Posted: March 28th, 2012 | Author: | 1 Comment »
Body of a Bear
Talons of a Hawk
Tail of a Dragon
& Antlers of a Bull Elk.
Scary or Adorable?


Posted: March 28th, 2012 | Author: | No Comments »


have you ever
made a sex tape
i have not
have you?
would you mind
if we tried


i don’t
know what to do
you do
just don’t think
about it
but it’s there
it’s not there

i feel it
i feel it
it’s not there
i feel it
where will you put it?
as long as it
doesn’t go on the internet

ha ha
it stays between us
you can even keep it
i trust you

i trust you
i trust you


Posted: March 28th, 2012 | Author: | No Comments »

March 6th, 2011

A team of researchers in England wasted our time determining which is the catchiest song ever made.

After carrying out “under-cover data collection in night clubs across the North of England,” which is coincidentally what most of the scientists did on their weekends, the scientists “did a musical analysis of a large subset of songs regarding the vocal performance on the recording as well as the structure of the songs.”

After not curing cancer, they concluded that pop songs are catchiest when sung by a male singer, for historically, males led people into battle, so the male vocal register incites the same psychological reaction. Additionally, if he usees his “high chest voice, pronounces the consonants of the lyrics clearly and puts a lot of vocal effort into his performance,” even better. No one wants to try to sing along with someone who makes it look easy, because then who feels like the asshole? An example of a ‘high effort’ male singers included Jon Bon Jovi. The researchers actually determined that.

Miraculously, the scientists found that UK residents were likely to sing along “if it is late at night, if it is a weekend and if the song has been in high up in the UK charts at some point.” What these scientists might discover if applying their brilliance to another field, such as quantum physics or neuroscience, we can only fear.

“We hope that our study will inspire musicians of the future to crack the equation for the textbook tune,” opined musicology expert Dr Daniel Müllensiefen, who was probably really excited to use the phrase ‘textbook tune,’ a term he’d been hard at work refining for months (at night clubs across the North of England).

The Top Ten Catchiest Pop Songs (As Determined by Dr. Müllensiefen’s Team in England)

  1. We are the Champions – Queen
  2. YMCA – The Village People
  3. Fat Lip – Sum 41
  4. The Final Countdown – Europe
  5. Monster – The Automatic
  6. Ruby – The Kaiser Chiefs
  7. I’m Always Here – Jimi Jamison
  8. Brown Eyed Girl – Van Morrison
  9. Teenage Dirtbag – Wheatus
  10. Livin’ on a Prayer – Bon Jovi


Twitter: @BenBenCaro



Posted: March 27th, 2012 | Author: | No Comments »

Events that I’ve won– that bring more shame than fame:

1. Best In Show, dog costume, dachshund on Radio-Flyer© (modified to hotdog bun). 1995.

2. Most Shots (without shaking), of espresso. 2002.

3. Least Eaten, turkey leg, Disneyworld Orlando. 2003.

4. Fastest Group, hog wrangled in mud, Wyoming. 2005.

5. Most items amended to animal-style, In-And-Out Burger. 2008.

Cereal Addiction: An Actual Problem

Posted: March 21st, 2012 | Author: | No Comments »




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After staring at my computer screen for several seconds, I started to panic. I had just checked Gmail, then Facebook, then Twitter successively, with no further plan. To do so again in such a short amount of time would constitute madness, so to throw myself a curve ball and hopefully derail my inevitable typing of the letter “g” into my Firefox URL bar, I found myself Googling “I can’t stop eating cereal” instead. The results were surprising: all 4,910,000 of them.

This post contains a lot of links, only given to display the impressive number of these cereal addiction cases — so no need to click on all or any of them. Google came up with plenty of sources, but cited the UK and US versions of as the top two results. There, I found myriads of concerned consumers (consumers in the “I down a whole box in one sitting” sense of the word) who had feelings ranging from mild fear to overwhelming guilt about their breakfast cereal consumption and inability to stop. Most of the voted upon “answers” were of course overwhelmingly unhelpful, both the sympathetic (“When I was pregnant I ate like a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch every day!”) or the, well, assholes (“Well…. that stinks”). Thankfully, there is some actual advice given at more weight-loss oriented sites.

Truth is, like any addiction, the best way to overcome it is to not give yourself the option of relapsing. Do not buy yourself cereal. Do not have milk in the house. If you think that may be too harsh, you can try keeping only one kind of cereal in the house. The lack of variety will help you from going back to it again and again. A third option would be to restrict any sort of eating after a certain time, say, 10pm, or only allow one bowl a day. The more black and white the rules, the easier it will be to follow them. The only danger is yo-yoing. I’ve gone without cereal for a few days only to bring home a box of Cheerios and down 5 in a day.

Yo-yoing can be used for good effect, however, if you are trying to build muscle or doing intense exercise. If you plan on cutting carbs one day, and know that an inevitable flood of CTC (Cinnamon Toast Crunch) will be soon entering your mouth the next, try to plan those bowls after your workout.

Let’s not be too hard on ourselves. Cereal is so amazing. The reason why it’s easy to keep eating is because a) there is huge variety. Sure, it’s basically made from the same stuff, and it all tastes like cereal, but as long as there are puffs, flakes, grains, crunch, pebbles, Charms, wheats, oats, bran, and O’s, there will always be something craveable for the next meal. b) It’s easy. No cooking required, and nothing to heat. c) Few people still believe that cereal is good for you, despite the Lucky Charms boxes that blare “Whole Grains” at you in bright blue, but the truth is, it’s not bad enough that eating it constantly will cause disease. Depending on your poison of choice, there is enough fiber, fortified (artificially added) vitamins, and sometimes protein to poorly mimic a balanced diet. The problem is that excessive use will inhibit any chance at weight loss — the sugar will cause insulin spikes and the carbs may leave you lethargic and increase cravings and hunger later on in the day.

All this aside, I will never stop eating cereal. I will try, I will fail. I will stop trying.

Writing this article has made me hungry. There is a box of Corn Flakes in the cupboard, a half gallon left of skim milk in the fridge, and I went to the gym today. I’ll be in the kitchen.

The Best and Worst Cereals For You by Men’s Health, in case you just want to go crazy with those Grape-Nuts.





Posted: March 20th, 2012 | Author: | No Comments »

Warhol meets Gursky.



Posted: March 20th, 2012 | Author: | 2 Comments »
"Social media campaign prompts U.S. police to reinvestigate the death of black teenager"
Social media [1]
black teenager [still 0]
winner: social media
"Romney looks for Ill. win while Santorum stumbles"
Romney [435]
Santorum [311]
winner: Obama

"Bales Doesn't Recall Details of Alleged Attack, Attorney says"

Details of alleged attack [0]
memory loss [1]
winner: memory loss

"Explosion across Iraq kill at least 29: sources"

Iraq civilian casualties [0]
obscure citations [1]
winner: obscure citations

Dollar stuck near one-week low; Aussie falters

Dollar [0]
Aussie [0]
winner: tie

"Asian Stocks Fall as china Raises Fuel Prices; Commodities Drop"

Raising [1]
Dropping [1]
winner: tie

"Facebook's Zuckerburg Skips Analyst Meeting"
Precience of "The Social Network" Writing [1]
Zuckerburg [1,000]
winner: always Zuckerburg


Posted: March 16th, 2012 | Author: | No Comments »

Kinks “Acute Schizophrenia Paranoia Blues”


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How many licks does it take to contract contact dermatitis?
How is it that old people smell the same?
How do you locate the sovereign nation of Latifah?
How does an ancillary character make it in the big city?
Hur förstår du det?


Posted: March 12th, 2012 | Author: | No Comments »


The square-jawed office manager looks at the red, blue, yellow and green squares between his fingers. Elbows planted on his desk, he peers through his rectangle glasses at the Rubik’s Cube. The air is still in his office. Four live ficusses sit in each corner, doing their best fake plant impersonations.

John knocks on the door. “Hey Phil, you busy?” Phil blinks hard at the cube, then sets it down. His eyes adjust at John, something large and blurry standing in the doorway.

“What do you need?”

“Just wondering if we can turn up the A/C in this place.” His left hand twitches, and it catches Phil’s eye. John’s nervous, though his eyes stay fixated.

“Yeah, no problem. I’ll take care of that in a bit.” Phil leans forward over the desk, and lifts up the Rubik’s Cube. John backs out of the doorway.

John catches Gary’s eye as he walks down the hallway past the rest of the cubicles. He shakes his head no at Gary, sighs, and walks back to his desk.

Gary turns around. “I don’t get it.” He throws a dart at the picture of Richard Simmons he has pinned up to the felt side of his cubicle. “What does that guy do all day?” Sheila, sitting at the neighboring desk, grunts, then checks Facebook. “I mean,” he says, “This office is going to hell. The plants are dying, it’s way too hot in here. I don’t know why we’re sitting near each other. We don’t even work together.”

“Yeah,” she says. “Yeah, you’re right about that.” Gary continues.

“And all that guy does is sit there at his desk, thinking he can do anything he likes because he has his own room. He’s probably drinking beer in there. He’s probably drunk.”

“I wish I was drunk,” says Sheila. “It would make your complaining a little more bearable.”

Gary ignores her, or never heard her. “I think I’ve had it. How many times have you put in a request to move desks away from me? It’s time you’ve said something.” Sheila gets up to use the copier without looking at him. He taps on his desk a couple times, looks around his cube. “I’m going to say something.”

Phil furrows his brow at the cube. He just can’t twist it right. Each column connects to another. The entire array falls apart for one desire to fall into place. There’s the part you brace yourself for, and then there’s the part you never saw coming.

He hears a knock. “Phil,” says Gary. “Stop playing with your damn cube. There are real problems here. How many times have we asked for you to move us. And all you do is sit there.”

“I’m trying,” says Phil.

“Bullshit. Get up. Get up off of your desk. I’ve got to eat a sandwich before I do anything stupid, but when I get back here in fifteen or an hour, you better not be here. There better be some changes in this office. Things have better be different.” Gary would’ve slammed the door if the door wasn’t always open.

Phil stays absolutely still, listening to his own uneven breath, until the sound Gary’s footsteps diminish completely, and he can think. Phil lets out his breath, and brings the cube up to his eyeglasses. He closes his eyes, and thinks about a perfect world. Twist. Sheila’s desk slides twenty feet toward the far wall. Twist. Gary’s cubicle moves into her place. Twist. John’s cubicle rumbles up to Gary, where the air moves more freely.

He doesn’t let a drop of sweat distract him. People will always need, and the cube never fits neat.




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