It's only a line but I like it, I like it.

Después de un accidente en las islas Fiyi el año pasado, el guitarrista de los Rolling Stones Keith Richards, de 63 años, escribe otra página en su particular leyenda al asegurar que inhaló durante una juerga las cenizas de su padre, fallecido en el 2002. (leer). La entrevista fue realizada por la revista Britanica NME (rock) aqui se puede leer la entrevista original. Que divertido que es Keith Richards.

In an awesome interview given to British rock magazine NME, Rolling Stones lead guitar's Keith Richards admits having snorted the ashes of his own father. I could not help but laugh after reading that part of the interview. Well actually the whole article is very interesting for whose who love the BEST ROCK BAND EVER. (read)

Comments

Kev Cruz said…

hahahahah! We posted about the same thing Dude! It means we're on the same wave length!
take care my good friend!

7:10 AM

Four-eyed-missy said…

Dude, that's really, uhm, terrible! I am referring to the story, and not about you and Kevin's posting the same story. Now, what are the odds, eh?

7:43 AM

Callie said…

*yeahhhh dude, i snorted me dads ashes to incorporate his spirit into me own flesh and bones.....Sorry pops for inhaling you instead of burying you or tossing you out to sea.*

What a wacked out way to remember your dearly departed.Bury you? nah..We'll just turn you into rubbish and inhale you.

*winks
callie

12:51 AM

Volan's last will.

This is a picture of the envelope I received. On September the 29th I received a letter sent from London Metropolitan Police’s forensic department. The envelope contains Volan’s death report. I am still recovering from such a terrible moment. As Volan’s closest (and perhaps sole) friend I am in the obligation of publishing these lines on his own blog, as it was his last will. In strange circumstances my dearest friend Volan passed away in the dawn of the 23rd of September in Homerton Hospital in London. His body was carted off from the churchyard of Saint Paul’s Cathedral after a mad night out with Siobhan (Sweeny), -an Irish-Scottish blues singer whose Volan had just met few hours before in the surrounding areas of Anexo Bar, close to Farringdon Station. At the moment that the ambulance arrived at the place Volan showed a critical state and almost without vital signals dying a while after indoors, in the above mentioned hospital. The death certificated shows a very cryptic language ...

let's give a break to our mother

This is an e-mail and digital invitation going on around the world. Let's switch off the lights, tv, lap tops and other electrical devices tomorrow the 17th of April 2007 from 19:53 to 20:00 . It is just 7 minutes and the benefits for the planet will be notorious. Please spread the word!. I am not fond chained e-mails but I reckon this is a very good reason. Esta es una cyber-invitacion que esta dandole la vuelta a mundo. Apagemos las luces, televisores, computadores personales y demas aparatos electricos manana 17 de Abril de 2007 desde las 19:53 hasta las 20:00. Son solo 7 minutos y los beneficios para el planeta seran notorios. Comuniquenlo a sus amigos, envien e-mails o escribanlo en sus blogs... No soy muy amigo de las cadenas de correos electronicos pero considero que esta es una buena causa.

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Norman McLaren was one of the most significant abstract filmmakers of the British inter-war period. Born in 1914 in Stirling, Scotland, he entered the Glasgow School of Fine Arts in 1932, where he became interested in film and joined the School's Kine Society. His earliest extant film, Seven Till Five (1933), a "day in the life of an art school", was clearly influenced by Eisenstein and displays a strongly formalist attitude. (more)

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