Huqleberry

The last realistic solution to stop this wretched oil leak is to enlist the help of this man:

Time lapse footage of the smoke filled skies over Los Angeles.

Beautiful isn’t it?

The Next O.J. Suffers from Amnesia

Under the layer cake of toxicity Chris Brown was being interviewed by Larry King.

“I just don’t know what to think. I’m just like, wow,” Brown said. “It’s crazy to me.”

Wow, yeah it is crazy isn’t it?

“When I look at it now, it’s just like, wow, like, I can’t believe that that actually happened,” Brown said.

Wow.

“I’m in shock, because, first of all, that’s not who I am as a person, and that’s not who I promise I want to be.”

Yeah, wow.

Like, like, like, like, like, like, like…

Gunden is back

Read it again.  Gunden is back and he has a Go-Kart license.  More photos to follow.

Andrew Arz, Palm Reader

Andrew Arz can read your palm.  Manifest destiny in Japanese (12500 Yen per session).

Tomorrow is the first of three Summer Streets in New York City.  That means no motor vehicles from 7 am to 1pm, starting from 72nd Street and Park Avenue all the way down to City Hall.

Grab a bike and check it out!!!! Wooooooooooooo

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Vladimir Putin will eat your children (he probably already has).

Via AP

The Czar-boro man? When Vladimir Putin rode a horse bare-chested through a rustic region of Siberia, it produced astonishing images casting him as a rugged Russian outdoorsman.

While Americans may think of the Marlboro man, for Russians the more powerful association is the warrior heroes of Russian fairy tales who rode horseback and defended Russia from foreign invaders.

In the official photographs and video, shown on state television, Putin cultivates the macho image that Russians appear to love as they look to him to keep the country stable and strong more than a year after he stepped down as president.

Putin was shown fishing and swimming the butterfly stroke in an icy river in the Tuva region of southern Siberia. He posed while sitting in a tree, wearing khaki pants and T-shirt with a canvas bush hat.

But the most astounding image was of 56-year-old Putin riding a horse through the mountains, his bare chest on full display.

The Horse Whisperer 2

Putin scoping out South Ossetia’s border

Putin ATTACKS!

–> Over the past couple of days I came to a realization.  You are nothing in this world unless you have a bottle photograph.

–> A bottle photo?  Yes, a bottle photo (see below).

–> Coffee table book.  Bottles.  Bottles in a book. It has promotional bonanza tattooed all over it.  The contributors to this website have decided to take it upon themselves to collect these pictures and compile them into a hardbound book.

–> Why pose with bottles of alcohol in zi club?  Shema Shev on Friday?  It’s an interesting case study in psychology and more importantly sociology. Personally, I think the bottle photo is a thing of pure beauty.  What better way to glamorize the truly special moments then by putting these photos in a super-glossy book?

–> Bottles. Fucking bottles.  The book strokes the ego of alcohol companies and nightlife venues across the world… As well as the cynics.   It’s genius. Endless hours of laughter and utter fascination.

–> The book will even have a few blank pages for you, the owner, to add your very bottle photographs!  Oh the memories!! “Remember when I had two bottles in my hand and I was  dancing??!!! OMFG.  Bottles!”

–> Alcoholic beverage companies battling with their checkbooks to sponsor the book launch.  Launch-cum-photo shoot for ‘Bottles II: <Insert company>.”

–> How can you make it into the hallowed pages?  It’s simple!

1. Go to zi club
2. Find some bottles (Beer does not count)
3. Hold them.
4. Strike a pose.
5. Take a picture! (high res please)
6. Email it me Huqleberry@gmail.com
7. Pop bottles because you’ll live on forever! (EXCLAMATION POINTS!)

–> After scouring my iPhoto for ten minutes I had to face the music.  A photo of me holding bottles doesn’t exist.  Therefore,  I am a loser.  My tongue longs to taste the good life…   A glimpse of something that would confirm my existence on this planet; something that would immortalize me (while balling of course.  Big Ballin’).  A bottle photo…

{Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya)
{Flirt with the hood rats then pop models} (uh-huh)
{Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya)
{Flirt with the hood rats then pop models}

-Bird Man Featuring Lil’Wayne (Yeah Fuck Yeah.  Rappers)

(CNN) — Forget Disneyland! Costa Rica is the happiest place in the world, according to an independent research group in Britain with the goal of building a new economy, “centered on people and the environment.”

In a report released Saturday, the group ranks nations using the “Happy Planet Index,” which seeks countries with the most content people.

In addition to happiness, the index by the New Economics Foundation considers the ecological footprint and life expectancy of countries.

“Costa Ricans report the highest life satisfaction in the world and have the second-highest average life expectancy of the new world (second to Canada),” the organization said in a statement.

They “also have an ecological footprint that means that the country only narrowly fails to achieve the goal of … consuming its fair share of the Earth’s natural resources.”

The Central American country, tucked between Nicaragua and Panama, touts its lush rain forests and pristine beaches. Its president, Oscar Arias Sanchez, won the Nobel Peace Prize in 1987 for trying to help end civil wars in several Central American countries.

This year’s survey, which looked at 143 countries, featured Latin American nations in nine of the Top 10 spots.

The runner-up was the Dominican Republic, followed by Jamaica, Guatemala and Vietnam.

Most developed nations lagged in the study.

While Britain ranked 74th, the United States snagged the 114th spot, because of its hefty consumption and massive ecological footprint.

The United States was greener and happier 20 years ago than it is today, the report said.

Other populous nations, such as China and India, had a lower index brought on by their vigorous pursuit of growth-based models, the survey suggested.

“As the world faces the triple crunch of deep financial crisis, accelerating climate change and the looming peak in oil production, we desperately need a new compass to guide us,” said Nic Marks, founder of the foundation’s center for well-being.

Marks urged nations to make a collective global change before “our high-consuming lifestyles plunge us into the chaos of irreversible climate change.”

The report, which was first conducted in 2006, covers 99 percent of the world population, the statement said.

I was there last summer. I was happy, very happy.  I wish I had never left.  Here are a bunch of generic photos from that little jaunt.

Yesterday couldn’t have been better.  After waking up bright and early in my new bed, I traveled down to South Brooklyn to spend the day on The Little Prince.

The weatherman predicted thunderstorms for the duration of the day but all I felt were the rays of sunlight splashing on my face as we cast the boat out into the mighty Atlantic.  I was handed a fishing pole and a beer at 10 a.m. and the rest of the day was a complete route.

I managed to catch two fish.  After asking a shipmate what I had caught I was simply told ‘a five thousand dollar fine.’

Needless to say I laughed my ass off at the response.  Apparently it isn’t fluke season in New York.  Andrew played around with a shark and the “Sangre del Sharko” stained the bow.

Following the boating excursion I found myself at Il Fornetto.  After a cup of coffee I attempted to learn how to bet on the ponies but ended up watching the other patrons.

A couple scanned a racing daily and placed bets using money from their pension.  “I told you to bet on the five horse.  You always switch out one of my horses.  Listen to me when I tell you something.” The woman would bellow at her frail husband.  He wore thick frames and I don’t think he could read the tiny newsprint that well.  I didn’t notice a hearing aid but I’m sure he chose to ignore his wife a long time ago.

A group of Greeks sat around a round table.  Some of the men would occasionally slam their fists down when a long shot horse pulled ahead to spoil their trifecta.  A glass shattered after a losing race at Belmont Downs.

A chubby Italian sang Paolo Conte tunes while he kicked back his gin and tonic.  He was watching baseball, not the races.

A man, at least 60 years of age, waltzed in with a young girl and took a seat across from our table.  I was curious to know her age, Andrew and I concluded she had to be no more than 19.  She placed some bets while he slurped his soup.  The man was not her father.