This is a film about animals. Or to be precise, how we treat animals around us.
Word of caution: This is a very thought provoking film, and extremely graphic. I needed a break after the first three parts.
I’m text linking this time, as I’m not sure what previews Youtube will show. Earthlings
Oh, and yes – this IS a poker related post: I got the link from via Daniel Negreanu.
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I fell into a deep hole of Madness.
Can’t accuse them boys of making spectacular videos back then, but the music is still top pair top kicker (phew, got some poker content now)
In case you don’t know Madness, they became very big in the beginning of the 80’s, when Britain was full of Thatcher and skinheads and striking miners.
Skinheads weren’t nazi scum back then, and they would skank all night long to the sound of ska, the predecessor to reggae, which has a slower beat.
I wasn’t a skinhead, but I skanked a lot myself, was in my mid-teens and identified with everything that was anti-something. Fresh home from a couple of months in Africa, and I was mostly into reggae at that time. But I’ve always dug Madness, and still do.
But I digress. Here’s another:
Here’s a very recent one. And with that, I wish you a happy Saturday (and please don’t overdo it, if you have to drink):
It’s been awfully quiet here, lately. My sincere apologies. It’s not like I haven’t been at the tables, but I usually finish so late, that posting is near impossible if I want a decent chance to go to bed before I have to get up again.
Poker’s going okay. I’m not scott free but I’m not in a hole either – or at least it’s not very deep.
End of poker related content, here’s what I have to say tonight:
Most of you out there have probably don’t know Yoav. So here’s your chance to hear a sound I bet you haven’t heard before. Yoav (pron. [Yoh.Av]) is israeli born, raised in South Africa . He’s a one man band with his guitar and his loop machines. Or should I say “One man army”. Don’t worry, he’ll do anyting but trash your eardrums…
Here’s a sample. I actually wanted to embed the song “Club Thing“, but they will not let me. So instead, here’s the best embeddable video. And that says a lot about the rest, by the way:
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The fever’s been replaced by a generel state of hotness. Summer has hit full force here, so even if I was feeling well again, I’d still be playing very little poker.
Most of the time is spent outside, or inside making cold (non-alcoholic) drinks and ice cream in multiple flavors. What a nice hobby that is, btw!
So anyway – thought I’d have to give you something, so you don’t think I’m a completely goner. So here’s someone named Dante Bucci, playing a weird instrument, called a hang drum.
I like the sound, but I think it’s that kind of instrument that you only need to listen to a couple of times a year, before it get’s old hat.
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(100 percent off topic)
I’m sure you all know this image and the story behind it. If you don’t, you really ought to: On June 16, 1976, south african students began an uprising in the township of Soweto, against the racist apartheid education system that forced them to speak afrikaans only in the classrooms.
In apartheid South Africa, afrikaans and english were the only two languages that were recognised, even though they were spoken by a minority of the population.
12 year old Hector Pieterson was only the second of hundreds to die during the protest. The black and white images of his dead body later became a symbol of the Soweto uprising and of the struggle against apartheid. So much that one was turned into a sculpture.
Fast forward 33 years and students are still being killed for protesting. Not so much in South Africa, but in Iran, a cryptofascist nation, that really need no introduction.
Since the presidential elections a few weeks ago, protests have been building. There seems to be widespread evidence that the vote was rigged to ensure former prime minister Mir-Hossein Mousavi (Twitter feed: #mousavi1388) never got close to power. Or rather, to make sure that Ahmedinejad stayed in his seat.
The girl to the left is Neda. She may have a statue of her own some day.
Neda never made it to 17. Yesterday a sniper made that descision for her. She didn’t die instantly, instead she drowned in her own blood from the gun shot wound. (And before you begin googling for the video: I’ve already seen it so you don’t have to. Really).
She’s not the first, nor the second to die in Iran over the past weeks. She won’t be the last either.
But across the internet and inside Iran, she is fast becoming a symbol of the iranian protest for democray. In fact, some reports suggest that protesters are chanting her name, which means ‘voice’ in farsi.
Iran is pretty much closed down, informationwise. The local press is banned from reporting, bloggers are being arrested, as are ordinairy people who just happen to be photographing demonstrations.
Twitter is the main line of communication to the outside world. So much, that the US government has asked Twitter to hold off an important system upgrade, so that the flow of information wouldn’t get interrupted.
There are several other sources of information. Twitter is probably the least reliable, unless you know who to look (out) for. But you could also try The Lede from New York Times. That’ll get you going.
So – final question – what will happen if Mousavi is elected, as the protesters want? Will women finally be able to kick the hijab, and will men finally be able to roll up their shirt sleaves and listen to whatever music the like? Well, I have no idea, really. But as long as he is picked through fair and free elections, I don’t really care.
Hope I interrupted you long enough to stop and think.
Game on.
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I’m having a hard time picking the best version, so here’s the runner up
Needless to say, I didn’t get my wish this year either. Sucks!
In case you wonder where Santa is at this very moment look no futher!
Merry Holidays, everyone!
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More to follow.
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