Brandon Scott Gorrell

Yesterday the folks over at USA Today ran a story about a study by the Environmental Working Group (EWG) that analyzed the ‘conventionally grown’ (I swear, that label is such a travesty) fruits and vegetables most and least contaminated with pesticides. Here’s what they found.

You want your professor to read it because you want to show her how good it is, and after two weeks of waiting for the grade, the paper comes back with high marks and a page-long handwritten note about how well-written and genius the thing is.

One of the most terrifying experiences of my pre-teen years was sitting in the movie theater with my friends just before the previews for Jurassic Park were set to begin. Despite the fact that I had been super excited to see the film during the weeks leading up to its release, I became – secretly – scared shitless, sitting there in the dark, waiting for it to start…

And it’s not just that the characters find themselves in depressing situation after depressing situation (well, they kind of do), it’s the fact that the scope of the novel makes every depressing instance so much more tragic because you’re highly familiar with what lead each character to the sad place they’re in currently.

Whenever I see these kinds of videos, one nagging question always comes to mind, and it’s “Who uploaded the video?” My guess is that these two didn’t, and I suppose it would take the humor out of the clip if I knew they had uploaded it and were refreshing it repeatedly, just to see how viral it goes. Anyways! Please enjoy.

Quickly making its way around the blogosphere as we speak, this retro-epic (retropera?) commercial for Australian-based Hahn beer is pretty freaking sweet. Didn’t know you could pack that many late 70s/ early 80s cliches into just 60 seconds of footage. Personal thoughts: best part about the video is the part where they filter the beer through a large cat.

Since the glorification of all/ most of these are generally frowned upon nowadays (in the Age of Irony and Equality), people who love Hemingway secretly appreciate and/ or fantasize about the way the world used to be; about being Hemingway’s Brett, or his Catherine, or Hemingway himself…

OOPS. This F-Bomb was dropped yesterday at noon; hopefully she and her colleagues have recovered from the devastating impact and weathered the fallout without sustaining casualty and/ or loss of life.

Really, Tennessee? Apparently the state has just passed a law making it illegal to post pics that could “frighten, intimidate or cause emotional distress” to the viewer. Questions for Tennessee: 1) how are you going to enforce this law? 2) how are you going to interpret this law? and 3) What the hell?

This week in Alamogordo, New Mexico, a man who apparently wanted to get back at his ex-girlfriend for aborting their unborn child ran a billboard that reads “This Would Have Been A Picture Of My 2-Month Old Baby If The Mother Had Decided To Not KILL Our Child!” Next to the text is the man – 35-year-old Greg Fultz – holding a black silhouette of an infant in his arms.

Ouch. A recent show in Amsterdam had Moby a little too close to the gallery’s track lighting, which I’m assuming provides electricity for its light bulbs via exposed electrical wires. Anyways, kind of weird/ scary seeing Moby go down for the count like that! Apparently, dude’s ok, and later tweeted that he was “sorry for being electrocuted” and that he was “feeling much better.” Thank god.

Finally, I’ll probably want to avoid you forever if you’re the type of person who hangs out with people because they’re Cool. I accept the notion that there exist Cool and Uncool people, but contrary to your beliefs, people can be stratified in different ways. There are different categories people fall into.