do you know who i am

(hint: i am edward cullen)

look who was riding the subway AGAIN

just jake gyllenhaal.via

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the tennessee tea party really grosses me out

in response to the news that representative barney frank will not seek re-election at the end of his term. get a life jerks.

internet music toy

Baroque.me visualizes the first Prelude from Bach’s Cello Suites. Using the mathematics behind string length and pitch, it came from a simple idea: what if all the notes were drawn as strings? Instead of a stream of classical notation on a page, this interactive project highlights the music’s underlying structure and subtle shifts.

Baroque.me: J.S. Bach - Cello Suite No. 1 - Prelude from Alexander Chen on Vimeo.

click here to play.

topless joe jonas and puppy

are you in the mood for a mustache ride? then grab a puppy and head to mexico because joe jonas' vacation is probably going to be over soon. via.

brb outside: the cloisters

Today I took a field trip to the Cloisters. Here are some highlights.

Gubye, Buddy! Hope you find your dad... Thanks Mr. Narwhal Tusk.

 Medieval Smokey. Git 'em Smoke!

 Gardens for days

 Munchin' on a unicorn...

GPP needs a citrus tree. lets do that.

omg y'all.

holmes is pregnant!!! follow him along his journey toward motherhood on his new blog.

CONGRATS EMBREES!!!

clydesdale slavery

just in case you thought it would be cute to take a carriage ride at the zoo over the holidays.

your once and future president

new campaign ad. im ready to vote now, are you?

what is thomas wilhelm doing after work?

(via)

thx melissa!

what are you doing this weekend?

if you're in nashville, you're going to the porter flea handmade holiday market , organized by 2Pz bestie, KTV!

this looks funny

click here for a funny "red band" trailer where charlize swears at esme.

i know i hyperbolize a lot here...

...but i want you to think long and hard before watching this without 4-5 tissues in your hand.

Forty male beagles raised inside a lab in Spain arrived in Los Angeles last week where they will be put up for adoption after being freed from captivity by the Beagle Freedom Project.

The rescue mission is the largest yet for the group Animal Rescue Media Education (ARME). A total of 72 dogs were rescued in the effort, 32 of them having already been adopted in Europe, according to NBC Los Angeles. (via)

thx leigh anne!

grimes - vanessa

indisputable proof that bulldogs are completely mizz.

this feature in the new york times proves once and for all what most of us have always known:

In January 2009, Adam Goldfarb of the Humane Society of the United States told The Augusta Chronicle that bulldogs, often referred to as English bulldogs, are the “poster child for breeding gone awry.” The article came in response to a scathing British documentary, “Pedigree Dogs Exposed,” that highlighted the health and welfare problems of purebred dogs and claimed that breeders and the Kennel Club (the British equivalent of the American Kennel Club) were in denial about the extent of the problem.
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“There is little doubt that the anatomy of the English bulldog has considerable capacity to cause suffering,” Dr. Nicola Rooney and Dr. David Sargan concluded in one of the reports, “Pedigree Dog Breeding in the U.K.: A Major Welfare Concern?” “The breed is noted to have locomotion difficulties, breathing problems, an inability to mate or give birth without assistance. . . . Many would question whether the breed’s quality of life is so compromised that its breeding should be banned.” (via)

it goes on and on and on.

Uga VII didn’t appear to relish his mascot duties. Unlike his father, Uga VI, who was loud and boisterous and enjoyed chasing after the school’s costumed bulldog mascot, Hairy Dawg, Uga VII seemed most comfortable in the back corner of his doghouse — or, better yet, outside the stadium entirely. A few minutes before halftime, Seiler’s adult son, Charles, led the dog off the field by a leash to a waiting golf cart. Uga VII hopped on, and a young woman drove us out the stadium’s back service entrance, up a hill, around some bends to an unspectacular patch of grass that doubles as the dog’s game-day bathroom. When the cart came to a stop, Uga VII bounded off it and spent the next few minutes happily sniffing the grass, urinating on a tree and defecating behind a bush.

When the dog was done, Charles ordered us all back on the cart. “All right, let’s go,” he said, and before I knew it, we were speeding back toward Sanford Stadium, Uga VII’s droppings (Charles didn’t pick up after him) a reminder to all that the world’s most famous mascot was here — and that celebrity dogs, like their human counterparts, get to play by different rules.

But Uga VII’s celebrity life would be short-lived. Six months later, while lounging at home, he died of heart failure. He was 4 years old.

bless his heart. smokey doesn't defecate, jicyww.

thx anonymous tipper (and resident animal expert)!!!