tedx:

Happy Friday! Here are some GIFs of kids trying foods for the first time — snabbed from this adorable video made for TEDxSydney»

Watch the whole thing for some priceless reactions to Vegemite, anchovy, and gherkin.

Inside The Multi-Million Dollar Parisian Time Capsule

all-thats-interesting:

Time Capsule Living Room

Source: Demilked

France, 1942 – Nazi Germany occupies Paris. A frightened woman hurriedly gathers all the possessions she can carry and takes one last look around her lavish apartment. The south of France will be safer, she reassures herself. German soldiers have been raiding…

Chris Conley and the UGA hype video. Get excited, Clemson is only 15 days away. Also you can see a half second of #23, white chocolate, white hope, white Adrian Peterson or as they call him at Aquinas in Augusta GA - Brendan Douglas. Not a lot of people pumping up small school southern catholics but I am proud of this fellow alum.

theatlantic:

China’s Culinary Diversity in One Map
[Image: MIT Technology Review]

It took me until graduate school that China isn’t a homogenous place, this after my classmate Jin told me angrily that she couldn’t understand a damn thing that another Chinese student was saying. I thought it was her accent but she enlightened me that is was that she was speaking her own language with another girl from the same region. This Atlantic article exposes this fact in an interesting way, through food

theatlantic:

China’s Culinary Diversity in One Map

[Image: MIT Technology Review]

It took me until graduate school that China isn’t a homogenous place, this after my classmate Jin told me angrily that she couldn’t understand a damn thing that another Chinese student was saying. I thought it was her accent but she enlightened me that is was that she was speaking her own language with another girl from the same region. This Atlantic article exposes this fact in an interesting way, through food

I love this picture.  

I love this picture.  

Great Nike compilation of Tongan two steps, jump cuts and jukes. Enjoy

Rugby porn

Rugby porn

In Athens, Ga., a Downtown Renaissance

Good piece on Athens in the NYT

The Distant Executioner

Engaging long form article on snipers

$2.4M in counterfeit items, 4 pounds of pot seized

Don’t ever let anything ruin that smile Gregory Tibbs. thanks edsbs

Starbucks vs. Dunkin Donuts

A fancy way of breaking down the crap coffee we drink everyday. Thanks edsbs

Start getting pumped up. USA v Ireland. We met them in the world cup on the anniversary of 9/11 and lost. Watching the men sing the national anthem and the Irish fans respect the moment was a truly emotional moment. Even though we lost that game to a very good Irish side, they left battered and bloodied. Todd Clever was dealing out some damn near career ending hits and this game will be no different. BBVA Compass Stadium in Houston, Tx June 8th -7:30.

Ross Turnbull’s adorable kid scores an adorable goal, adorably.

Stefon’s Last Show

In honor of Bill Hader’s last SNL here is a list of Stefon’s hottest new nightclubs in NYC:

New York’s hottest club is: Crease
Description: Club promoter Tranny Oakley has gone all out.
This place has everythingLights, psychos, Furbies, screaming babies in Mozart wigs, sunburned drifters with soap sud beards.
Soap sud beards? You know, that thing when the hobo becomes a rich man, so they take that big bubble bath?

New York’s hottest club is: Wesh
Description: Nine-year-old Tokyo pimp Ichiaku Guru is back with an all new hotspot that answers the question, “WHAT?!”
This place has everythingTrance, stilts, throw-up music, an albino that looks like Susan Powter, Teddy Graham people.
Teddy Graham people? It’s that thing of when a guy has the stumpy arms, but with the belly.

New York’s hottest club is: Twice
Description: Don’t be thrown off when you’re greeted at the door by a rabbi that looks like Joaquin Phoenix — you’re in the right place. Also, it’s owned by Robert Blake.
This place has everythingGauze, carnival barkers, groups of guys with afros in graduation caps, human fire hydrants.
Human fire hydrants? You know, it’s that thing of when high-waisted midgets have like, the red pants and the big ass.

New York’s hottest club is: Slice
Description: Club promoter Gay Liotta is back, and this time he’s… gone… crazy.
This place has everythingTwinks, gypsies, grown men in wedding dresses, a cat from a bodega, puppets in disguise.
Puppets in disguise? It’s that thing of when Alf wore a trench coat, so he could go out into public.

New York’s hottest club is: Taste
Description: Nightlife designer Tranny Griffith is back with an all-new club that answers the question, “Huh?!?” Don’t look for a bouncer — there isn’t one. Instead, the door’s guarded by 10 jacked homeless guys in old-fashioned bathing suits.
This place has everythingIce sculptures, winos, Germfs – German smurfs – a Teddy Ruxpin wearing mascara, an old lady wearing Kid ‘N Play hair, and none other than DJ Baby Bok Choy.
DJ Baby Bok Choy? He’s a giant 300-pound Chinese baby who wears tinted aviator glasses, and he spins records with his little ravioli hands.

New York’s hottest club is: Slash
This place has everythingGlass, steam, bear traps, and just when you think the fun is over — knock knock, who’s there? It’s Black George Washington! All that, and a party room filled with human bathmats.
Human bathmats? It’s that thing when midgets have dreadlocks, and they lay face down on the floor.

New York’s hottest club is: Trash
Description: After you step through the stainless steel door to this meat-packing hot spot, you’ll be greeted by none other than Pierre, the Muslim Elvis Impersonator.
This place has everythingClones, freaks, sneezing, a Russian man on a prepaid cell phone, and anyone can get in — there’s no password. At the door, just do the Cosby face.

New York’s hottest club is: Gush
Description: Club owner Gay Dunaway has built a fantasy world that answers the question, “Nooow?”
This place has everythingGeeks, sherpas, a Jamaican nurse wearing a shower cap, room after room of broken mirrors.
Look over there — is that Mick Jagger? No! It’s a fat kid on a Slip ‘n Slide. His knees look like biscuits, and he’s ready to party.

New York’s hottest club is: Push
This place has everythingGhosts, banjos, Carl Paladino, a stuck-up kitten who won’t sign autographs, furkels.
Furkels? Fat Urkels. After you’ve been with one of those guys, you’ll ask yourself “Did I do thaaaat?’”

New York’s hottest club is: Ounce
Description: Located in the middle of the East River…
This place has everythingCholos, cute people, a sheepdog that looks like Bruce Vilanch, an entire room of puppets doing karate.
Puppets doing karate? It’s that thing of when someone calls Miss Piggy “fat,” and she goes, “Hiiiii-ya!”

New York’s hottest club is: Oooooontz
Description: This lower lower East Side dump is the creation of club owner Tranderson Cooper. It finally answers the question, “Do I have to?”
This place has everythingSchitzos, kite enthusiasts — and that’s not all! Look who just came in — it’s Blingo!
Blingo? Black Ringo.

New York’s hottest club is: Blitzen
This place has everything[to the tune of “The 12 Days of Christmas”] 12 jacked albinos, 11 Little Richards, 10 piercer babies, 9 Asian Balkis, 8 gay Aladdins, 7 psychos swearing, 6 PuertoScreechens (Puerto Rican Screeches), 5 homeless Elmos, 4 coked-up frogs, 3 French hens, Tay-lor Ne-gron, and a hu-man park-ing coooooone!
Human parking cone? It’s that thing of when two jacked midgets paint themselves orange, and you have to parallel park between them.

New York’s hottest club is: Booooooooof. (With nine Os.)
Description: Located at an abandoned orphanage on the Lower Lower East Side of Chelsea, this round-the-clock puke party is creation of narcoleptic club owner Snoozin’ Lucci.
This place has everythingPugs, geezers, doo-wop groups, a wise old turtle that looks like Quincy Jones — and you’ll have your own When Harry Met Sally moment when you share a special kiss with Gizblow, the coked-up gremlin.

New York’s hottest club is: Hooyagoosyoughoooou!
Description: Built on a dare by 90-year-old club promoter Fuji Houser MD…
This place has everythingStun guns, mole people, freezing cold air. And this Valentine’s Day, you can lose yourself on the dance floor surrounded by 12 dancing Jupids.
Jupids? Jewish Cupids. They just want you to meet someone nice and settle down.

New York’s hottest club is: Uhhhhh
Description: Located in the middle of the West Side Highway, this bi-curious beach party is the creation of Italian club owner Baloney Danza.
This place has everythingSplit kicks, pachucos, pile after pile of expired lunchables, a Hawaiian cleaning lady who looks like Smokey Robinson
Look who just walked in — is that Natalie Portman? No, it’s an old Irish black man that we call Murphy Brown.
Bonus: If you come this Sunday, you’ll meet 2-year-old Ultimate Fighter Drooly-Lips Jackson. He’s got fists like little empanadas, and he’s my best friend.

New York’s hottest club is: SPICY
Description: Opened in 2017 on the Upper East Side of a dumpster, this 24-hour bitchfest is the creation of club owner/rabbi Jew Diamond Phillips.
This place has everythingSand worms, geishas, rock-eaters, a seven level course in adult education. And if you want to relax, you can kick back in your very own subway sleeping bag.
Subway sleeping bag? It’s that thing of when you’re on the train, and you sit between two guys in FUBU jackets.

New York’s hottest club is: Mmhmmm
Description: Opened in 2010, this active crime scene is the creation of lazily named drag queen Melvin in a Dress.
This place has everythingStickballs, pickpockets, Cookie Crisp.
Look who’s at the bar — is that Kate Moss? No — it’s a Pakistani family that cuts in line at Universal Studios.

New York’s hottest club is: [quacks like a duck]
Description: Located in a haunted synagogue, this Upper-Lower-Side hot spot is the creation of Italian reggae singer Rasta Primavera.
This place has everythingBrooms, scrunchies, screwheads, a shaved lion that looks like Mario Batali. And make sure to be there this Friday, because the first hundred people through the door will win human fire extinguishers.
Human fire extinguishers? It’s that thing of when a thin midget paints himself red and then chews Alka-Seltzer until foam shoots out his mouth

New York’s hottest club is: Heeyyyyy!
Description: Built from the bucket list of a dying pervert, this Battery Park bitch parade is now managed by overweight game show host Fat Sajak.
This place has everythingTweekers, skeevies, Spud Webb, a child, and a Russian guy who runs on a treadmill in a Cosby sweater.
Bonus: The bouncer’s a bulldog who looks like Wilford Brimley, and the password is “dia-beat-us!”

New York’s hottest club is: [bleats like a sheep]
Description: Opening condemned in 1904, this seasonal psycho ward is the creation of Hanukkah cartoon character Menorah the Explorer.
This place has everythingKiwis, Spud Webb, the Cleo Awards, some guy’s mom, plus a special showing of the African holiday classic A Fish Called Kwaanza.
And look who just walked in! It’s a lady who works at CVS, but do not bother her because sheis on break.
Bonus: All the proceeds go to flaccid outreach group Doctors Without Boners.

New York’s hottest club is: Thank You!
Description: Located inside a crashing blimp, this Eurotrash utopia is the creation of beatnik doctor Soul Patch Adams.
This place has everythingZip lines, fish food, that fat Hawaiian guy that no one invited, an old Pakistani woman that looks like a California Raisin.
Bonus: This weekend, they’re having a tournament of everybody’s favorite trivia game, “Shaun White or Bonnie Raitt?” Look closely — the answer may surprise you.

New York’s hottest club is: [looks around, furrows brow] Kevin?
Description: Opened at gunpoint in a Lady Footlocker, this Long Island cold spot is managed by infamous gay running back Blowjay Simpson.
This place has everythingSoda, purple stuff, Sunny D, a VIP room for football jellyfish.
Football jellyfish? It’s that thing when NFL players have the helmet, but with skinny dreads hanging out.
Bonus: The bouncer’s a Greek boy who looks like Marv Albert, and the password is [in a different voice] YES!

New York’s hottest club is: [in an exaggerated Irish accent] Wee Little Baby
Description: Opened in 1709 by black Irish comedian Sinbad O’Connor, this lunatic landmark earned the Health Department’s first-ever “J” rating.
This place has everythingFreckles, potato people, a room full of Heprechauns.
Heprechaun? Leprechauns with Hep C.
Bonus: Hit the dance floor with a group of Hoombas!
Hoombas? Human Roombas. It’s that thing of when you put a midget on a skateboard and it slides around on your floor eating garbage. [This line, by the way, may have made Hader laugh harder than any other Stefon joke.]

New York’s hottest club is: Scampi
Description: Illegally parked behind the Statue of Liberty, this hate-speech haven is a creation of frat boy guru D-Bag Chopra.
This place has everythingZip drives, gozers, Ke$ha.
Guess who may drop by! Is it Ryan Seacrest? No — it’s a drowned albino who looks like Axl Rose.
Bonus: For the kids, there’s a special workshop where you can build a bear… but not the kind you think.
Extra bonus: A VIP section filled with Furtlenecks.
Furtlenecks? It’s that thing of when like, fat guys have a beard, but only on their chin roll.And they have a pack of roaming draggers.
Roaming draggers? It’s that thing of when an old dog has short legs but a long penis.

New York’s hottest club is: [makes the noise of an insect flying by]
Description: Written and directed by James L. Brooks…
This place has everythingBackpacks, sea lions, Ron Wood, a rental car filled with bottled water, my best friend Joel, plus a special appearance by evil celebrity chef Wario Batali.
Wario Batali? He’s just like his brother, except he doesn’t wear Crocs.

New York’s hottest club is: [shuts eyes, widens mouth, says in a nasal voice:] Hellooo
Description: The whole thing is hosted by cross-dressing founding father Jenjamin Franklin. And if there’s a lighting storm, he’ll tie a key to the end of it. No, honey, not his kite.
This place has everythingRaffis, yeti-cabs — pedicabs driven by yetis — slowpokes, a woman with nowhere to turn. Just for the 4th of July, they’ve got a special display of Jewish fireworks.
Jewish fireworks? The ones that go peewwww-ehhhhhh.

New York’s hottest club is: [in a deep voice] Jelly Bones!
Description: Located on the Lower Upper Side, this random home invasion is the creation of legally drunk clothing designer Nick Nolte and Gabana. As you walk in, you’ll be handed a glass of champagne — or is it piss?
This place has everythingSlurpies, mushmouths, litterbugs.
Bonus: Don’t worry about security, because it’s guarded by an army of hobo-cops.
Hobo-cops? Homeless Robocops.

New York’s hottest club is: [crouches like a cat, hisses twice]
Description: Located in an abandoned whitefish factory in Little Israel…
This place has everythingGhosts, ghouls, goblins, my son! On the dance floor, you’ll find both guys from Wham! wearing a two-man horse costume. Spoiler alert: They’re both in the back.
Special guest: Have you heard of Blacula, the Black Dracula? Well, they have a Jewish Dracula.
What’s his name? Sidney Applebaum.
Bonus: For a healthy snack, hit the bar and have some Fraisins — raisins that look like Frasier! Or try your luck with the Human Pinata.
Human Pinata? It’s that thing of when a Mexican midget eats a lot of candy, and then he dances until he throws up.

New York’s hottest club is: [in a British accent] Maaaaary!
Description: Opened in 1997 by missing Florida woman Lisa Martinez, this club is currently going 90 miles per hour down the West Side Highway.
This place has everythingCharts, graphs, Powerpoint, a guy who still thinks Jamba Juice is good for you. And if you liked Russell Crowe in Les Misérables, you might want to hear Jasper the gorilla pass a kidney stone!
There’s even a password! The last words of murdered blues legend Sweet Willie Walker: “My wallet?! Yeahhhhhhh, right!”

New York’s hottest club is: Your Mother and I Are Separating
Description: Don’t be fooled by the charred Red Lobster sign out front; this club is a burned-down Red Lobster.
This place has everythingA shake for breakfast, a shake for lunch, a sensible dinner, those shoes that nurses wear — and you can dance the night away to the sounds of Donald Duck having a Vietnam nightmare.

New York’s hottest club is: [pursing his lips and taking a picture of himself] Selfieee!
Description: Based on the novel Push by Sapphire, club promoter Joseph Gordon-Fisherman opened a Soho hotspot located in a haunted diaper.
This place has everythingChutes, ladders, the outdoor concert from a Zoloft commercial. If that’s not enough for you, you can hit the dance floor with a human fanny pack.
Human fanny pack? It’s that thing of when a midget hangs around your waist and holds your passport in his mouth.

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