAANS LENA' and it already was having an effect. So with our palms resting on laps and facing the ceiling, we were breathing in ujjain and in unison. I had no clue as to how long we did that, but slowly I started feeling a little bit of numbness on the face. With that over, we had the numbness literally traveled to every part of the body, but we realized that this was just the beginning.
With our eyes still closed, we were told to breathe normally for few minutes. And then we performed 'Bhastrika'. In this we had to raise our arms with a tight fist and then release the fist at the peak of the arm raise. We had to do this gradually adjusting our breathing according to the speed of the raising and relaxing of the hands. I don't really remember when we chanted the OM. For the first time in life I realized how the mantra was chanted. We had to breathe deeply and while relaxing the breathe we had to voice out the mantra. At the end of this tiring process, we were chanting the SOHAM mantra. We were told to lie on our backs with eyes closed. I was in the world of my own. The experience stands out so much that it is indescribable in words. When we woke up from that meditative frame, the world seemed different to me. Every thing was different. The colors looked brighter, the contrast was perfect, the atmosphere was happy and people seemed to enjoy the moment. It took us some time to come back to the materialistic world and then we realized that it was already past 9:45 am. But no one was complaining. It seemed like we were least bothered of worries and were ready to take the challenges of the world.
With an absolute new born energy, we walked happily to home and then to office. I had made up my mind to give up caffeine which I did. Not just for those six days, but for a good one and a half month. This program went for 6 complete days. There was a sense of satisfaction in each one of us. On the sixth day, we had a get-together with the evening batch mates and exchanged gifts and food with each other. At the end of the course, we had made up our mind to practice the art for the rest of our lives. I actually tried for a couple of weeks, but succumbed to other things in life. However, what I achieved is my addiction for caffeine was reduced manifold and it seems that I have better control over things in life. That's why I call this Art of Leaving which indirectly teaches us the art to live. Jay Gurdev!
Note: This article is supposed to be my experience with AOL and is not intended to be a guide to practice any of the asanas. Only certified instructors at AOL have the authority and the knowledge to guide properly.
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Monday, May 18, 2009
Dr. Henry Oertelt featured in SYMBOL, a new documentary
A short form 30 minute documentary film, entitled SYMBOL, began research and production in 2006 after public announcement of plans to remove and replace the swastika symbol disks on St. Mary's cathedral in St. Cloud, Minnesota.
Dr. Henry Oertelt is featured prominently in the SYMBOL documentary. He is often used to help viewers understand the historic context surrounding the swastika, as a symbol, and its changed meaning after the Holocaust. Henry knows this subject far too well, as a survivor, and he speaks very well and succinctly in an accessible manner. This helps people to "get it", historically, culturally and personally.
Documentary filmmaker Gregory Martin said, "I have actually know Henry for some years now. I first interviewed him as a guest Holocaust Survivor speaker at SCSU, sponsored by the Center for Holocaust & Genocide Education, about five years ago. Some of those comments are included in SYMBOL. I also used excerpts from Henry's presentation about the swastika and racism at SCSU, in his live webcast to Canada last year, and an interview we completed at that time."
SYMBOL was created by Gregory Martin, who is a St. Cloud State University (SCSU) Associate Professor of Mass Communications, with the help of many former and current students. Production and research continued for three years and were completed recently, in spring 2009.
SYMBOL is co-sponsored by SCSU Jewish Studies and the SCSU Center for Holocaust & Genocide Education. Additional sponsorship support was provided by the office of SCSU Provost & Vice-President for Academic Affairs, Michael Spitzer, Ph.D., the SCSU Graduate School, and the office of the Dean of the College of Fine Arts and Humanities. The Department of Mass Communications provided technical resource support.
Our supporters in St. Paul can attend the movie:
Wednesday, 27 May 09, in St. Cloud at 7:00 p.m. @ Pioneer Place on Fifth Theatre, 22 Fifth Avenue South, St Cloud, @ 320-203-0331. Tickets are $5.
Gregory Martin owns and generously shared the info and artwork for this project for our blog. Good luck to you, Gregory, on this important project.
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MUM @ World Bar, Friday 9th JulyWritten by John Ritchie on July 5, 2010
Its only one week till MUMs 15 bands and 108 hands party but before then we have another diverse lineup for this Friday. MR MAPS are down from Brisbane with their instrumental weirdbutcoolshit. They will be supported by one of the best bands in Syndney right now ARKESTRA, Melbournians WILFRED JACKAL who sound like your next favourite band and July residents INDIGO RISING.
MUM has always put bands on really late into the night and this week we are stepping it up by having FISHING do a set at 3am!
The Bordello on level two is most certain to be seething with people for THE VILLANAIRES and their low-fi surf rock. DAN PARSONS is down from Brisbane on his FIRESTARTER album tour that will leave you humming the headline track for the rest of the weekend and former member of LIGHTS OUT – NICKY VAN BREDA gos it alone to produce a sound akin to BRIGHT EYES.
Then before, in between and after all of the bands there will be more awesome indie DJs than anywhere else including WALKIE TALKIE, JACK SHIT, SWEETIE, VIVIENNE KINGSWOOD, LLOYD, SAMMY K, ELECTRORASH DJs, 10TH AVENUE, FIFIDOESDIDI, 16 TACOS and more.
MUM Every Friday The World Bar Kings Cross


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Thursday, April 2, 2009
Romain - Etienne Marcel - Paris
Romain 21
I am an actor
I wear a Perfecto Jacket by MONTANA.
Shoes by ATO. Jeans vintage.
Tee-shirt from AA. Belt H&M.
Glasses by LACWORKS. Chain by PROMARKS.
Perfume: "Sport Homme" by DIOR.
For me, Fashion is vintage. My look is street-wear.
I love perfection. I hate perfection.
My message to the world: James Dean is coming back !
Publié par EFP ... à 4/02/2009
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6 comments:
- Emmet said...
you know what he looks like Morrissey x james dean...the hair is Morrissey and the jacket is james Dean....or maybe marlon Brando
- 2/4/09
nice blog
- 2/4/09
j'adore son style !!!!
- 3/4/09
Quel look pourri ! les bobos à perfecto ça pue !
Tu es loin d'avoir la classe à James Dean mon pote !
- 16/5/09
- ... said...
James Dean, il aurait pas laissé des messages anonymes sur internet "mon pote"
- 16/5/09
- nick said...
i agree the hair is commendable, but dude what are those shoes and jeans all about. Furthermore "I'm an actor" something smells like wanker to to me.
- 19/7/11
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Spy Monkey Creations duo have a fantastic new release scheduled to pop up in their store today, July 9th, at 12PM PST!
Dubbed the Lava Strike Force, these fresh additions to the Weaponeers Universe are a true sight to behold in hand. I recently took a few of them up to Gloucester and snapped the pics above as the sun was nearing the horizon, resulting in some pretty wild lighting effects. The combination of clear neon orange parts, black PVC and painted accents really delivers a unique and visually arresting assortment. Brilliant work!
Be sure to head over to the Weaponeers of Monkaa story page to discover the secrets of the Lava Strike Force for yourself, accompanied by the extraordinary imagery of the one and only Nate Baertsch!
Fantastic round, Jeremy and Brian! Good luck today!
New Weaponeers of Monkaa Release
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Thanks, Matt! We can't wait to unleash these guys in a few hours! Happy New WoM Day Ever'body!ReplyDelete
Yay! I've been waiting for this color scheme since...was it SDCC last year? Anyway, super excited to get these. I was able to grab the three new guys, and my wave 1 magma gohlem (probably my favorite color they've released) is ready to rumble!ReplyDeleteReplies
Oh yeah, but if we had a magma armorvor (wink wink) to keep them in line, that would be killer.Delete
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t h e R E F O R M A T I O N
Chapter 13
If you are under 18 or not of legal age in your country, please don't read on. If you couldn't accept themes in the likes of homosexuality, please don't read on. This is a story concerning gay males having intimate relationships and is considered FOR ADULTS ONLY due to its sexual theme and contents. BUT if you really like this stuff, please don't tell others.
Everything in this story is purely FICTIONAL. Or it's not true!!! Even if this story involved the Backstreet Boys, NSYNC and a fictitious character, all that happens here is fictional... again, it's not true. I don't know anything about their sexuality, as far as the world knows, they're straight as an arrow so I dunno if they're gay (but I do have my speculations) or not but I wrote this out of freedom of speech and my love for these guys and slash fiction. I don't own or know the Backstreet Boys and NSYNC personally. I do know that Brian Littrell is married with Leighanne Wallace (rolls my eyes), and Justin Timberlake is attached to Britney Spears so let's just assume that they aren't. AGAIN, it's NOT TRUE!!! but don't we all hope that it's true... hehehehe...
EMAIL ME!!! firstname.lastname@example.com
"Is he still asleep?" a voice said from outside. I dunno how long I was sleeping but I have this very weird dream about a 'bad' virus or something. That's totally freaky.
"Yeah. He is. How's Brian?" another voice said. Brian. I really hope that what I did was really for the best. I know that it would totally hurt him once the world knows of his true sexuality. It's like against one of the 10 commandments or something like that.
"Also a wreck. I called their home and Harold, his brother, said that he has been bawling for the past 4 days." I think Nick owes this voice. Well, his voice is kinda unique. I really wish I could go fly back to Lexington and comfort Brian but this must be the way. I have to sacrifice a few things for him to live in peace and with no harm and pain.
I think it's time to make my presence known. And my position in this bed is beginning to give me pain. It's really uncomfortable. I opened my eyes and it was actually morning. Or is it? I walked to the bathroom to take a piss and to start the day right.
"Marty, you awake?" Nick asked.
"Yeah! Come in the room." I shouted from the bathroom and started to wash my face. I heard the sound of footsteps and then it stopped. "How are you guys?" I asked from the bathroom.
"Everything is fine." Nick said unconvincingly. Yeah, and I am the queen of England. Come on, I just heard him saying that Brian was a mess and everything. I dried my hands and walked back to my room finding Nick and Justin sitting on my bed.
"What brings you here anyway?" I asked them. I motioned them to stand up and follow me. I was hungry. Very hungry.
"He doesn't rem..." Justin started but something or whatever interrupted him.
"Just decided to visit you and everything." Nick said. I paused and looked at him with my eyebrows raised. Nick looked at me seriously. "Okay, we know what happened with Brian and you." Nick said defeated. I resumed walking down the flight of stairs.
"Why did you do it?" Justin asked me. It was a blunt question. Same ole Justin. And I think that it deserves an answer as well.
"Honestly, I thought it was for the best. One way or another, Brian's lil secret would eventually come out and with me tagging along with him would definitely speed up that process. Brian is not yet ready. I could see it in him. He is still afraid about what others think of him. And I don't want to be the cause of any pain to him." I said to them walking inside the kitchen. Ooh, breakfast is still there. Thank God. "I know you are thinking that he's in pain at the moment. But like anything else, this will pass. But if Brian being gay comes out to the public. It's permanent. No one can take that back." I explained further.
"I dunno if I agree with you but whatever." Nick voiced out. I know that most of you won't agree with me.
"Well, I respect your decision but I don't like it." Justin said. "How bout you? How are you doing?" Justin continued. A tough one again. Justin is just too much this day.
"I'm fine." I said to them. I saw Justin's eyebrow rising. It's his turn. "Okay, I'm not fine. I dunno what to do. It's like half of me is missing." I said as my eyes started to well up. Waking up earlier on was difficult enough.
"I think that's what Brian felt." Nick mumbled to himself. I just pretended I didn't hear that. I could see Justin giving Nick the death stare. This couple is so cute. Reminds me of... nevermind.
"What are you gonna do now?" Justin asked me. What am I gonna do?
"I have no idea. Originally, I would have spent my week with Brian in Lexington but that's not possible anymore considering what happened. Then, I was gonna go back to tour as the music director. But I don't know now. I think it's for the best if I dropped off the tour as well." I said to them.
"No, you won't. You'll join the tour whether you like it or not." Nick said to me staring at me straight to the eye. He's getting feisty.
"And who said so?" I retorted to him rebelliously.
"Said the papers you signed." Nick said. I was stomped. I sighed defeat. I guess I have no choice but to return to the Backstreet tour. I started to feed myself and try to forget everything. It was impossible.
"Join us for the remaining days. We are on tour right now and Nick's with me. So when you return back to tour, you can go with him." Justin said pointing to Nick's direction. I think it's a great idea. I haven't met any of them and I have heard their stuff already with what Justin sent me. They are really good. I think they are better than Backstreet Boys but you won't hear me say that out loud.
"If it's okay and if he wants to." I said softly. I was just having this vibe that everything with the guys of Backstreet changed. It's like they are not fond of me anymore. Look at Nick here. I think their heart goes to Brian and find me as the bad guy here.
"Marty, you are still my friend. Even if I think that what you did wasn't correct, it was your decision. I know you wouldn't hurt Brian intentionally." Nick said as he placed his hand on my shoulder reassuring that our friendship is still okay.
"Thank you Nick. I needed that." I said to him with a smile. It was settled. I was on my way to the NSYNC tour for the remaining 3 days of my little vacation before I face Brian and the other Backstreet members. "You know, something still bugs me. It's just 3 days left in my vacation and I have no idea what happened earlier on?" I said with confusion. The two just shrugged prolly not knowing the answer as well.
I packed a few change clothes because with this two around, I think the mall isn't too safe anymore. After finishing packing, I took a pen and paper to write Rich a note before we leave. I don't wanna make Rich worried.
I left with Nick and Justin on NSYNC's tour. I'll explain later everything okay? And you can borrow any of the clothes in my closet. ;-)
There was a limo parked outside. These two are too much. Going to the airport using a limo. "Whose idea is this?" I asked the two as we walked out of the door. I pointed at the limo and Justin smiled. "I guess you are the one." I said to him. Oh well.
We entered the limo and we made little conversations about anything that we saw on the streets. It was a light one and thank God they aren't pushing anything about the break-up. That's the last thing I need. They are really good friends. Thank God for them!
"So how did Rich react when he saw you?" I asked them. They just laughed out loud.
"You are so bad with not telling him who we really are. It was like his mouth was hanging like in those Loony Tunes cartoons. It was so funny." Justin said while laughing. I guess I'll receive hell when I talk to Rich.
The trip was short lived because there was no traffic whatsoever on this day. Lucky us. I took my baggage to the machines and for them to take it to the plane. I wasn't gonna go with any bag at hand. The two went to get tickets for our trip.
Once we were settled in our seats in first class. Another thing that Justin did. First class, sheesh! I decided to talk to him about music. "So Justin, who made Celebrity Justin-packed?" I asked. Justin raised an eyebrow. Confused? "Well, there are about 9 tracks with what you wrote and a song with Justin only in it." I asked him.
"Well, it was management's thing. They said that what the public wants is me. But it was so mean especially with the other guys. I like JC's songs better." Justin said. "So what's your favorite track?" He asked me.
"Up against the Wall. How about you Nick?" I asked him who seemed to be lost in his own little world. What is this blonde thinking?
"Huh?" Nick looked at us blankly. I have no idea what on earth is the problem with him. But hopefully we'll get to flush the answer out of his system. I asked the question to him and he seems to think about the answer. "I really like Selfish. It's a very good ballad." Nick said smiling.
The remaining time was spent in mindless chattering among the three of us. It was good because we never touched about Brian. Actually, it's more on us. Our lives and everything like that. Time flies by so quickly if you are having fun coz the PA was telling us to fasten our seatbelts and get ready for the landing. Once landed, we walked out of the plane with my two incognito guys.
"You know, it's most likely you would be recognized like that." I said to them trying to stifle my laughter. They just look so funny being in disguise and very jumpy.
"And why is that?" Nick asked me softly while looking left and right to check if there are any teens out there.
"Firstly, you are the only two people wearing a ball cap and eyeglasses. Secondly, you still dress like pop stars." I said to them. The two just looked at each other and just decided to remove their shades and ball cap. "Go to the bathroom and wear something else less eye-catching." I said to them as I gave them two of my normal wears. "And no other business please. I want a bed." I said to them and they just grinned at me.
After a few minutes, they returned looking as normal as a pop star could get. I think we won't get mobbed anymore and we hailed a cab to get to the hotel. The trip was very short because the hotel was near the airport. "Won't your friends be uncomfortable with me being here and everything?" I asked Justin meekly.
"Of course not silly! I've brought Nick already and they're cool with it. And we are talking about that Nick." Justin said pointing at his boyfriend. "Before I forget, well, they still don't know about me." Justin whispered.
"You haven't told them?" I asked shocked. Well, I thought that he would have told already the guys about him.
"There's just no right time." Justin reasoned out. I looked at Nick, thank God he was asleep. I was gonna say something but he interrupted me. "I know what you're gonna say. The right time is always now but I will soon. So I could flaunt my boyfriend to them." Justin said proudly. And to JC.
"What did Nick think of that?" I whispered to Justin to not let Nick hear it.
"Well, I know that he doesn't like it being hidden and everything but I know that JC is suspicious as hell. It's very seldom for me to invite anyone on tour. And with you here, the heat would eventually lessen on me." Justin said to me.
"So, inviting me here is like a protection thing for you." I said which he looked down. That's right, feel guilty. "You're telling them while I'm still here." I ordered to him and he was starting to say another word when I stared at him. He just shut up.
"Okay, I'll tell them." Justin said after the momentary silence. I gave him a hug trying to reassure him that this is the right thing.
"Come on. Let's go inside." I said as I paid for the fare for the cab. They were fighting for it and well, I want a nice bed. Airplane rides really drains me out. I walked out of the cab and stopped. "I think you should be first Juju." I said to Justin. It's not my place. It's his for the time being.
Justin walked to the front desk and talked to the lady there who looks like she has seen a ghost. Justin strikes again. After a few more blushes from the girl, she handed Justin a keycard and he walked away from the desk to us. He was grinning like a cat. "Here' s your keycard. You're in the same floor as us and just beside Nick's room but don't expect him to be there." Justin said to me. I nodded and we walked to the elevator to their floor.
"Can I meet them later when I am more active?" I asked them sleepily. I have no idea what they responded. My mind was too sleepy to process it. The elevator opened and Nick helped me find my room which wasn't too hard. I opened the door and entered the room. It was a nice room but I'll look into that later. The bed awaits.
It seems that I just laid my body on the bed when I heard the knocking from the door. "Martin! Open the damn door! We're leaving for rehearsals!" Justin shouted from the other side. I looked at my watch.
It was 3:00 pm. Well, I think I have slept enough. "I'm coming. Just lemme change first." I shouted back and went to the bathroom to have a very quick shower and cloth myself.
After a very few minutes, I emerged from my room wearing an attire I bought earlier on during my shopping spree with Nick. It was really trendy and is similar to those that the NSYNC guys but with less flair. Justin and Nick were waiting for me outside with a certain look on their face.
"Took you long enough." Justin said to me and looked at me up and down. "But I think it's worth it! You look fine!" Justin added that made me blush. Nick was just smiling at me like a grinning cat.
"Thanks! C'mon, I am excited to meet the others." I said as I dragged Justin. Be happy. Try to be happy. I am not sad, I am happy. I think if I really think about being happy, I will... hopefully.
We rode the elevator with a little horsing around among the 3 of us but I could really sense something off in Nick. I have observed that already when we left from my house and he still has it. Is it about me? But he said it's not and I don't think Nick would lie to me like that. I think I'm gonna talk to him later.
When the elevator doors opened we stepped out and looked for the remaining members of NSYNC. We spotted them lounging in the lobby prolly waiting for us. "We're here!" Justin said as he ran to where his band mates were seated. They looked at me. Actually, I can't read what they think of me. But one thing is for sure, I was feeling something different from JC's. "Well, that is my friend Martin. He's the music director of BSB. Martin, these are Lance, JC, Joey and Chris." Justin introduced me to the others.
"Nice to meet y'all!" I said politely and shook their hands. I was still feeling a little bit of discomfort with them but maybe it's just that we just meet each other and everything. The others said their hi's and everything especially JC who seems to enjoy my company.
"C'mon, we have to be in the stadium by 4:00 so we can have rehearsals by 4:30 and a meet and greet by 7:00. Then, the show starts at 8:00pm." Lance said. Oh. My. God.
"Another Kevin?" I asked Nick who just laughed. The others looked at us in confusion. "Nothing, I just told him something I've observed. No biggie." I said with a smile and they shrugged it off. "By the way, Nick, can we talk later?" I asked him and he just gulped. "Don't worry. I won't do anything bad." I said with a scout's honor. If I was a scout, I would keep the promise.
We rode the limo with little conversation. "So Martin, you are BSB's music director?" JC asked me. I just nodded at him with a smile. "That's very interesting to know." JC said. I think he's trying to spark a conversation here.
"He's also very good in composing. You should have heard what he played when I was there. I mean he helped me as well and I think we click together better than with me and Wade." Justin was overly enthusiastic at that point. I think he got too much sugar from Nick.
"That's so cool! Maybe we could do some stuff together for our next album or something like that. If Justin thinks your good, you must be really good." JC chimed in. I just nodded with a hidden discomfort. This is too much. I think even the others were feeling with JC. He's too... friendly.
With a few more light talks, we reached the stadium. The setup was similar to the Backstreet concert so it was no biggie for me. The guys went to the stage while me and Nick sat on the seats close to the stage but far enough to have a private conversation. The guys were started with a few vocal exercises so I decided to start my little talk with Nick.
"Nick, is there something you wanna tell me?" I asked Nick. Nick looked at me with a little worry. "Don't worry. I tend to see things objectively and I try not to take any sides." I reassured him.
Nick was breathing hard. What is it? "First of all, it is not you or Brian. It's actually me and Justin." Nick started. I think what is wrong already but I want him to say it. "Well, I really am not comfortable with the hiding thing. I know that JC is very suspicious already with everything but he just doesn't want to tell them. It's hard enough to not to show my affection in public but even in the confines of the hotel, I can't because the others might hear it. I really like Justin and I think that I might be falling in love for him but I just can't continue being restricted too much. You know that I'm not used with that." Nick said his thoughts. I know that this would cause some problems with Nick and Justin.
"I hear you Nick. But Nick, in love there is no such thing as easy. There's always something we sacrifice for love. I think that communication is always the best answer in all problems. What if you tell him what you really feel?" I suggested. Nick just looked at me at first.
"I have talked to him about this and he just told me that it wasn't the right time." Nick answered. Justin, you are so stubborn.
"Well, to tell you frankly, I gave him an ultimatum that he should tell it while I'm here or else I would." I said to him with a grin. Nick didn't react at first but when he looked at me, a grin was also forming in his face.
"No shit!" Nick said to me. I just nodded to him and he gave me a very tight hug. I think that does it for him and Justin. Everything lies to Justin now. I just hope that he tell it and not me.
I tried to push my problems with watching the guys rehearse their moves. They were really good especially Justin who seems to be part of the dance steps he was doing. It just seems so natural for him. On the other hand, Lance was having a really hard time with some of the steps and the big guy stopped the music again.
"I think we need a break before we go on. Lance, please don't mess up next time." The big guy snapped at Lance. Lance was feeling down, I could see it on his face. I walked towards the stage and went to Lance. I think he needs someone right now.
"Everything okay?" I asked him. Lance just smiled weakly to me.
"Yeah. I just can't figure out some of the steps." Lance said dejectedly.
"I'm gonna give you a piece of advice. When you're dancing, don't think about it too hard because that would make you fumble more. Try to let the music make you move and try to be part of the music. That would do wonders, trust me." I said with a smile as I gave him a pat on the shoulder.
"Thanks. I'll remember that." Lance said with a real smile now. I walked down the stage and observed them as they regrouped for another run through of the song. Lance did it without a glitch to the surprise of the others.
"You actually did it. And you did it really good." The big guy said approaching Lance who was blushing.
"Nah, it's nothing. Marty just advised me on something and I guess that did the trick." Lance said with a smile as he received pats from the other guys. I just gave him an approving nod. Another case solved by Martin.
After they have done, we walked to their dressing room and we lounged there. "Can you wait here for a minute while we do the meet and greet. We'll be back shortly." Justin said as he hurried getting out of the dressing room followed by the other 4.
"Yeah sure." I said. I spotted a Playstation 2 console and looked at Nick with a grin.
"No way! I'm not letting my ass get kicked again!" Nick said once he saw me looking at the piece of contraption.
"Come on Nicky! Please." I said in my best imitation of a child giving him the puppy look. I just hope that it still works. The next thing I know, I was beating him for the 6th time in Tekken Tag.
"This is so humiliating!" Nick said as his character dove down again. I just laughed at him. "That's right! Laugh at me. Ha. Ha. Ha." Nick said sarcastically.
"Nick, sarcasm doesn't fit you. Try the dumb blonde thang." I said to him while still laughing. Nick just glared at me and dove at me. We were wrestling by then but I think I got everything controlled. "Lost in PS2 and still losing in a game of wrestling? Tsk. Tsk." I said to him mocking him.
At first, Nick was glaring at me but with me laughing, he joined me as well and the two of us were rolling laughing our hearts out. It was an amazing feeling to be happy. But I know deep inside that this feeling I was feeling was very much incomplete... only one person can complete that.
We were still in our fits of laughter when the door opened as the NSYNC guys entered the dressing room. "What happened?" Chris asked quizzically. Nick and I just looked at each other and we laughed harder.
"Nothing. It's just a spur of the moment." I said while trying to stifle my laughter. "So, what's next?" I asked no one in particular.
"How about we go to the lounge room and we eat. I am hungry." Joey suggested. The others 4 members looked at him.
"You are always hungry." They said and laughed except me, Nick and Joey who was pouting and went out first. We all followed him to the lounge room. Everything seemed to be so common because the setup is very much the same as with the Backstreet concert.
I piled up a mountain of food on my table. Brian's words rubbed on you?" Nick joked. But I didn't laugh. Of all the time in the world, he just has to remind me about Brian. "Marty, I'm so sorry about that." Nick apologized prolly realizing of his little slip of the tongue. But the damage has been done.
I placed the plate back and walked out of the room. I need air. I need my solitude to sulk in my worries. I could still hear JC asking Nick what he did to make me walk out. Nick could handle it. I still can't. I kept on walking and walking away from the screaming fans outside and away from the people I call friends. I tried to look for a secluded place but with a few minutes before the concert starts, it seems so impossible.
I guess it is the walk that I need to drain myself of the pent up feelings inside me. Wait, I need a keyboard. I walked to a guy fixing something on the stage. "Um, can I ask where I can find a keyboard?" I asked him.
"In that room over there." He said pointing on a door with a mark "sound equipment". I guess that's it. I entered the room and looked for a keyboard. Once I found it, I went out of the room and looked for a plug so that I can power this thing up. I end up going to the dressing room. I went in. No one was still in the room.
"Thank God." I said. I plugged the keyboards and started playing a few songs I could still remember from the Backstreet concert. It was a good warm up exercise and once I got the hang of it, I let loose everything. I tried to shut off the world around me and concentrated on the music. The music and I were one at that moment. There were no other things that existed but just me and the sound that I was making with the keyboards.
I dunno how long I was playing the instrument but I just didn't care. The melody I was making varies from time to time. I could remember the first was that of a very somber tone then to a happy one. It's just like that when the music and I mend together. Always changing.
I stopped pressing the keys when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and it was JC with a smile. "Everything okay with you?" He asked me with concern in his voice.
"I think I'm okay now. I just needed that." I said to him with a smile. Truthfully speaking, music does have that effect on me. It's very therapeutical for me.
"That's nice to hear. Are you gonna watch us? We are gonna start." JC said extending his hand to me. I took his hand and we walked out of the dressing room. Once outside, I could see most of them outside of the door.
"Um, why are y'all here?" I asked them.
"Well, we didn't want to disturb you so we just waited here but the concert is really about to start so..." Justin trailed off.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't know that I took so long there. The last thing I want to do is to delay you in your concert." I apologized to them. That was so sweet of them.
"No problem." Lance said and they entered the room to dress up for the concert leaving Nick and me alone outside. Nick's head wasn't looking at me and it seems that there is something interesting at the floor. I think he still feels guilty.
"Don't be guilty about it. I have to face reality sometimes and that's what I need." Nick looked at me as tears were beginning to form in his eyes. "I know that it's painful. It was my decision after all but don't ever feel so low because you have to snap me back to reality. I haven't faced my demons face to face, and one way or another I would." I said to him as I gave him a hug. He was now crying.
"Marty, Justin and I brought you here to escape the pain but I think I failed there coz I have to let my stupid mouth slip. You deserve happiness." Nick said as he cried on my shoulder as I comfort him.
"Nick, bringing me here is enough. I gained a new bunch of friends and y'all being there is already big for me. I am the one who should have apologized because of the way I acted a while ago." I said to him. And that's the end of it... for now.
As soon as Nick has composed himself, we entered the dressing room seeing the others in different stages of clothing themselves. Justin and Joey still haven't worn their pants; on the other hand, Lance and Chris were still bare from the top. And to top it all, JC was just wearing a pair of boxer-briefs. "How much can we sell the pictures of these fellas in the net?" I asked Nick jokingly. They stopped for a while looking at us.
"I dunno. I am sure that we'll be filthy rich." Nick answered me. The guys just threw some pillows at us. Nick and I were just laughing it out.
The big guy facilitating the rehearsals earlier came in. "Guys, ten more minutes!" He said out loud to them.
"We'll be finished soon, Wade." Justin answered, as he was looking for the other half of his shoes. So that's the Wade guy Justin talked to me about.
Nick and I enjoyed looking at the guys sorta panicking as they look for their pieces of clothing that they haven't worn. After a while, 5 fully clothed guys were hurrying walking out of the room. "Did they just forget about?" I asked Nick. Nick just nodded and we followed them walking out.
I'm just so speechless watching these guys performing. They were so natural about it. "Man, they're so good!" I said to Nick who was also enjoying himself with the new sounds that they were having.
"I know. I really like their music." Nick told me. The world just stopped. I looked at him incredulously. "What? Just because I'm from the 'rival group' doesn't mean I couldn't enjoy theirs." Nick said defensively that I just laughed at.
"And sleeping with one of the performers is another plus." I whispered to him. Nick just blushed furiously. I just have to do that to Nick.
After the concert, Nick and I were ushered back to the dressing room of the guys. Once we entered the room, Justin was all over Nick. "Did you enjoy the show? I know that it's better than the Backstreet, no offense Nicky! By the way, did you see me winking at you? Did you see the thrust thing?" Justin was talking so fast that he forgot the little detail that the others don't know that they are together. Once he realized that his tongue slipped, he quieted and looked at his band mates. They were shocked as well... especially JC.
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Well, NSYNC didn't win in the EMA01 but was so predictable because Europe isn't really NSYNC's place. Anyway, I just watched the video of Drowning by the Backstreet Boys and was it a wonderful video... it made me cry. And did you see Howie there, didn't he just look so hot there??? Chapter One is playing right now in my discman so to those who haven't bought it, buy it! I also have Britney where I really like the song That's Where You Take Me that was produced by Justin T and the Dido penned song, I'm Not A Girl, Not Yet A Woman. Also, I got Madonna's greatest hits which I think is the best collection ever. And Natalie Imbruglia's White Lilies Island which is so amazing! Her voice is really astounding!
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Netliant is down to six people and one small dog. Things don't look good. @exb We hear the Cisco/Andiamo beta sites have signed contracts whereby they can't say anything but niceties in public, or risk cement shoes. EMC has also been known to muzzle customers in the past. Take what you hear with a grain of salt - no way is Cisco dominating the Fibre Channel (FC) switch world - yet. @exe Wall Street analysts officially hate Brocade's Greg Reyes. We think they're jealous of his looks. Speaking of McData, don't get too carried away that the Brocade lawsuit issue is over, because the judge wouldn't issue an injunction against Brocade. They almost never do in a situation like this. Some of the language does lead one to believe that McData is going to lose this one, however. Merrill Lynch has over 50 Brocade 12000s deployed. That either makes them the most sophisticated - or the dumbest - users in the storage world. We can't figure it out yet. Sun bought Pirus and tied up CEO Rich Napolitano for two years. Brocade bought Rhapsody and ...
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iMDB Rating: 6.2
Date Released : 3 August 2006
Genre : Action, Adventure, Fantasy, Sci-Fi
Stars : Brandon Routh, Kevin Spacey, Kate Bosworth, James Marsden
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After eliminating General Zod & the other Kryptonian arch-villains, Ursa & Non, Superman leaves Earth to try to find his former home world of Krypton after astronomers have supposedly found it. When he finds nothing but remnants, he returns home to Earth - to find out that Lois Lane is engaged to a relative of his boss, and that Lex Luthor is at it again - after swindling an elderly, terminally ill woman. The psychopathic Luthor, whose plans to destroy California failed because of Superman's heroics, vows vengeance against the Man of Steel and contrives a new sinister plot - using the crystals of Krypton to build a continent that will wipe out most of North America! Embedded in the continent's structure is Kryptonite - the lethal substance that is Superman's only weakness. Upon learning of Luthor's sinister scheme, Superman must again race against time to stop the psychopathic Luthor before millions - possibly billions - are killed.
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Why the world needs Superman...
The basic premise of Superman Returns is that Superman has returned from an unexplained 5-year absence to find a world that seems to be getting along fine without him, that the woman he loves has moved on and has a family, and that he is- at least in terms of any beings similar to him- completely alone. The amazing thing is, this is the least angst-filled, least melodramatic superhero film in the past 5 years or so. I think the recent trend has been to try to get audiences to empathize with their heroes more by making them more human and actually taking them seriously. Peter Parker battles some very serious demons and is in constant struggle with being Spider-man, the X-Men films are very serious and political and the latest instalment, "The Last Stand," featured some startling and emotionally wrenching revelations, and Batman, well, need I go on?
So, here we have Superman in the first new film in almost 20 years. He has his issues, but unlike all the other Super heroes around, he seems to be very solemn about it all. After all, he is Superman, not Clark Kent; Clark Kent is his mask. Obviously a huge nitpick people will have is that Clark comes back the very, very same day as Superman and not one single idiot in the city of Metropolis seems to notice, right? Well, yes, that bugged me too, at first. But then, the more you think about it, that's just how Clark Kent is designed: completely forgettable (except by Jimmy), always in the background, and always overshadowed by the bigger story, which is Superman. David Carradine has a very great speech about Superman at the end of Kill Bill Volume 2 that justifies everything quite nicely to me, so I suggest seeing that if you haven't already. What this movie does a great job of doing is just showing this classic, iconic super hero doing what he does best: saving the day. There's something so refreshing about finally getting that clear view of Superman for the first time after he saves a planeload of passengers from certain doom, and saying with a smile: "Don't let this turn you off to flying, folks. Statistically it's still the safest mode of transportation."
But that brings us to the actual plot. It goes for simple, safe, repetitive tedious, even? And, honestly, it's the kind of plot that just doesn't justify the runtime. Lex Luthor comes up with a ridiculous plan that even in the world of comic books is pretty hard to swallow. He compares himself to Prometheus, how he is so generous with the "mortals" by sharing his wonderful discovery, though planning on killing billions in the process. Lex obviously forgot the last half of that story, where Prometheus is punished and confined to terrible pain for all of eternity. But maybe that's the point. I mean, we all know from the very beginning Lex won't win, he's doomed to lose, that's just how it's meant to be: Superman wins and Lex loses. Written in the scriptures: is, was, ever shall be, in comic strips, TV shows, feature films, living in an ageless universe, for all eternity.
Bryan Singer is obviously aware of this. Singer also directed X-Men 1&2, and I think his biggest problem as a director is that he lacks a sense of completion in his works. X-Men is not the kind of movie that you watch, and then once it's over, you want to watch it over again. It's the kind of movie that you watch, and then once it's over, you want to see the next one. The X-Men films were each done with the presumption that there would be a next instalment, and that's fine I guess if you like always being on the edge of your seat waiting for the next one, but when his Superman movie does the same thing and drags past the 2-and-a-half hour mark, there's a problem. If nothing else, the movie establishes that Superman is indeed back, and we should expect to see more of him in the future.
Superman Returns is definitely a grand film. It's big, it's loud, it's expensive. I usually don't think to myself, 'hey that looks expensive,' when watching a movie, but I did in this case. It doesn't try for anything new or bold, it doesn't want to, and it's nice to see a super hero movie where the hero is the generic do-gooder, and helps mankind because he really wants to. That's why I think Superman garners more universal appeal than any others. But, honestly, the angsty heroes can be much more interesting. Certainly so with last year's Batman Begins, which I thought was a great, perfect movie, while I though Superman Returns was really good, but probably could have been better.
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africa: still not a country
I love hearing about African responses to American movies about Africa. There are so many stereotypes and cliches that we aren't even aware of when we watch those movies here, but that Africans immediately notice. The reaction to The Constant Gardner, for example, was far from the positive reviews it got from everyone I know in the states. In Kenya, for example, one of the papers published a long article about how ridiculous the movie was, how it was just another story of a white person coming to save Africa from itself, how it was so distanced from reality. It's stuff like that (and inaccuracies, like all the Nigerians playing Somalis in Black Hawk Down) that make me decide to skip most American movies about Africa.
So it's interesting to hear about Ugandan reactions to The Last King of Scotland. Steve Not the Lawyer and I saw it a couple of weeks ago. If you haven't, I highly recommend it. It's brutal and difficult, but it also looks more like the Africa I know than any other movie I've seen in recent years. Forest Whitaker sounds like an Anglophone East African in the film, and he definitely deserved his Oscar (apparently the Ugandan press agrees). It's a fantastic film. It's not the whole story, but it was filmed on location, and it shows. Maybe efforts like this, to learn the language, the accents, and to actually film in the place are what sets a film about Africa apart. Here's hoping there will be many more to come.
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This is for Dead Wretched. Recently, one member of that band in a polite and decidedly unpunk manner requested another blogger take down his post of their single, in light of their up-coming re-issue. Rather than jeopardize the sales of any one's re-issue (sadly, one of my favourite words in the English language), I won't post the single either. Instead, I'll offer up this long-out-of-print bootleg, which, along with a boat load of what's called UK '82 punk, just so happens to include the mysteriously wonderful, "No Hope for the the Wretched" by Dead Wretched.
In the early eighties "No Hope for the the Wretched" appeared, uncredited, cheek-by-jowl with Demob's "No Room For You"(see here) on a very formative mix tape. So this volume of Punk Territory seemed so apt to me, containing, as it does, both of those obscurities. At first listen, "No Hope For You" sounds mighty dour (and if there was one thing UK '82 excelled at, it was Dourness). And yet, it's got a perfectly baited hook that reels you in. Then, after snaring you, it releases you with a start, saying, "Despair not oh wretched one, you need only sing along".
Much of the rest of this comp fits squarely with UK '82, of which American super-punk Felix Von Havoc says, "Early 80's UK punk was catchy as hell; it has sing-a-long choruses and hooky riffs". He's right but while lots of these bands aimed for a punkified Motorhead roar, their recording budgets left them with tinny guitars that bled right into the cymbals in the mix. Still, there be highlights here, including Pseudo Exsistors' "Coming Up for Air" the Fun 4's disturbing pop-punk song, "Singing in the Shower" and Defiant Pose's Stiff Little Fingers-ish "Someone Else's War". Meanwhile, the not-without-their-charms Fits, "Listen to Me" kinda encapsulates everything that became cliched about UK '82.
Since I have a limited and fitful connection to this highly specific sub-genre, I'd like to entreat MRML readers to add their voice to this post by relating clever anecdotes, sordid gossip or other musical minutiae in the COMMENTS section.
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Rotini was found by Magdalena and her friend in Pilsen, just living on the streets. She writes, "we named him Rotini because when you hold him he goes limp like a noodle. He is very affectionate. Loves to be pet, and constantly rubs his face and head on you. He does little love bites while doing that. He won't stop purring!
With his long fur and his mismatched eyes we believe Rotini is an Angora or a Turkish Van mix. Or maybe an Angora mixed with Turkish Van. At any rate he's a handsome man seeking a home.
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"Basket Case" is a song by American punk rock band Green Day. It was released as the third single from their third album, Dookie. The song spent five weeks at the top of the Modern Rock Tracks chart.
Rolling Stone Readers ranked it #5 on the list of Best Singles of 1994.
The song was written by frontman Billie Joe Armstrong about his struggle with anxiety; before he was diagnosed with a panic disorder, he thought he was going crazy. Billie Joe once commented that "The only way I knew how to deal with it was to write a song about it."
The song is based on Pachelbel's Canon. The introductory verse features only Armstrong and his guitar. During the middle of the first chorus the rest of the band joins in, with Tré Cool adding fast tom fills and explosive transitions and Mike Dirnt adding a bass line that is reminiscent of the vocal melody.
"Basket Case" was released after successful singles, "Longview" and "Welcome to Paradise." "Basket Case" later became an even bigger hit, spending five weeks at the top of the Modern Rock Tracks chart; five times longer than "Longview". In 1995, Green Day was nominated for a Grammy Award for Best Rock Vocal Performance by a Duo or Group for "Basket...


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Friendly reminder, you can put a few bucks in to the pocket of any blogger you want to reward at no extra cost to you when you are going to shop at Amazon anyway. Just click through any Amazon link on their blog and if you buy any Amazon product, not just the product advertised, the blogger gets a little tip. No doubt there are more deserving or needy bloggers than me. My point is that you should not waste the opportunity.


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Tuesday, August 25, 2015
Gaudio Awards: A Trip Down Memory Lane
The Gaudio rebrand is currently well underway and lots is being done ready to launch in the next couple of months. As part of the rebrand process we have been looking back at our roots and I thought it would be nice to share the Gaudio story with you. So here is the story of how Gaudio became one of the most successful designers and manufacturers of bespoke awards in the UK.
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So, I think the theme today is pretty self explanatory. It's Fathers' Day, so some poems about or involving fathers are in order.
On the Beach At Night, Walt Whitman
ON the beach, at night,
Stands a child, with her father,
Watching the east, the autumn sky.
Up through the darkness,
While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in black masses spreading,
Lower, sullen and fast, athwart and down the sky,
Amid a transparent clear belt of ether yet left in the east,
Ascends, large and calm, the lord-star Jupiter;
And nigh at hand, only a very little above,
Swim the delicate brothers, the Pleiades.
From the beach, the child, holding the hand of her father,
Those burial-clouds that lower, victorious, soon to devour all,
Watching, silently weeps.
Weep not, child,
Weep not, my darling,
With these kisses let me remove your tears;
The ravening clouds shall not long be victorious,
They shall not long possess the sky- shall devour the stars only in
Jupiter shall emerge- be patient- watch again another night- the
Pleiades shall emerge,
They are immortal- all those stars, both silvery and golden, shall
shine out again,
The great stars and the little ones shall shine out again- they
The vast immortal suns, and the long-enduring pensive moons, shall
again shine.
Then, dearest child, mournest thou only for Jupiter?
Considerest thou alone the burial of the stars?
Something there is,
(With my lips soothing thee, adding, I whisper,
I give thee the first suggestion, the problem and indirection,)
Something there is more immortal even than the stars,
(Many the burials, many the days and nights, passing away,)
Something that shall endure longer even than lustrous Jupiter, 30
Longer than sun, or any revolving satellite,
Or the radiant brothers, the Pleiades.
I'm not a huge Whitman fan - as Homer Simpson says, "Leaves of Grass, my ass!" - but I like the image here of a father and daughter on the beach at night, looking up at the stars and such.
Father William, Lewis Carroll
'You are old, father William,' the young man said,
'And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head -
Do you think, at your age, it is right?'
'In my youth,' father William replied to his son,
'I feared it would injure the brain;
But now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again.'
'You are old,' said the youth, 'as I mentioned before,
And have grown most uncommonly fat;
Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door -
Pray, what is the reason of that?'
'In my youth,' said the sage, as he shook his grey locks,
'I kept all my limbs very supple
By the use of this ointment - one shilling the box -
Allow me to sell you a couple.'
'You are old,' said the youth, 'and your jaws are too weak
For anything tougher than suet;
Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak -
Pray, how did you manage to do it?'
'In my youth,' said his father, 'I took to the law,
And argued each case with my wife;
And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw,
Has lasted the rest of my life.'
'You are old,' said the youth; one would hardly suppose
That your eye was as steady as ever;
Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose -
What made you so awfully clever?'
'I have answered three questions, and that is enough,'
Said his father; 'don't give yourself airs!
Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
Be off, or I'll kick you down stairs!'
From Alice in Wonderland, obviously. I'm a great fan of Alice and her adventures, and I particularly like Carroll's pastiches of popular educational poetry.
Father's Chore, Edgar Allen Guest
My Pa can hit his thumbnail with a hammer and keep still;
He can cut himself while shaving an' not swear;
If a ladder slips beneath him an' he gets a nasty spill
He can smile as though he really didn't care.
But the pan beneath the ice-box- when he goes to empty that-
Then a sound-proof room the children have to hunt;
For we have a sad few minutes in our very pleasant flat
When the water in it splashes down his front.
My Pa believes his temper should be all the time controlled;
He doesn't rave at every little thing;
When his collar-button underneath the chiffonier has rolled
A snatch of merry ragtime he will sing.
But the pan beneath the ice box- when to empty that he goes-
As he stoops to drag it out we hear a grunt;
From the kitchen comes a rumble, an' then everybody knows
That he splashed the water in it down his front.
Now the distance from the ice box to the sink's not very far-
I'm sure it isn't over twenty feet-
But though very short the journey, it is long enough for Pa
As he travels it disaster grim to meet.
And it's seldom that he makes it without accident, although
In the summer time it is his nightly stunt;
And he says a lot of language that no gentleman should know
When the water in it splashes down his front.
We've seen some of Guest's poetry before. Apparently, fathers and fatherhood are some of his favorite topics, I've found seven or eight by him in this vein. I like this one.


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Here we go again. At this very moment, my soul has already gone home leaving my physics here at the campus. You see, when all the mess messes up your life, it's no doubt you should take a break. See you in a week!
|When I open my eyes tomorrow morning, I will be seeing my parents and hometown.


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I hope I'm wrong, but I doubt it ~ it will be a shame to lose such a great real ale and music venue. I'll let you know if I hear anything new.
Wednesday, 31 August 2011
Freshfield to be a Hungry Horse
I hope I'm wrong, but I doubt it ~ it will be a shame to lose such a great real ale and music venue. I'll let you know if I hear anything new.
5 comments:
- Clive Pownceby31 August 2011 at 15:11
John Owen's weekly Folk Club - in fact called The Hungry Horse on the Wirral at the former Rake Hall in Little Stanney was recently, reading between the lines, 'forced out' of its venue as the club room was needed for an expansion in the numbers of diners. Here too was a successful music club that had operated for some years. They've now relocated to a Sports and Social club (ring any bells Bothy-goers?!) and John is putting a brave face on things but I share RN's concerns.ReplyDelete
This has to be bad news for the 'Freshie' and I don't mind being quoted thus.
I've just heard from Colin, who runs Grafeful Fred's, that he will probably move GF to the RAFA Club by Freshfield Station.ReplyDelete
Good old Green King or as its better know down South Greedy King.ReplyDelete
- clive B5 September 2011 at 09:42
Just heard about the vandalism to be perpetrated on the Freshy. I like the "Greedy King "reference. Can nothing be done to stop this. We already had a similar thing with the Bay Horse which lost it's traditional Bar. The Freshy is even more of a loss as it regularly hosts Guitar nights ,Gigs,Comedy and Jazz evenings and much much more. This is a facility lost to the community which cannot be replacedReplyDelete
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Break dancing has been a popular underground and urban style of dance in the US and around the world for almost 40 years.
In recent years the dance has become so popular that even seniors and young children are performing the complicated dance steps and taking part in the breakdancing culture.
Check out this awesome little Chinese 5 year-old breakdancing and tearing up the stage