made fresh daily: June 2006

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Friday, June 30, 2006

civilized?

yesterday i was walking through the nyc subway with two of my colleagues from work when one of them said "...since i moved to the suburbs, i don't ride the subway anymore. it is so much better to drive to work, so much more civilized." the comment struck me as smug, but more than that it made me realized how detached we, as americans, are from the world around us. the fact that it is a commonly expressed belief that sitting in a car, by oneself, monotonously driving back and forth from garage to office cubicle is more civilized and preferable is illustrative of our isolationist tendencies as well as the perception that the rest of the world has of us. i understand the appeal of time alone with some music or talk radio, but i also know there is a great deal of importance to feeling alive and being a participant in society. i'm sure this sounds crazy, it is just something that has been occupying my thoughts. thanks for reading.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

tonight we party


that's right, tonight ash and i enter the realm of gil mantera's party dream. i am super stoked, as it is not often that you get to see not one, but two, grown men belting out pop hits dressed head to toe in neon spandex. if my mind is not completely blown, i can re-cap a little of the magic that i witnessed at the knitting factory tomorrow. i'm out!

gil mantera's party dream website

gil mantera's party dream myspace (you should really be their friends)

quick thoughts...on the world cup


first and foremost, can we all agree that this is the greatest spectacle in sports. it is like the olympics without men's gymnastics and synchro-swimming. rarely will you have as much emotional investment in a random games, such as brazil/ghana, without being a fan of either side. an unparalleled spectacle of sport in my opinion. now on to the actual games.

the round of sixteen did not start to well for me, as sweden was the first team eliminated in the second round. putting personal preference aside, germany advancing (convincingly it might add) is good for the tournament and very good for deutschland.

the other highlights over the last 5 days included argentina v mexico, which was a gem of a game and both teams deserved to advance. however it was argentina moving on to play germany after what has to be the goal of the wc so far by ????. portugal v holland has received a lot of press for the number of yellow and red cards given out, but i can say that i watched the game in a local pub and the atmosphere was great. every several minutes there were audible display of happiness, disappointment, even astonishment. i think that england is in for a real tough test from portugal, despite the number of players sitting out on suspension for portugal being high.

the other two highlights of the second round came in the italy v austrailia match up as well as france v spain. very sloppy and untimely defending doomed the socceroos of austrailia while the old men of france disposed of spain's young pups with some scintillating football in the second half last night.

the two day break in the action couldn't come at a better time, as i need to catch my breath and prepare for a made dash for the final in berlin on the 9th of july. ohh, my only wish would be a do-over in that sweden v germany game, with sweden removing their heads from their asses for the first 12 minutes.

(i have been seeing this ref's smile in my nightmares for days!)

above the law


when i hear the name steven segal, immediately images of a black clad, pony tail wearin' destroyer taking down law-breakers and evil-doers comes to mind. maybe for you, the picture is more eco-warrior chef keeping international terrorists at bay. with that in mind, i think it is safe to say that the name steven segal is not synonymous with electric guitars and sweaty live shows in rock and roll clubs...until now that is.

while it might not be as exciting as patrick swayze rapping, or anything that hasselhoff does, this is still unbelievable. please take note of track 6...pure genius!

read a recent review of segal live! (highly rec)

take it easy


man, the swedes can't catch a break these days. first they are dumped from the world cup with a dud of a game against germany and now the capital city is under siege by a crazy, corn-rowed american. read the story here.

Sunday, June 25, 2006

not a swede sixteen


the dream of a swedish conquest at the 2006 world cup is over, as they were bounced from the tournament in the round of 16 by germany. it was a nice run in a tough group, but i would have liked to have seen this brave and spirited team go just a bit further. i guess we will have to live with the sublime memories of sweden v paraguay in berlin.

Saturday, June 24, 2006

like school in the summertime...

no class.

the english fans are a disgrace to their team and their country. with all that germany has done to ensure that this event goes off without any trouble, you hate to see this.

watch the video

update: not unlike their fans boorish behavior, the england players have resorted to kicking opposing players in the groin and then bitching when they get carded. i can't begin to tell you how happy i am that england crashed out of the wc.

the world's reaction to england's wc

Friday, June 23, 2006

let's hear it for the swedish supporters


i just read that the the swedish supporters have been voted the best supporters in the world cup. with supporters like this lovely, there is no doubt why. we intend to keep that going for as long as we are in the wc and if it should be all over on saturday, we will simply refuse to leave quietly.

i don't know where you got to go...


but you got to get the hell up outta germany! yet another resounding thud out of the wc for the americans. as long as they assemble a team of mls all-stars and a few older internationals, the usa will always walk the razor's edge in the opening rounds. by the way, with mia hamm retiring to follow nomar, do you think that the women's team would take landon donovan? what a prima donna nike creation. shameful.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

mfd on holiday

sometimes vacation is all about the anticipation and piece of mind that it affords you before it begins, and then there are the vacations where your anticipation and expectations are totally inadequate. that latter perfectly summarizes ash and i's last two weeks as we traveled through europe.

our trip begins just as any other executed in the nyc area does, sitting in traffic on the way to the airport willing to sell your spleen on the black market for a chance to leave the concrete jungle a moment earlier than you already are. after the 2 hour trip from jc to jfk, we made our way onto the plane and headed to london to begin what was going to be one hell of a long journey to finland. the flight over to heathrow was fine, save for the fact that i was racked with excitement and unable to secure any winks on the plane. we made our connection to stockholm, where it was expected that we would have just enough time to pick up a few items for the paraguay/sweden match in berlin in several days. well we were off by about 14 hours, as air traffic control went down and we were lampooned in the airport overnight...with no place to sleep. thankfully for us, the swedes are a peaceful bunch of social democrats and they did everything to make their wooden benches hospitable. while we were laying about on the benches, we had the pleasure of meeting a lovely, young swedish woman, who we engaged in 5+ hours of conversation and even a breakfast of coffee and swedish rolls over a spot of rikki lake on the tele. she is from a part of sweden we have never seen and we got along smashingly, so vacation 2007 may be starting to take shape.

after saying goodbye to eva and sweden, we finally made it to finland, a day late and completely exhausted, but still ready to see what the city had to offer. with a limited time in the city, we wanted to cut throught the crap an experience the "true" helsinki. after encountering countless amazing design items and some stunning architecture, we identified the "essence" of helsinki...beer. forget the aalto vases and soaring public buildings, the fins cherish nothing more than really, really, really cheap and plentiful malted beverage. young and old alike, no one is immune from the call of this sudsy siren. so with 20 hours of sunlight and some nice spring weather, you can imagine the scene for yourself. once we got acclimated to beer replacing water in our diet, we discovered that we had found ourselves in a very foreign country. of course the language and customs are always different when abroad, but the fins are a different breed of european (or even scandinavian for that matter). one thing that they have that is decidedly in their favor is that the majority of the city of helsinki is something right out of a james bond movie, where kgb could emerge from behind a curtain or meet you in a hallway and "take you out of the traffic". fortunately for us the closest we came to kgb was a drunk, finnish weapons dealer whose sage advice to ashley kept her identity hidden from anyone who asked. the only thing that can rival beer (& conan o'brien) in popularity in finland is coffee. dark, rich and strong coffee that somehow seems totally appropriate before, after, or with beer. of all the things that you come to miss when you leave a european country, the coffee is the hardest to shake. with the sun high and the people always partying, our time in helsinki was a caffeine enriched, beer soaked blur that left us wanting more. however it was time to saddle up and get on to deutschland!

as the world cup was the genesis of our plans in germany, it was appropriate that we landed in stuttgart with just enough time to get a quick look at the town square before the united states took on the czech republic. since it took the usa two shakes of a lamb's tale to fall out of this match we were able to focus on visiting and catching up with a friend that had agreed to put us up in heilbronn (an hour south of stuttgart) for two days. as is the case with good friends, we picked up our conversation without a hitch, despite not having seen each other in over a year. the conversation was lovely and soon we were in a historic town square eating a delicious regional meal and savoring some of the cherished local vino (reisling to be exact). we could have stayed out all night celebrating with the hundreds of italians that were out enjoying their country's win over ghana, but we needed a bit of rest as we would be seeing more of germany's stunning landscape, namely the nekar river, the black forest, and heidelberg the following day.

after a lovely cafe and pastry enjoyed al fresco, ashley, steffi, and i boarded a sweltering (that's right, i said sweltering) hot train bound for the castle filled hills of heidelberg in the south of germany. the views alone would have justified the trip, but we managed to get so much more out of our time in the city. kisses (both physical and chocolate), students from leipzig, and uber-cool record shops (with honest to goodness vinyl) are only a few of sites and sounds we witnessed. in a very weird cultural exchange, we took lunch in a quaint cafe beside a 400+ year old german church and dined on sandwiches and flatbread named after b-list american movie stars. anyone for a matthew perry panini or christopher lambert salad? the germans really now how to capture the american cultural zeitgeist, first hasselhoff worship and now naming food after anne heche.

sadly, as we laid our heads down to sleep deep into the evening it was knowing that we would have to say goodbye to our lovely hostess and the picturesque beauty of south germany. we were off to berlin and there was much that laid ahead of us in the capital city. the whirlwind began as we were met in the airport by thilo and whisked off to the panzerbeiter house for a quick bite to eat, before we were off to the heart of berlin, the mile long stretch between the brandenburg gate and the victory column, to hang with 500,000+ crazed germans and sing songs, eat sausage, drink copious amounts of pilsner and watch germany take on poland. being surrounded by the german people as they hung on every movement in the game, made it easy for ash and i to get swept up in the moment and adopt deutschland as our temporary mother country. thankfully for us a late goal for the home side set off a party that raged long into the night and it goes without saying we made many friends and partook in more than a number of high fives.

as sweden was set to take on paraguay in berlin the following day, there was an insane number of gold-clad swedes roaming the streets during the germany match and somehow we managed to acquaint ourselves with several hundred of them. as i have an "in" with my fellow vikings, we quickly took to discussing the national team and what they had to do to win the following day. before long, cultural and linguistic borders were crossed and the streets rang out with the sounds of "eins, zwei, drei...crush paraguay!" lead by yours truly. at some point in this revelry, thilo disappeared and we only located him as a conga line of swedes and germans marched by with him at the head. berlin was shaping up to be quite an adventure.

the next morning, we joined the hordes of swedes that had descended upon berlin and took to the streets of the magical city to experience the sights & sounds. although we came to berlin for football, we had to make some time for culture and this came in the form of a trip to the memorial to the murdered jews of europe. public art can sometimes operate at a distance and alienate the public that it co-exists with, however this is not the case with this moving public memorial. about the size of three football (the soccer variety) fields, the memorial is an undulating sea of stones the shift with the landscape. underground, below the markers sits the accompanying museum which is some pretty heavy stuff. the numbers and reality of the holocaust are mind-blowing enough but this museum takes it to a new level by supplementing the facts and figures with deeply personal stories of victims who would have otherwise remained nameless and faceless. i would encourage anyone who is in berlin to pay it a visit, as it is a shining example of what public art/memorials can be.

fresh off a great day in the streets of berlin we moseyed back to the homestead to refuel on some schnitzel, sausage, and spaetzle before we headed to the olympic stadium (also a work of public art) to cheer on sweden. we left the flat looking like a small posse of nordic hooligans ready for action. as we came upon the stadium the size and scope of the event began to come into effect. this was a party that all of the world, save for america, waits for 4 years to partake in and here we stood surrounded by 100,000 of our newest comrades and friends. it did not take long after sharing the same physical space with the swedish national team for ashley to unveil her latent desires to marry one...any player and become the posh spice of the scandanavian set. this revelation was of no concern to me as i was only focused on the need for sweden to capture the full three points for the victory so that they could remain eligible for qualification to the second/knock-out stages. long story short, sweden shredded my nerves for the first 89 minutes of the game, causing horrible flashbacks to their opening round game against trinidad and tobago, but ye of little faith were taught a lesson. my man freddie ljungberg scored a picture perfect goal off a sweet set-up and sent 70,000 of the 73,000 fans at the olympic stadium into a frenzy. now when i say frenzy, i mean flares in stands, strangers kissing, rain falling on a sunny day frenzy. the scene from the time the ball bulged the net to a good 10 minutes after the final whistle were some of the most exciting and entertaining minutes i have ever witnessed. the train ride back to the berlin neighborhood of stieglitz was a party on rails, as thousands of delirious scannies packed the trains and sang the virtues of the men in yellow. we made it back to the flat, cracked some fine german brew, and soon laid our heads down knowing that the day had been a day of the highest order and that all was right with the world.

the following day, our final full day in berlin, saw another nice combination of culture and football. ash and i made our way to mitte, which is a bohemian neighborhood in former east berlin, complete with all the trappings of a place you could see yourself wanting to move to, only to smoke french cigarettes, drink espresso and argue the validity of freud's theories day in and day out. a highlight of our time their was a fantastic show at the C/O BERLIN gallery featuring work from 1 moroccan, 1 english, and 2 american artists. the work of the american richard sohm, dealing with life along the mississippi river was particularly interesting and prompted ash to comment, "these photos make us look like f*#kin' nuts!". you can't really argue with astute observations like that.

to clear our minds of the work we had just seen, we slipped into the coolest half brazilian, half german speakeasy/cafe in berlin and help ourselves to some scrumptious lunch and of course some perfect pilsner. it should be noted at this time that both the fins and germans do not waste their time with little 12oz. bottles of beer, ohh no..they go for half of a litre at a time. that being said with temperatures pushing 32 degrees celsius, and a couple bottles of pils in our swollen bellies, we were ready to leave the art and culture for now and get back to enjoying the "beautiful game" in all it's glory. to do so we headed to the adidas stadium, which is an exact replica of the olympic stadium built to scale and positioned directly in front of the reichstag (german parliament building and recipient of one of the greatest architectural face-lifts compliments of british architect sir norman foster). we picked a dandy time to see a game, as it was the netherlands v ivory coast, a great match-up on football merits alone, but also because they had rather rambunctious supporters who had clearly enjoyed the local beer as much as ash and i prior to the game. holland won a cracking match and we left with a very favorable impression of the mini-stad.

as it was our final full day in berlin, it was only fitting that we celebrated in style with a party. not just any party, but an 80's german neue-wave party, complete with hours and hours with unadulterated synth-pop ecstasy! the germans are an odd lot. by day they are an uber-serious bunch, but by night they are dancing machines. i mean put a little wine+fruit in a plastic tub and pass it out upon entry and you've got yourself one hellava german soiree. as i don't really want to kiss and tell, all i can say is that in no particular order, we danced, received multiple double-cheek kisses, and even bought a bunny. i'm tellin' ya' this berlin place is worth a visit.

sadly, the next morning we had the unpleasant task of packing up and heading to london. in an attempt to make the most of our visit, we booked a rendezvous with our friend barbara for a coffee along the banks of the spree river. with caffeine coursing through our veins and with several good-byes to our dear german friends in the books we set adrift to the land of bangers and mushy peas. as we only had about 24 hours in london, which included some much needed time earmarked for sleep, we only had time for one real activity and the unanimous choice was a date with the tate modern. not unlike the reischtag in berlin, the tate modern is an architectural marvel. it was once a power station along the southbank and it re-fashionedoned into a marvelous multi-purpose site that hosts a stunning collection of modern/contemporary art. several picassos, a few capacinos, and some very tired feet later, it was time to bring this most enjoyable holiday in the old country to an end.

as i mentioned, sometimes vacation is that light at the end of the tunnel that gets you through tough times with it's promise of fun and relaxation. this vacation was so much more than that, as it opened our eyes, created new friendships, and created memories that will undoubtedly last for some time to come.

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Wednesday, June 21, 2006


"the fbi says it wants zarqawi's dna so they can pair it with samples found in other terrorist safe houses in order to establish the extent of his influence, and, if need be, clone him so he can be killed again closer to the midterm elections."
-jon stewart

heja sverige


good news: sweden is through to the next round of the 2006 world cup.

bad news: they have to play host nation, germany, in an elimination game.

porn name

as per a conversation i had recently the best way to formulate your screen name should you decide to star in any adult films is as follows:

childhood pet's name + the street you grew up on

using this formula i come up with blackie tyndall. if that is not the most money porn name i don't know what is.

please share your names and we shall see who has the most junk in their trunk!

happy midsummer!


today is the longest day of the year (aka midsummer) and you should get out and celebrate with big mama nature! take a hike, play in the park, eat dinner al fresco...whatever, just don't sit at a desk and let all this glorious sunshine go to waste.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

germany in springtime!





ahh yes, all the colors and sights of lovely germany! enjoy.

(editor's note: please note that this contains a healthy dose of irony.)

Monday, June 19, 2006

tack freddie!

"it was absolutely the best match I have ever experienced."
-freddie ljungberg


to most, the name freddie ljungberg is an unpronounceable moniker belonging to an anonymous person. to ash and i, this name will be synonymous with our summer holiday in 2006. you see, freddie ljungberg is the man who scored the game winning goal in the 89th (a full football match is 90) minute in berlin's olympic stadium to defeat paraguay and set off one of the most amazing sights i have ever seen in my life. such an outpouring of unbridled joy, celebration, and national pride is something everyone should be fortunate to see once in their lifetime. thanks to freddie, ashley and i got our chance this past thursday.

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

bon voyage


the time has finally come for passion and i to take our three ring circus on the road and reck havoc on the old world. our three year scandanavian tour will continue in finland and then it is off to the land of hasselhoff for some hardcore world cup action. we will be in berlin's olympic stadium on june 15 to lend our support to sweden as they look to win the group against paraguay, so look for us on the telie (ash should be easy to pick out, she'll be top-less with a viking helmet on). access permitting, we will update you on our adventures from the road. enjoy the world cup and heja sverige!

¡yo gabba gabba!

i don't what the hell i watched when i was a wee little toddler, but i am quite sure it was not this. my mind has been permanently warped by this :18 second clip, imagine what a full episode would do to am impressionable child. the results could be fantastic!

check out the mp3s too if you have a minute.

rescued

so with one appointment television show ending (sopranos), i feel very fortunate to have another (rescue me) beginning. if you are not already addicted to this show, 1. what is wrong with you? and 2. start watching it. the show is brilliant, at times funny and heart wrenching in the same scene, and it totally trumps the faux machismo, buddy buddy crap on entourage. last nights episode also featured a great little end scene with "bonnie brae" by the twilight singers (a longtime ashley favorite) providing the score.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

satan said shake your junk

for anyone who might need some cheering up on this most un-holy of days, mfd has loaded up the musical machine with a demonic dance selection (clap your hands say yeah's 'satan said dance').

way to go guys!

houses featured on mtv cribs, nba mvps on the shelf, world series rings, and invites to all the best parties in town...ahh the life of a professional athlete. with that in mind, how is it that this


and these
(click to enlarge)

...keep ending up on the internet? drunkathletes.com of course. if this is not one of the best uses of bandwidth i have ever laid eyes on, i don't know what is.

while we are talking drunk athletes, i figured that i should add rick sutcliffe's eloquent exhortation for your viewing pleasure. please watch this if you have 3 minutes to spare.


"george clooney! you been readin' about all that?"

six six six


just wanted to wish everyone a happy, non-demonic day amid all the "end of days" chatter that is sure to fill your ears today.

Monday, June 05, 2006

one game changes everything?


as the days until germany 2006 wind down, i have found myself paying slightly closer attention to the multiple commercial breaks on espn/abc/the ocho that feature the world cup commercials with bono of u2 supplying the voice-over. for the most part they are your standard, unimaginative crap that emanates from madison avenue, but one particular raises my ire more than the others. 'one game changes everything', which conveys the notion that war will pause, enemies will make friendly, and everything will be roses with the help of the beautiful game. one thing in particular that chaps my ass is the inclusion of an image of several muslim women playing football while bono waxes poetic with the line "...bringing respect where it is in short supply." if i am understanding this correctly we are being lead to believe that women in muslim countries are without respect (small leap of faith, seeing that we have little collective understanding of muslim cultures) and that football is the answer.

i can't help but think that this subtle arrogance is what has put at us at odds with parts of the world and continues to make matters of international understanding worse. who's definition of respect are we applying? the same one that has floozies like paris hilton and brittany spears as our cultural heroes? wouldn't the middle east be a better life is they had 'toxic' and the simple life: paris in the desert?

one tough cookie


i always new my lady passion was one tough cookie, but now i have cold, hard proof. the mountain of machismo that is ben afflek admitted himself to the hospital for a headache and all passion needs is an imitrex, a couple of bush pounders, and few "bare-assed" camel unfiltereds. tough as nails

who dat?


is this the same k-fed that just befriended mfd on myspace? lose the loathsome goatee and he almost seems acceptable enough to introduce to your parents.

Sunday, June 04, 2006

how can you not have world cup fever?



just think, a month full of this (whatever it was that he said).

i know that i am getting old, but...


how did i miss the wave of 'cornholing' fever that overcame america? it has become so prevalent that ashley's favorite football player, carson palmer, is sponsoring a 'cornhole' classic. i assure you that i am not lying, see for yourself (heck, you can even download a cornhole classic brochure!).

a f*#king disgrace to the uniform


however there is one really, really cool thing here. surprise, surprise it is mr. joey porter and his fantastic choice of eyewear. the guy decided to show up at the oval office in wrap-around glasses in an obvious homage to miami vice and all it's carnal pleasures.

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