Hugging from the side is WAY more Christian

Any of you who may have attended Grace Tabernacle (or any other church that taught you that your body was your worst, most treacherous enemy and should never be trusted) should get a kick out of this video.

The singer exhorts young people, when they find themselves in the oh-so-tricky situation of the “side-hug-gone-front-hug,” to “…Go ahead and scream it, when I hug people I leave room for the holy spirit!”

Instant hit! Here’s another jewel: “”If a girl walks up with her arms spread wide, front-hug-bound with that look in her eye, you better turn to the side and pat her on the back – Jesus never hugged nobody like that!”

Tee-hee!

via MrMillCity

Ha de ser un tipo, pero igual es GIGANTE

Eso vimos hoy:

En su pagina de MySpace, dice que sus intereses son: “fantasy wrestling, overpowering, role play, domination, scissors sessions, feats of strength, foot fetish, and tug of war.” Hay mas info aca. (English)

Otras fotos aca.

Stilts guy upstaged by tiny Michael imitator

Very fun! How in the heck did he learn to do those moves?

via Miss Cellania

Coolest kid-friendly staircase! LOVE!

I wish I would have had one of these when I was a kid…

More cool staircases here.

via Neatorama

Oh-so-vulgar, but oh-so-hilarious! The Shake Weight-OMG!

Oh. My. God.

I saw this on TV, and laughed so hard I nearly peed my pants. While you are watching, be sure and reflect, albeit briefly, on the circumstances in which this new idea was born inside the head of the inventor. I also want to know what these folks’ moms think about their appearance in these commercials…

For the ladies:

And don’t worry, guys – it’s not just for ladies! Here’s a version for you, too!

The desolation of social media

Poignantly illustrated by zoo animals. Brilliant, not to mention probably painfully close to the truth for some…

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Eric Ripert’s tepid approval of the “evil empire” Costco

I thoroughly enjoyed this video and subsequent write-up. The amazing GQ food writer Alan Richman invites Eric Ripert (of PBS’s Avec Eric) to Westchester to experience buying and cooking food in suburbia. They went to Costco, to Eric Ripert’s utter dismay, but the beautifully-planned and executed meal somehow made things end quite well. I’m relieved, since Costco headquarters are nearby and serve as a big job source for our area, and I’m also thrilled because I came away from the video with a ton of great new ideas to try out the next time I go to Costco!

Many thanks to both Alan and Eric for such a fun, light-hearted project – very nicely done!

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Balloon bass

Wow! These guys blow our high-school garage bands out of the water! And very low-tech, I might add…

via Urlesque

The Muppets do Bohemian Rhapsody

Love. Love. Love. Love. Love.

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“Duh” technology

I love this concept – these two architects are looking for ways to harness energy which is already being created in already-existing structures. Behold the Revolution Door, a sort of revolving-door low-speed/high torque turbine, which can produce enough energy to power over a dozen lightbulbs for more than a day!

In dense urban areas with many large buildings with high foot traffic, this could be a crazy-cool development with some further refinement.

via Red Tory

Palinpalooza!

Great compilation I saw on Red Tory:

Up close with some Palin fans

I’m very pleased to have found this. And also nauseated.

I recommend pouring yourself a double before settling in to watch. I’ll tell you this: That old guy at the end of the video isn’t the only one who’s really afraid of what’s happening in America.

via Deep Thoughts

National terrorism in the name of Jesus-through prayer!

Sounds scary, right?

Well listen to this interview.

When I hear crap like this, it really makes me feel happy—not to mention morally superior—about not belonging to any sort of church.

Let’s consider some of the Christ-like musings of Pastor Wiley Drake, who preaches at First Southern Baptist Church in Buena Park, California.

Here is an excerpt of a conversation Pastor Drake had with Alan Colmes on his radio show earlier this year about the dear Pastor’s fervent prayers that President Obama die and that his children be fatherless and his wife be a widow.

“Are you praying for his death?” Colmes asked Drake, referring to President Obama.

“Yes,” Drake replied.

“So you’re praying for the death of the president of the United States?” Colmes asked.

“Yes.”

“You would like for the president of the United States to die?” Colmes asked once more.

“If he does not turn to God and does not turn his life around, I am asking God to enforce imprecatory prayers that are throughout the Scripture that would cause him death, that’s correct.”

As I’m in the middle of hurling my checkbook at the computer monitor, Colmes takes a call from a listener. The caller (rightly) observes that the pastor’s call to violence in the name of religion to support a political agenda is just terrorism.

To this, Pastor Drake replies: “No, I’m not a terrorism supporter, I’m a vengeance of God supporter.”

Really. Vengeance of God. How very Old Testament of you. And I’ll refrain from mentioning any analogy to “jihad” here.

Referring to the murder of Dr. George Tiller, Alan Colmes asked Pastor Drake if he “got what he wanted,” and Drake replied, “Well, I think so, and I think in the days ahead, we’ll see other imprecatory prayers answered.”

[For the record, “imprecatory prayers” are prayers for misfortune or death to befall someone, usually an evildoer or a backslider. Me? I usually pray for people to feel  better when they are sick. Or for folks to find comfort when they lose a loved one. Or that the world’s wackos stop spouting this incendiary bullshit with the intentions of provoking more senseless violence.]

Ugh. This is what irritates me the most. Pastor Drake claims to be the most righteous of them all, what with his relationship with Jesus Christ as his personal Lord and Savior, and he is exactly the one displaying the most un-Christ-like behavior. As hymn-belting accordionist Sister Virginia from my childhood church would have said, “Pastor Drake, that’s just not very Christian of you.”

It’s just gross. I grew up in a Pentecostal and Southern Baptist family, and this is still impossible to understand. Knowing that many in my family probably would swallow this guy’s message hook, line, and sinker without asking any questions or performing any critical analysis simply because the pastor names Jesus Christ makes me feel like throwing up.

Via Salon

Molly Moon for breakfast, y’all!

And now, just in time for the reappearance of my holiday fat pants…news to liven up our dreary fall and winter weekends in the Pacific Northwest!

Local ice cream parlor Molly Moon is offering oatmeal served with a scoop of maple bacon ice cream for breakfast on the weekends.

Oatmeal. With maple ice cream. And candied bacon. Saturday and Sunday. Till 1pm. At both locations…

Yum!

via Voracious

Enjoy a Turkey Cake for Thanksgiving!

Lovely, and maybe even vegetarian-friendly for your dinner! Available in “white meat” and “dark meat” from Seattle’s Madison Park Bakery:

via Serious Eats

Sometimes the answer is easy

This was a very neat article about a new medical breakthroughs for treating Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disorder (COPD), asthma, bronchitis, and other lung afflictions which cause the body to produce too much mucus. By using an inexpensive flute which creates vibrations at 16 hertz (the same frequency as the lungs’ cilia move to dislodge the excess mucus), patients enjoy at least the same benefit as current COPD treatments. Already used in Japan, Europe, and Canada, and I understood that FDA approval is already in place for diagnostic use, with approval for therapeutic use expected very soon.

Video here:

Best of What’s New 2009: Playing the Lung Flute from PopSci.com on Vimeo.

Link at Neatorama

First, mountain beavers. Now, coyotes!

Yup. We had mountain beavers and thought they were a hoot to watch. Now, we have sighted a coyote in my Seattle backyard. Kind of neat! I snapped first with the cell phone and then got some other photos with the regular camera. None of the shots are very good, but I guess you get the idea…

First, under our big cedar tree, complements of Blackberry:

Then I managed to fish out my camera…I think the coyote heard me rummaging around and he headed around the side of the house before I could turn the camera on. Here, it is standing over near our propane tanks:

Next, I got a clearer shot of the coyote near the tanks – these are 125-gallon size tanks, about 4 feet tall:

Then, the coyote loped down our driveway towards the Burke Gilman Trail:

And just before the critter disappeared, I managed to get a shot of it perched atop our neighbor’s horrendous pile of mulch that has been there for at least the past year. Sitting in front of our yard. A huge, mulchy eyesore. Grumble grumble. But here’s the coyote standing on it, anyway:

Last I heard, some of the neighbors had gotten together and set a trap to try and catch the little guy and relocate it. Guess they haven’t gotten it yet!

I thought it was kind of neat to see.

Not your problem?

Loved this one, too…May we all remember this story, especially in our current “I’ve got mine, so screw you” social and political climate:

A mouse looked through a crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife opening a package; what food might it contain?

He was aghast to discover that it was a mouse trap!

Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning, “There is a mouse trap in the house, there is a mouse trap in the house.”

The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said, “Mr. Mouse, I can tell you this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me; I cannot be bothered by it.”

The mouse turned to the pig and told him, “There is a mouse trap in the house.”

“I am so very sorry Mr. Mouse,” sympathized the pig, “but there is nothing I can do about it but pray; be assured that you are in my prayers.”

The mouse turned to the cow, who replied, “Like wow, Mr. Mouse, a mouse trap; am I in grave danger, Duh?”

So the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected to face the farmer’s mouse trap alone.

That very night a sound was heard throughout the house, like the sound of a mouse trap catching its prey. The farmer’s wife rushed to see what was caught.

In the darkness, she did not see that it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught.

The snake bit the farmer’s wife.

The farmer rushed her to the hospital.

She returned home with a fever. Now everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup’s main ingredient.

His wife’s sickness continued so that friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock. To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig.

The farmer’s wife did not get well, in fact, she died, and so many people came for her funeral the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide meat for all of them to eat.

So the next time you hear that someone is facing a problem and think that it does not concern you, remember that when the least of us is threatened, we are all at risk.

via Miss Cellania

La lección de las naranjas

Este cuentecito me encantó, y me parece que es super-aplicable en “today’s tough times.” ¡Qué lo disfruten!

Juan trabajaba en una empresa hace dos años, siempre fue muy serio, dedicado y cumplidor de sus obligaciones, llegaba puntual y estaba orgulloso de que en dos años nunca recibió una amonestación.

Cierto dia busco al gerente para hacerle un reclamo:

– Señor, trabajo en esta empresa hace dos años con bastante esmero y estoy a gusto con mi puesto, pero siento que he sido postergado. Mire Rogelio, ingresó a un puesto igual que el mío hace 6 meses y ya está siendo promovido a supervisor.

– Uhmmmm – Mostrando preocupación el gerente – Le dice: Mientras resolvemos esto quisiera que me ayudaras a resolver un problema. Quiero dar fruta al personal para la sobremesa del almuerzo de hoy. En la bodega de la esquina venden fruta, por favor, averigüe si tienen naranjas.

Juan se esmeró en cumplir con el encargo y en 5 minutos estaba de vuelta.

– Bueno Juan ¿Que averiguaste?

– Señor, sí tienen naranjas a la venta.

– ¿Y cuánto cuestan?

– Ah.. eso no lo pregunté.

– Ok, pero ¿había suficientes naranjas para todo el personal?

– Tampoco pregunté eso señor.

– ¿Hay alguna fruta que pueda sustituir a la naranja?

– No sé señor, pero creo…

– Bueno Juan, Siéntate un momento.

El Gerente mandó llamar a Rogelio. Cuando éste se presentó, le dio las mismas instrucciones que le dio a Juan y en diez minutos estaba de vuelta.

Cuando Rogelio regresó, el gerente le pregunta:

– Y bien Rogelio ¿qué noticias me tienes?

– Señor, tienen naranjas, lo suficiente para atender a todo el personal y, si prefiere, también tiene plátano, papaya, melón y mango. La naranja está a 1.5 pesos el kg. El plátano a 2.20 la mano, el mango a 0.9 el kg. Me dice que si le compra en cantidad le darán un descuento de 8%. He dejado separada la naranja pero si usted escoge otra fruta debo de regresar para confirmar el pedido.

– Muchas gracias Rogelio, pero espera un momento…

– Se dirige el gerente a Juan, que aun seguía con la cara de “WTF” estupefacto y le pregunta:

– Juan, ¿Qué me decías?

– Nada señor, eso es todo…. Con su permiso….

via Vida en Zen

This tele-evangelist doesn’t do it for the money

He says so himself in this [highly-entertaining] interview. It’s 9 minutes long, but fascinating! Especially for someone who grew up in a Pentecostal home. Excellent reader comments, too.

I think I should also get a private plane – I “wear out” too when I fly commercial!! Tee-hee!

via J-Walk

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