A writer from ESPN recently listed his favorite YouTube videos of all time. This is decent list, but mostly a killer time-waster.
There are two videos in the article that are deemed too vulgar to link on ESPN. Here they are for your viewing pleasure:
And it’s true: this just gets better with age.
From L’Allegro by John Milton
Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee
Jest, and youthful Jollity,
Quips and cranks and wanton wiles,
Nods and becks and wreathed smiles
Such as hang on Hebe’s cheek,
And love to live in dimple sleek;
Sport that wrinkled Care derides,
And Laughter holding both his sides.
Come, and trip it, as you go,
On the light fantastic toe;
And in thy right hand lead with thee
The mountain-nymph, sweet Liberty;
And, if I give thee honour due,
Mirth, admit me of thy crew,
To live with her, and live with thee,
In unreproved pleasures free …
In keeping with the theme of dancing, free and uninhibited, please see the video located at www.wherethehellismatt.com. This guy is living my dream (sans the bad dancing).
“An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.”
- Mahatma Gandhi
“When people talk, listen completely. Most people never listen.”
- Ernest Hemingway
“Whoever undertakes to set himself up as a judge of truth and knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter of the Gods.”
- Albert Einstein
“Iron rusts from disuse, stagnant water loses its purity, and in cold weather become frozen: even so does inaction sap the vigors of the mind.”
- Leonardo da Vinci
A man traveling across a field encountered a tiger. He fled, the tiger after him. Coming to a precipice, he caught hold of the root of a wild vine and swung himself over the edge.
The tiger sniffed at him from above. Trembling, the man looked down to where, far below, another tiger was now waiting to eat him. Only the vine sustained him.
Two mice, one white and one black, little by little started to gnaw away the vine. The man then saw a luscious strawberry near him. Grasping the vine with one hand, he plucked the strawberry with the other.
How sweet it tasted.
One of my all-time favorite CDs is David Byrne’s Grown Backwards. Maybe my love of that CD is why I am drawn to Byrne’s tree drawings. Both the CD and the drawings focus on simple themes that are injected with smart commentary on our contemporary existence.
Byrne is a true Renaissance man who appears just as comfortable behind a computer or camera as he is writing music. He’s got a website that he keeps updated more than regularly, and even streams a monthly music selection.
Not for this guy, who chronicles his experiences with Paxil, an anti-anxiety drug. He compares it to ecstasy (which sounds good), but then says he has no feelings and has the urge to get drunk all the time (which sounds bad).
This commercial for Folger’s coffee from director Steve Ayson is bizarre, witty and spot-on with regards to my personal relationship with mornings and coffee.
Lewis Black said that you know that North Korea is evil because all of the video that comes out of there is in black and white – and it isn’t the film. What goes on in North Korea is a special kind of evil that we aren’t supposed to see, until now. I admire the commitment to public arts, but other than that, Norh Korea looks like a really creepy place.
In principle, any person is allowed to travel to North Korea, and among those who actually go through the complex application process, almost no one is refused entry. Visitors are not, however, allowed to travel outside designated tour areas without their Korean guides.
I believe the Ryugyong Hotel is perhaps the best metaphor for the country of North Korea. It’s a massive structure – the tallest building in the world intended for hotel use – and it has been sitting empty and unfinished for the last 15 or so years. The pyramid dominates the North Korean skyline, but it’s just a shell. In some photos, there are lights in the windows of the hotel, but these are Photoshopped.
The picture he draws is almost impossible to believe: a country where years are counted from the conception (not birth) of Kim il-Sung, where food aid is divided between “useful population” and “useless population,” where radios blare propaganda in every room, where gruesome stories of WWII and the Korean War replay on an endless loop, where the best store in town offers one shoe style in two colors, where people get genuinely teary-eyed about the “Dear Leader,” and-most stunning of all—where people seem to actually believe everything they’re told.
While I am certainly in no hurry to visit North Korea any time soon, I can’t help but be intrigued by the country, its leaders and the people who live there. Reading about it and seeing pictures reminds me of a Cuban friend of mine telling me that she wants to visit Cuba before Castro dies because now Cuba is like a time capsule of the 1950s, and she wants to experience that world before Capitalism moves in en masse.