Alter Ego ‘Aaj Ei Brishti’ So I play in a band with fellow Bangladeshis in Atlanta. And this is by far my favorite of our songs. The emotions seem to ooze out of the singer and at the risk of infuriating some Bengalis, I actually like this version better than the original. Taped during rehearsals using the iPhone’s memo feature.
Productive at work
The Eye On A Tiger
Wherein we poke fun at Tiger Woods by parodying the Survivor hit — because someone had to do it!
Every night at work, we pick a song of the night which has to thematically relate to the big news of the day. Last night, as we wrote about Tiger Woods’ woes and the glare of the spotlight on his infidelity, we said an apt song would be Survivors’ ‘Eye of the Tiger.’
Obviously the next logical step was to just go ahead and write up a song parodying that hit. So we did, in five minutes. Since we were at work and can’t sing, we shipped it off to our friend Razab in the Bay Area, who was nice enough to whisper the vocals so as to not wake up his kids.
When I came home this morning, I thought I’d see if I could add some images to the words — and the re-enactment by a Taiwanese TV station that’s doing the Internet rounds was a god-send.
So here it is, warts and all, thanks to the awful awful program that is Windows Movie Maker.
We give you: The Eye on a Tiger!
Happy 7th birthday!
If you leap awake
In the mirror of a bad dream
And for a fraction of a second
You cant remember where you are
Just open your window
And follow your memory upstream
To the meadow in the mountain
Where we counted every falling star
I believe the light that shines on you
Will shine on you forever
And though I cant guarantee
Theres nothing scary hiding under your bed
I’m gonna stand guard
Like a postcard of a Golden Retriever
And never leave till I leave you
With a sweet dream in your head
Im gonna watch you shine
Gonna watch you grow
Gonna paint a sign
So youll always know
As long as one and one is two
There could never be a father
Who loved his daughter more than I love you
Trust your intuition
Its just like going fishing
You cast your line
And hope you get a bite
But you dont need to waste your time
Worrying about the market place
Try to help the human race
Struggling to survive its harshest night
Im gonna watch you shine
Gonna watch you grow
Gonna paint a sign
So youll always know
As long as one and one is two
There could never be a father
Who loved his daughter more than I love you
Im gonna watch you shine
Gonna watch you grow
Gonna paint a sign
So youll always know
As long as one and one is two
There could never be a fatherWho loved his daughter more than I love you
The decade in 7 minutes
Newsweek sums up everything you need to know about the 2000s in seven sweet minutes
Golimar - The Indian Thriller
Halloween is over. So it is safe to unleash this in the world
Ah that explains it.
(via thedailywhat)
Maury Christmas!
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Water World
In December, world leaders will meet in Copenhagen to discuss climate change. Nowhere are the stakes higher than in Bangladesh, where a 1-meter rise in sea level will flood 20 percent of the country and displace 35 million people.
It is ironic that Bangladesh is a victim of a phenomenon it had virtually no role in creating.
But Bangladeshis are a tenacious lot. And in the face of such hopelessness, they are dreaming up innovative solutions to combat the future nature has carved from them. Steps such as floating schools and rice that can “hold its breath” underwater.
This powerful PBS piece — part of the show ‘NOW’ — is 25 minutes long and is must viewing, whether you’re a Bangladeshi or not.
Today is National Cliche Day. And it’s a good a time as any to recycle this old Tumblr entry:
Every crime story EVER written
Journalists LOVE resorting to the tired phrases. So, my friend Lateef and I (both former cop reporters) decided to write the ultimate crime story using every possible hackneyed wording we could think of.
Count the clichés and vow to never ever repeat them.*
Neighbors search for answers as drive-by shooting claims life of teacher
By Scoop Jones and R. U. Luckie/ The Daily Downsizer
ATLANTA, Georgia — It was Billy’s last dance.
Billy Dance walked out of his modest ranch house to retrieve his newspaper from the front lawn — and never came back.
Dance, a 32-year-old business instructor, was gunned down in a hail of bullets Tuesday in a quiet suburban neighborhood outside Atlanta, police said.
“I am shocked. It was a scene straight out of a movie,” said neighbor Johnny Kutz. “We never thought anything like this could ever happen here.”
The shooting was the second headline-grabbing incident in as many days in the Bubbling Brook community, and it heightened tensions.
On Sunday, a woman in a nearby subdivision was arrested on animal cruelty charges after authorities found 74 uncared-for cats inside her house.
Neighbors have also grappled with several car break-ins in recent days where teenagers stole iPods from unlocked vehicles and fled on foot.
So far, police are being tight-lipped about whether Dance’s shooting is related to the recent crime wave.
“The investigation is ongoing,” said Atlanta police Sgt. Christopher Rude. “We’re following up on a lot of leads, and we already have a person of interest in custody.”
The early morning calm was shattered about 6 a.m. when a maroon older-model sedan drove past Dance’s house and someone opened fire.
“It sounded like ‘pop,’ ‘pop,’ ‘pop,’” said LaKeisha Washington, who was getting her children ready for school at the time. “At first, I thought it was firecrackers.”
Neighbors described Dance as a quiet man who mostly kept to himself.
“I’d see him sometimes when I was working on my yard and he was getting in his car,” said Roger Jordan. “We would wave. He seemed like a pleasant guy.”
Dance’s colleagues at Dewey Institute of Technology said he was an instructor who always had a smile on his face.
“He always thought outside the box when he taught,” said Mary Pepperidge. “It’s a pity he was taken in the prime of his life.”
Police tape cordoned off Dance’s one-story house Tuesday evening. Yellow placards counting the shell casings littered the area. A reporter counted 25 of them.
By the driveway, neighbors had set up a make-shift memorial. A candle-light vigil was slated for later in the night.
Jordan’s wife, Samantha, said the killings had upended her sense of peace and tranquility in the subdivision of middle-class homes with well-manicured lawns.
“This is the kind of place where we don’t even lock the door at night,” she said.
Those who dropped off teddy bears and bouquets in a show of support at the memorial searched for answers. They were at a loss to explain Dance’s passing, as was a homicide detective who came by to re-interview some of the residents.
“I tell you, I’ve been on the force for 13 years and usually in a homicide, there is some link between the victim and the perpetrator,” the detective said, without wanting to be named because he wasn’t authorized to speak to the media. “I’ve never seen anything like this.”
Davie Nelson, councilman for the district that Dance lived in, also milled about, commiserating with the crowd.
“This is why we need more police officers,” Nelson lamented.
Towards late afternoon Dance’s Aunt Matilda came to the crime scene. The woman said she wanted closure.
“I just want closure,” Aunt Matilda said.
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*The same day we made up this story, this was the headline on abcnews.com:
Alabama Shooter Michael McLendon Was ‘Quiet’
Alabama Shooter Often ‘Kept To Himself,’ Had Quit Job Last Week
Goal Celebration of the Day: What do you do when you play for a seventh tier soccer club and there are barely any fans around to cheer for you after a rather epic-looking goal?
This.
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