Ways to Go by Grouplove
It's pronounced "Chwong," dammit.
Ways to Go by Grouplove
Yes, I haven’t been around for awhile — I know, sorry. In any case, I have some news to share. All three Chuang bros’ URLs are finally live, meaning you now have your pick of Chuang when it comes to getting ridiculous, and more than likely, inaccurate, information. Visit John John or Andrew now. Maybe they’ll be better at updating than me.
Above, is a James Beard Foundation Award — considered by many to be the Oscar of the food world. Today, the nominees were announced.
I was one of them.
I would write more, but right now I’m just exhausted from all the bone luges. See what I did there? Regular people may take regular shots of alcohol, but nationally recognized Jamesmotherfuckinbeard nominees celebrate their big moments by taking their alcohol from scraped out bone shanks.
In all seriousness, I’m still in shock…
I know I’ve been posting a lot of videos as of late (when I post that is), but jesus christ. Do you know where your teddy bear comes from?
Like many other red-blooded American men, I am participating in Movember this month. The difference between me and the other guys is that a.) I am Asian and any attempt at growing facial hair results in me looking like an Ecuadorian farmhand, and b.) the agency I work for is full of creative assassins that can put out shit like what you see above. If you’re not pro-prostate or testicular cancers, you should probably donate to me here. Gracias.
Yeah, yeah, I know. I haven’t been posting much in the last three months, but that’s because I’ve started working for a new agency — where you ask? None of your damn business. However, I will try to post more frequently, and it starts right now with this video for “Thrift Shop” by Macklemore & Ryan Lewis, featuring Wanz.
When the Dream Team formed in 1992, I did what any self-respecting grade school male of a certain socioeconomic class did—I annoyed my parents until they gave me $10, and then I went and bought the shit out of that 18x24 framed poster of Bird, Magic, Michael and company—man, fuck Karl Malone—standing in front of a firework backdrop from my neighborhood Wal-Mart. In remembrance of how much of a pain in the ass I was, NBA TV in a moment of lucidity actually produced something worth watching by creating this documentary on America’s Team. Yeah, it’s an hour long, but you’re also reading this site, which means you totally have an hour to burn. USA! USA! USA!
If you were wondering what the best part of Nicki Bluhm and The Gramblers covering Easy is, it’s at the 1:15 mark. You’re welcome.
Almost a year ago I talked about Bill Warren, the crazy California dreamer that was setting out to find the
map on the back of the Declaration of Independence body of Osama Bin Laden. His original claim was that he could do it in two weeks. Well, it’s been eleven months, Bill. What do you have to say for yours—what’s that? You found him?