Monday, October 5, 2009

Elizabeth Edwards -- Divorcing John Edwards?

  Supposedly Elizabeth Edwards has threatened to divorce John Edwards and claim her share of their $53 million estate amassed over 32 years of marriage.

The National ENQUIRER has learned Elizabeth dropped the divorce bombshell after learning a former campaign aide is claiming Rielle Hunter, the mother of Edwards’ love child, isn’t the only woman he seduced on the campaign trail.

“Elizabeth had always sworn she wouldn’t divorce John. But every person has a breaking point, and Elizabeth’s friends believe she’s reached hers,” an insider told The ENQUIRER.

“Elizabeth knows every dirty little secret in her husband’s political past. She’s been his confidant for years, and she’s always kept quiet. But now she’s prepared to reveal all his secrets in open court.”

Elizabeth’s patience finally ran out when she learned about the scandalous claims in a tell-all book by her husband’s former campaign aide Andrew Young, the married father of three who once claimed that he’d fathered Rielle’s child in a bid to protect his boss.

“Elizabeth was read portions of Young’s book proposal, and she flipped out,” said the source.

“What really pushed her over the edge is Young’s allegation that John had other affairs with women on the campaign trail.”

“Elizabeth basically told John that if she found out that was true, she’d have to divorce him because then he’d be a ’serial cheater.’ “

“John claims Young’s book is a pack of lies.”

How sad that Elizabeth is going through this at this stage in her life.  This is so sad, but is it even true?  Would Elizabeth want all of this exposed for her children to see when they will have to respect and depend on their father when she passes?

How would a divorce benefit Elizabeth Edwards at this point in time?

 

emile interview...[the man behind] the man on the moon

Peace, sorry i’ve been slacking…this has been a very rough few weeks, particularly this past one.
Anyways, here is a really cool interview with Emile [who produced “In My Dreams (Cudder Anthem)”, “Soundtrack 2 My Life”, “Solo Dolo (Nightmare”), and "CuDi Zone" on KiD CuDi's Man On The Moon album]. He actually goes through and you can listen to the track as he talks about making it.
Most of the time it was just CuDi and him in the studio, he started playing with some sounds until CuDi heard something he liked, then he started building chords and etc. with CuDi right there vibing with him.
I think this process is really rad, and extremely telling of the kind of music and entire album they made. That’s such an organic way of making music, which has become unorthodox in today’s internet-industry. I would love to see more artists work like this…I think we would hear even better music from some artists than we do now. This is how Kanye has done most of his albums (most notably 808’s and Jay-Z’s Blueprint 3).

On another note…I think i’m gonna try to start posting a “Song of the Week.” Partly 1. because I want to start keeping track of random mp3s that i dig on for a few days then forget about, and partly 2. because i want those of you who don’t really spread your musical listening horizons very far, i think you might be interested in some shit i rock. I sort of like to think I spread my horizons quite deep. So be on the lookout for that. So…

Take care ya’ll…I’ll be around.
Peace, and feel the love.

Friday, October 2, 2009

Rollercoaster

Hur fungerar “vanliga människor”? Vad är en vanlig människa? Vilka egenskaper har man då?

Min bild av alla andra är att de är samlade, de känner inte för lite för att räknas som känslokalla, men inte för mycket för att räknas som hysteriska och labila. De har integritet, koll på sin ekonomi, räds bara riktiga faror, har ett städat hem, och dricker bara för mycket ungefär en gång per år. Ungefär alla egenskaper jag själv inte har med andra ord.

Jag förstår inte hur man kan känna så mycket och så lite på en och samma gång. Det är precis som om allt jag SKA känna… det känner jag inte. Och allt jag INTE ska känna, det känner jag. Hela tiden. När jag borde vara lycklig är jag olycklig. När jag borde känna “detta är fel”, är jag egentligen lycklig (eller är det en illusion?). Jag vet inte. Jag vet ingenting.

Eller jo, jag vet en sak. Jag är förbannat bra på att hålla masken. Att låtsas att jag är som “alla andra”.

Lebanese Muslims scared of sexy Brazilian samba dancers

Sexy Brazilian samba dancers in real life or blow yourself to pieces and hope 72 virgins can put you back together in the after life? Decisions, decisions. No reason to be scared fella’s.

TYRE, Lebanon — A group of Lebanese Muslim scholars on Thursday forced the cancellation of a planned performance by a Brazilian samba troupe in the southern coastal city of Tyre on moral and religious grounds.

“This is a pornographic dance group that goes against our ethics,” Sheikh Ali Yassin, one of 50 religious leaders who had called for the cancellation, told AFP.

“We fear that once they start dancing nude in the streets, there will be trouble,” Yassin added. “Our society will not accept such a parade.

“The city of Tyre is a city of resistance and its history is that of a conservative Muslim city.”

The Brazilian troupe has been performing throughout Lebanon since September 23 as part of a festival and planned a final performance in Tyre on Thursday evening.

Roberto Medeiros, ministerial adviser and cultural attache at the Brazilian embassy in Beirut, told AFP that measures had been taken to respect the sensitivities of the mainly Muslim population in Tyre, including having the dancers cover their bodies rather than perform in skimpy clothes.

“We met with the local authorities and informed them that the dancers would dress respectfully with all their bodies covered,” Medeiros said.

Yassin, however, said he had been shown photographs of the costumes and still deemed them inappropriate.

The mayor of Tyre, Abdel Mohsen al-Husseini, said the show was called off after consultations with local authorities as well as Brazil’s ambassador to Lebanon.

via AFP: Lebanese Muslim scholars object to samba.

The Last Month

Hello readers! It’s been a while, hasn’t it, since I’ve made a good post about how to do something or other? That’s usually a good indication that I’ve been busy with something or other, and have been using my system as-is without much time for exploration.

Well, I want to let anyone who reads this to know I’m still alive and kicking. I’ve got two posts planned (one about how to compile Pidgin plugins in Gentoo Prefix properly, and another about how I use duplicity with 12+ options efficiently) so stay tuned.

What’s been keeping me busy? College, that’s what. This is my first year, so I’m still finding my feet. Even now I’m still experimenting with homework schedules, varying between solid week of work and lazy afternoons. At some point I will find a happy medium, I hope.

The Neuvoo project started out alive and strong, and I haven’t been able to check my idling IRC client in days, so I hope they’re doing well and well on their way to producing their first release.

Oh, and thanks for reading.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Bad week

Denna vecka har jag verkligen en deppsituation going on. Jag är så less på arbetslösheten att jag snart ringer till Dressmann och söker jobb. Då har det gått långt ska ni veta.

Jag försöker peppa med att det är strålande höstväder ute och att jag faktiskt har flera fötter inne på grymma ställen, men det går sådär skulle man kunna säga.

Jag är verkligen trist när jag är sådan här. Går runt i morgonrock och muttrar större delen av dagen. Och då vet jag ändå om att det inte blir bättre av det utan att jag borde rycka upp mig istället. Men se det har jag visst ingen lust med.

VIRTUAL AFTERMATH

The café door blew open and she rode in on a gust.  “You’re never gonna guess what I did today!” 

There’s really no telling what Suzanne will do, so I played along.  “You’re moving to New Zealand?”

She giggled and threw her purse onto the table.  I had to grab my latte before it capsized.   ”I broke up with Neil!”

“Who?”

“You remember him, Kimmy, don’t you?  He’s my virtual boyfriend.”

Did I mention Suzanne has an overactive imagination?  “You’ve gotta be kidding me. . .”

She continued, oblivious to my reaction.  “Nope.  I told him flat out that our relationship wasn’t working for me and that I didn’t want to see him anymore.”

“You told your pretend boyfriend whom you’ve never seen that you no longer want to see him?

She heaved a sigh.  “Yeah, he’s just not there for me.”

I watched her waltz to the counter to place an order and wondered if she had lost all her marbles.  Suzanne is a formidable businesswoman and one of my dearest friends, but her romantic sensibilities are questionable at best.  I vaguely recalled discussing her latest conquest, but she hadn’t referred to him by name and certainly didn’t mention that he was imaginary.  This mystery required further investigation.

I didn’t have to wait long.  She was no sooner back at our table when a litany of his alleged offenses began.   “A girl has needs, you know!  Did he think I was going to carry this whole thing on my back?”  She took a sip of espresso.  “And I thought I really knew him. . .”

I asked her how they met and she rolled her eyes.  “At Cannes.  Don’t you remember when I had to cover the festival for that stupid art rag that folded last year?  Well, we met in the press room one night, and that was it!”

“You’ve never been to Cannes.”

“. . . or at least I thought that was it until he started ignoring me.  Do you think he might be a player, Kimmy?”

“Who, the invisible man?”

“I’m serious,” she said, indignant.  “Do you think he was just toying with me?

“If he was, I wouldn’t worry about it.  The other women in his life are probably fictional, too.”