(WARNING: No naked chicks below. OK, that’s a lie. Also, no editing.)
– Boxing: After a strong first half of the year, we pretty much have nothing going on until July 31st when Juan Manuel Marquez fights Juan Diaz for a rematch. The first fight was great, so hopefully we have a repeat. Also, Bob Arum’s been running his mouth that the Mayweather-Pacquiao fight will be on November 13th, if Mayweather agrees, of course. I doubt this is all down to Mayweather, because Arum lies, but both Roach and Arum say Manny is fighting on the 13th. Oh, and since Arum is a fucking sleazeball, he’s named Antonio Margarita (that’s right, the guy who used plaster in his attempt to murder his opponents) as a potential challenger to Manny. (Also Miguel Cotto has been named, again. Both of these guys are Arum fighters, which is exactly what Arum wants. You can see I think Arum is great, right?)
– Street art: I’m kinda over street art (Banksy, Roa, etc.) but then I saw this on unurth:
And I thought that was cool because I like optical illusions. Then Hongkiat came through with “50 Absolutely Stunning 3D Street Art (Paintings)“, which has some gems:
– Four-leaf clovers for all: Scientists have found the gene that determines if the clover sprouts three or four leaves. I’m sure the Wootens are rejoicing. (New Scientist)
– Join US Air Force Spec Ops and be Batman: They have a grappling device that attaches to power lines so they can charge their cellies. (Engadget)
– Do you hate root canals? Scientists (nano-scientists, natch) do, too. So they’ve gone and invented a “hormone gel that regenerates tooth cells in as little as a month.” Well, it worked in rats, at least. (PopSci)
– Nice pool: If you’re going to Singapore, you might want to check into the Marina Bay Sands and hit up the roof pool: (The World’s Best Ever)
– We were in a hot tub, so I had to do that shit UNDERWAAATTEEERR: Thanks, Raaaaaaaandy. Heidi sent along these underwater shots of breaking waves: (Heidi)
– Livestrong Challenge: My buddy Joe Capizzi is riding in this year’s Livestrong event in Philly. He thinks it’s on August 21st. You can support him here. Or just be a dick about it, whatever.
– Ever wonder why some people wear baggy clothing? Apparently it’s to hide something: (Conlon)
– Americans take comfort: In 7 of the top 10 most populated countries, soccer, er futbol, is not the most popular sport. This opinion piece then goes on to call soccer futbol “the most popular compromise sport.” To wit:
By eliminating so many talents and skills essential to other sports—the throwing and hand-eye coordination of baseball; the vertical leap of basketball; the sheer power and speed of football; the quick, sure hands needed for all three—soccer makes it possible for all countries, no matter what their size and population, to be relatively competitive. That, combined with rules and conditions absurdly slanted in favor of defense, means that nearly every game looks close even though the winning team in a 1-0 match can be perceived as “dominant.”
I’m not saying I agree, but it’s hard to argue against the compromise point (you know, since they never use their hands). The article also notes that only Europe and South America have won the cup. For whatever that’s worth. (WSJ)
– Ladies, part deux: So yeah, that paragraph from last week was supposed to include this: Apparently you’ve been putting your bras on wrong your whole life. You can’t do the clasp in front then spin it around. You’re supposed to bend a little and put your tits in the cups, clasp the back and then “scoop and set.” As in reach into your bra and “scoop” until your titty is “set” in the cup. This is legit info passed down to me from an older woman explaining her recent trip to a high-end lingerie shop. At the shop she learned she had been wearing the wrong size for many years. This is how that particular part of the conversation went down:
Her: “Then the lady told me I had the wrong size!” Pause. Quizzical look at me, “do you want to know my bra size?”
Me: “Uh…” shrug, “I’d be lying if I said no.”
Me: Surprised, since she’s a small woman, “good for you.”
Her: “I know, right? I was pumped. So anyway, one of the bras’ straps snapped as I was driving to work. That bitch. ‘Scoop and set, scoop and set.’ What a fucking nag.”
So there you have it, ladies. That’s how to properly put on a bra. Scoop your tits and set them in.
– And back to my real readers: Here’s a collection of photos by Sante D’Orazio. And here’s the shot that everyone led with: (The World’s Best Ever)
– Happy Fourth of Jew-lie: No painted flags on naked chicks this time around. I’m going to leave you with one of my favorite quotes of John Adams, mainly because he was talking about July 2nd, which was the day Congress had voted to declare our independence (July 4th was the day the wording was approved). Adams was rarely wrong in his predictions, so you can’t blame him for getting the day wrong but the celebrations right:
The second day of July, 1776, will be the most memorable epocha in the history of America. I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated by succeeding generations as the great anniversary festival. It ought to be commemorated as the day of deliverance, by solemn acts of devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires, and illuminations, from one end of this continent to the other, from this time forward forevermore.
It shall, John, it shall. (Find more quotes from good ol’ John here, including his fear of where our government could end up: “There is nothing which I dread so much as a division of the republic into two great parties, each arranged under its leader, and concerting measures in opposition to each other. This, in my humble apprehension, is to be dreaded as the greatest political evil under our Constitution.” Like I said, he was rarely wrong.)