another great find by the player/coach...

the question "how many do you want?" comes up a lot. can't stop watching this guy.

and thanks as always to this guy (who refuses to admit that jerry rice was on dancing with the stars):

can't stop posting videos today...

for mac fu...

DRUG fiend Pete Doherty stoops to a shocking new low in pictures showing him injecting heroin into an unconscious fan.

The junkie Babyshambles singer, who has won the heart of supermodel Kate Moss, was snapped jabbing the pretty youngster as she lay in his squalid kitchen.

Other pictures seen by The Sun show the rocker — who faces drugs charges — injecting himself and being helped to take drugs by a girl using her hands to form a makeshift tourniquet.

Yet another sees Doherty, 27, smoke a “crack bowl”, his tattooed and blood-stained arms betraying his addiction.

new york murder stats...

The oldest killer was 88; he murdered his wife. The youngest was 9; she stabbed her friend. The women were more than twice as likely as men to murder a current spouse or lover. But once the romance was over, only the men killed their exes. The deadliest day was on July 10, 2004, when eight people died in separate homicide.

Five people eliminated a boss; 10 others murdered co-workers. Males who killed favored firearms, while women and girls chose knives as often as guns. More homicides occurred in Brooklyn than in any other borough. More happened on Saturday. And roughly a third are unsolved.

At the end of each year, the New York Police Department reports the number of killings — there were 540 in 2005. Typically, much is made of how the number has fallen in recent years — to totals not seen since the early 1960's. But the police spend little time compiling the individual details.

america's funniest for a-game...

for high life...

whose brew crew swept the braves for the first time ever.

an all-time favorite song...

(thanks to this guy)

thanks to earl for tracking this one down...

i'm totally wearing this next time i get invited to a birthday party for some slightly overweight, horribly mediocre stacey, jamie, randi or brooke with un-naturally straight hair and a $500 purse. everyone will think it is so funny. too bad i won't be kidding.

the smithy code?

LONDON —­ It took the lawyers-cum-cryptographers from the Olswang law firm here most of Wednesday and Thursday, and a good many hints from Justice Peter Smith, to crack the secret coded message the judge playfully concealed in his ruling in the recent “Da Vinci Code” copyright case.

The answer to the puzzle Justice Smith called the “Smithy Code” was a simple phrase, an homage to Admiral John Arbuthnot Fisher, known as Jackie, credited with modernizing the British Navy in the early 20th century. The phrase, confirmed by the judge, was: “Jackie Fisher who are you Dreadnought.”

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one of the greatest overs ever...

it's flintoff bowling against ponting from the ashes. really entertaining stuff.

fredeeky loves comments....

when you comment on the blizzy i try to give you something back. so if glenn hubbard is who i think he is then this is for you glenn. (miami spice ought to find it intriguing as well, even if he mind is elsewhere.)

photo essay...

i have to admit that i didn't really take any of these, but i really feel like i could have. it's basically a day in the life of fredeeky -- brought to you by flikr.

obey...

andre the giant found a hilarious video on google. you should all watch it.

i'm just as suprised as you...

it's a long awaited hipster report. thought we had lost him to lawyering, but just when i had all but given up, he checks in with some thunder. nice work high life. i'll put prince fielder up here in your honor sometime soon.



This is what I have been listening to in 2006. Sorry about the absence, between the office, the OC, the cocktails, and Brooklyn dining, I have been neglecting my duties.



1. Tapes 'N Tapes - The Loon (Thanks Andre. This is from 2005, but hit me hard back in January. Now they are Pitchdork darlings.)



2. Built to Spill - You In Reverse (I am biased. These guys can do no wrong. Liar, Mess With Time, and Wherever You Go are highlights.)



3. Konono No. 1 - Congotronics (Just nuts. These guys are at Summerstage and that could be cool as hell.)



4. Voxtrot - Mothers, Sisters, Daughters, & Wives (A guilty pleasure. Two solid EPs. These guys will be big soon, if they ever put an album out.)



5. Fiery Furnaces - Bitter Tea (This album is really out there, but I think it is amazing. No real singles, as usual, but check out Police Sweater Blood Vow, which is probably their most accessible to date)



6. Islands - Return to the Sea (ex-Unicorns. 'nough said.)



7. More Pressure/Straight to the Head (Odds and Ends collection of Reggae singles from 1972-1977. I should move to Jamaica.)

Reading: George Saunders - In Persuasion Nation. Good stuff.

call us at 818-pumpkin...

sorry barry...

brutal sports night last night. rangers got blanked to go down 0-3 and the yanks left about 100 runners on base in a loss to the d-bags. lame.

mac fu's top 10 m.c.'s...

no one owns more hip hop than miami spice and as a result he should be listened to. observe and respect his knowledge.

probably not supposed to be funny...

a movie for a-game and reg dunlop...

sicky release date bro

andre the giant has a love child...

another movie list...

this one is 102 movies you must see before you can have an informed discussion about movies.

need to read this...

Jane Jacobs, the writer and thinker who brought penetrating eyes and ingenious insight to the sidewalk ballet of her own Greenwich Village street and came up with a book that challenged and changed the way people view cities, died today in Toronto, where she lived. She was 89.

In her book "Death and Life of Great American Cities," written in 1961, Ms. Jacobs's enormous achievement was to transcend her own withering critique of 20th-century urban planning and propose radically new principles for rebuilding cities.

At a time when both common and inspired wisdom called for bulldozing slums and opening up city space, Ms. Jacobs's prescription was ever more diversity, density and dynamism — in effect, to crowd people and activities together in a jumping, joyous urban jumble

Ms. Jacobs's thesis was supported and enlarged by her deep, eclectic reading. But most compelling was her description of the everyday life she witnessed from her home above a candy store at 555 Hudson Street.

west indies is my squad...

barry beck is on the ledge right now...

a-game loves ira glass...

Glass and his transplanted colleagues are busy preparing a TV version of This American Life, set for a six-episode run on Showtime, premiering this fall. They’re also producing new shows for the radio, and building new offices and studio space on 27th Street, near Seventh Avenue. This American Life, which helped launch David Sedaris, Sarah Vowell, and David Rakoff, has built a cult following with its offbeat audio essays and reported pieces about everyday life—pieces Glass has referred to as “little movies for the radio.” Now his challenge is to turn those stories into little movies for TV.

can you do a .357 with a bayonet?

here's the wes anderson american express commercial

the player/coach's keith hernandez report...

this is great work by reggie, but he forgot to mention why hernandez (a.k.a. "mex" - not sure why) is in the news lately. check it out reggie.



I have a new found love for Keith Hernandez. The guy grew up in SF and makes my love for Nor-Cal look weak. He got in huge big argument with the other Mets commentator (who's a real d-bag) about the state flag of California, why we still refer to ourselves as a Republic and the Micro-climates of SF. Turns out he went to San Mateo Junior College that has a rich history of athletic and Musical alumni (Bill Walsh, John Madden, Dick Vermiel, Phil Lesh and Merv Griffin) Did I mention he has an awesome Mustache and porked Elaine. What is not to like about this guy!

don't know why it took me so long to link to this one...

"Can we just pretend you're a mate of Johnny's, and you've just stopped by to hang out?" he asks. Shortly after he says this, Doherty taps a bit of heroin onto a sheet of aluminum foil. Rolling up a second square of foil into a long tube, he peers through it, briefly, as if it's a sailor's scope, then cooks the heroin with a lighter and, using the tube as a straw, inhales.

Over the next three hours, Doherty will also smoke crack, shoot heroin and take an Ecstasy pill. He does all of this casually, and openly, except for the shooting up, which he performs near the kitchenette, with his back to us. He offers me heroin and Ecstasy but not crack. I decline. The more drugs Doherty does, the more he seems to relax. He never becomes incoherent, though occasionally he seems confused. At one point, while we're talking, he stares at my feet and says, "Could you take your shoes off, please?" I tell him that I already have.