Pivo Divo

Some things.

1. Last night at like 3am I found myself in a magical television universe that included a retrospective of old Jay Z videos punctuated by a series of interviews between “Hov” (I don’t know that I am on monosyllabic terms with him) and Toure who was a total nerd by comparison.

2. I got a leetle excited.

3. But seriously look at BEYONCE here. And Lieutenant Daniels, what?

Touré is a nerd. You rarely escape a last name like “Neblett”.

This morning in Prague.

Never underestimate the Belgians ability to tackify something beautiful. Leave the Grand Place alone, you dopes. It doesn’t need Christmas lights.

Sounds Like

Over at the Riverside Hotel in Prague, the channels are like a NATO summit of cultures. Leaving aside the fact that I found the coverage of the floods in Cumbria—“reporting live from Cockermouth!”—quite amusing, I also enjoyed the Spanish television channel. Now, I’ve never really studied Spanish, but I was ensorcelled by a game show that had an extended round of charades. In Spanish. I was trying my darndest, but, aside from animals, it’s hard. You need to know the vocabulary, but also what words it might rhyme with, or syllables it contains.

All of this is to say that I apologize for not guessing “Honolulu” in the cities of the world category, which was acted out as “Oh No! Moon!”—On-no-lu-nu.

I turned it off when the new challenge on the show became “guess my weight”, featuring a beefy male model that all three contests started to caress after he took off his shirt.

» "Go rub some fig paste on your face and cook up a fondue, cheese striver."

Foggy morning in Prague yesterday.

“ In fact, if you need any more evidence that your life is random and out of control, here it is: You actually let someone convince you to watch Serendipity.

— Wish this hadn’t happened to me. But it did, and it’s true.

“ One evening, the waitress sidled up to us and asked, “Do you want to try some seafood from my hometown? No one has it anywhere else.” How could we resist? When it arrived, the sea creature resembled hollow straws in gradient shades of ivory and beige. It had a rubbery texture, without much flavor of its own, except for a certain mild brininess, and came stir-fried with pungent yellow chives. Despairing of an identification, I posted a picture on the Web. A reader e-mailed to say that the specimen was Urechis unicinctus, known in English as “sea intestines.

— Sietsema in Flushing.

“ I was on what must have been my fourth visit to the South Side in no more than six months; it’s such a nice change of pace from the increasingly overcrowded North and more recently popular parts of the city’s West Side. It reminds me of a simpler, dumpier and less bro-tastic Chicago, the blue collar, rusty old Chicago I loved to hate so much back when I was surrounded by it in the mid-1990s in the Uptown neighborhood, known primarily for its mentally ill homeless people, garish urban renewal efforts, gang activity and a place that made kick-ass, thin-crust pizza. Today it has all of the above, plus a lot of expensive condos.

— Landsel visits the South Side.

“ Like the fiery color red, Hotel Rouge is bold, alive with passion, and full of excitement. No other color makes a statement like red. Red is color of our life blood, the heart of our national flag and the mere perception of the color increases metabolism - patriotic and powerful.

—

oysterhotelreviews:

Hotel Rouge (Washington D.C.): their “story.”

Discuss.

(via paulbrady)

Redrum?

From the Langham Place Koh Samui website. This woman looks like a hermit crab has crawled up her swimsuit, doesn’t it?

paulbrady:

Cactus Flight 1549 Accident Reconstruction

This is pretty much the coolest thing you will see this month.

Yup.

ohrohin:

When did this become my life?

It won’t be that bad. I mean, who says you can’t get stoned (first)?

» 36 Hours in Turks and Caicos

That’s about the average length of a hostage standoff, right?

“ JOE: I don’t know how we weren’t filleted and served on a bed of chips, cos’ me and Mick wandered around the harbor, and I think they mistook us for merchant sailors. But we were in our full punk regalia and people just left us alone, probably because they presumed we were madmen or something—‘course me and Mick had no idea about anything, we were just wandering around Kingston like lunatics.
MICK: We only wrote a couple songs in Jamaica, Safe European Home and Drug Stabbing Time, I think.

— The Clash discover Kingston. (p. 163)