This Blog Could Be Your Life.

auerr: Lamborghini Aventador “Nice car, loser. Race you...

Wed, 22 May 2013 23:09:35 -0400

auerr:

Lamborghini Aventador

“Nice car, loser. Race you to the next light.”

lilbtwitter: #tybg

Wed, 22 May 2013 18:24:30 -0400

lilbtwitter:

#tybg

itsjustaswell: runningtothefinish: blondegirlfit: clype: He...

Wed, 22 May 2013 00:20:56 -0400

itsjustaswell:

runningtothefinish:

blondegirlfit:

clype:

He gets it.

actually so powerful

praise this post

what doesn’t this man get right..seriously.

vicemag: My Week with Hungary’s Far Right Above: Members of...

Tue, 21 May 2013 17:08:41 -0400

vicemag:

My Week with Hungary’s Far Right

Above: Members of Magyar Nemzeti Garda, a Hungarian nationalist militia.

Hungary has one of the most highly organized far-right movements in Europe. The Jobbik party—admired by those fed up with government corruption, derided by opponents as anti-Gypsy, anti-Semite, neo-Nazi homophobes—look set to become the second biggest presence in Hungarian parliament when the elections take place in 2014. I spent a week with them trying to find out what motivates their hate.

There’s something stirring in Europe. In Bulgaria, Greece, Poland, France, Spain, and the Ukraine, support for nationalism is growing and the parties that represent nationalist interests are making tangible strides. Jobbik preaches an ideology of restoring Hungary to its former glory, which—although vague and the exact intention I’d imagine most political parties are going for—obviously becomes more attractive and believable when there are Gypsies to scapegoat. That ideology has led to their enjoying huge success at the ballots, with their uniformed nationalist militias often marching through the streets unopposed.

Last November, I watched in horror as 10,000 far-right nationalists swarmed through Warsaw. I was making a film about the rise of the far right in Poland and saw fascists in balaclavas attacking press photographers and fighting pitched battles with police. I thought these would be the worst scenes of fascism I would ever witness in Europe, but it’s clear that Hungary has bigger problems on the horizon.

On May Day in Budapest, I found myself standing in the middle of an 8,000-strong crowd of Jobbik supporters, watching nationalist rockers Karpathia play awful patriotic rock songs. The crowd was a bizarre mix of saluting neo-Nazi skinheads, elderly nationalists, and ordinary young Hungarians. I was there with Channel 4 News, and while the crew was busy shooting footage of the stalls selling whips and axes and the bouncy castles and petting zoos run by skinheads, I managed to find myself alone in the crowd as the national anthem started up.

Continue

dinosaury: This seems pretty specific

Sun, 19 May 2013 17:23:26 -0400

dinosaury:

This seems pretty specific

The 200 000 € video.

Sun, 19 May 2013 00:28:37 -0400

The 200 000 € video.

loveandaccept: Chris Hadfield: An astronaut’s advice As seen on...

Fri, 17 May 2013 23:45:03 -0400

loveandaccept:

Chris Hadfield: An astronaut’s advice

As seen on http://zenpencils.com
Art: by Gavin Aung Than
Words: by Chris Hadfield

Photo

Thu, 16 May 2013 22:35:23 -0400

Photo

Thu, 16 May 2013 22:35:03 -0400

baby-bluesedan: dealing with cops at house shows on...

Wed, 15 May 2013 01:13:14 -0400

baby-bluesedan:

dealing with cops at house shows on Flickr.

made this to have available at shows after having cops knock on our door.

#GPYW

Wed, 15 May 2013 01:11:19 -0400

#GPYW

Photo

Tue, 14 May 2013 00:40:20 -0400

vicemag: I Spent The Weekend Watching Topless Feminists Piss...

Mon, 13 May 2013 19:06:51 -0400

vicemag:

I Spent The Weekend Watching Topless Feminists Piss Off Neo-Nazis

Last Friday, I took the Eurostar from London to Paris to meet the topless feminist protest group Femen. Originally based in the Ukraine, the organization has since spread across the world. The idea was to film the buildup to Femen’s next protest, but I didn’t find out quite what I was getting myself into until I arrived at their headquarters—a lofty space above a theater in Goutte D’or—that afternoon.

The area has a large Muslim population and is dotted with Islamic cultural centrers, so it seems quite a ballsy (or boobsy? Is that a thing?) move to base themselves there considering a large part of their shtick is protesting against conservative Islam. Their last protest action, for example, was Topless Jihad Day—a day where Femen members got their boobs out in various European cities to show solidarity with Amina Tyler. Amina, is a 19-year-old Femen member from Tunisia who was drugged and given a “virginity test” after posting topless protest pictures of herself on Facebook.

When I arrived, the Paris HQ was plastered with banners from previous demos—one that read “Sextremism” in bright red paint covered an entire wall. A few members were trying to decide on the best slogan for the massive new banner, which a girl called Oksana was already decorating with paintings of topless Femen activists. The reason for the extended deliberation was because of a heated discussion over whether “Nazi factions” should be spelled with or without an s at the end. No one’s going to pay you much attention in the protest world if you mess up your spelling.

Continue

High class!

Mon, 13 May 2013 19:02:50 -0400

High class!

Photo

Sun, 12 May 2013 20:03:37 -0400

Photo

Sun, 12 May 2013 18:20:32 -0400

vicemag: My Strange Weekend at a Bike Race with Lance Armstrong...

Fri, 10 May 2013 01:47:20 -0400

vicemag:

My Strange Weekend at a Bike Race with Lance Armstrong and a Crack Addict

Above: The author (behind Lance Armstrong) and Geoff the crack addict (in the green shirt).

I had no idea there was a huge bicycle race about to take part in Oaxaca. In fact, I’d only headed there because I’d stumbled around Mexico’s dusty north for too long, and the Lonely Planet guide suggested Oaxaca—a municipality around 300 miles south of Mexico City—as a great place to stop before I took the plunge down into the jungles of Guatemala.

I was on the second flight of the day (Monterrey–Mexico City–Oaxaca) when a woman leaned across the aisle and asked if we were athletes. I glanced at the guy next to me, who looked at me as though I might have the answer to the woman’s question. I knew I wasn’t an athlete—I get exhausted playing Mario Kart—so that much was certain. But the guy next to me was small and compact—wiry, with a shaved head that looked like it might make him better at sports.

“I’m not an athlete,” he said, as though it was a question he was asked every day.

“Me neither,” I said, over the top of the passing drink cart.

The woman sat back in her seat. “Oh, I thought you were taking part in the race.”

The small muscular guy and I exchanged glances. Clearly, neither of us knew the slightest thing about any race, but looking around the plane, it did seem that something was afoot. Ridiculously healthy-looking people from all over the world were crammed into their seats, looking tanned and toned. I looked down at my skinny, bright red arms, then across to my new friend; this woman had to have been messing with us.

Continue

2013 Giro d’Italia - Stage 3 - Amalfi Coast By BrakeThrough,...

Fri, 10 May 2013 01:46:18 -0400

2013 Giro d’Italia - Stage 3 - Amalfi Coast
By BrakeThrough, flickr.com

Photo

Thu, 09 May 2013 23:13:11 -0400

Whoa, Bors hits it out of the park with this one.

Mon, 06 May 2013 22:51:00 -0400

Whoa, Bors hits it out of the park with this one.