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I saw JB in concert about this time and it was a life altering experience. I probably wasn't the only white boy-child in the audience, but it sure felt like it. I wasn't unwelcome—I was simply out of place. Once the Flames started playing, and we music geeks were pulled towards the stage, I felt right at home. JB was mesmerizing.
Phil Ford deserves a Physics prize for his explanation of time as it relates to the beat in the work of James Brown. It's a delightful read.
Jason Victor Serinus, who sent it our way, suggests it might. It will certainly make your morning coffee spurt out your nose.
Jason 'splains how to get there: "Click the link [below].
Scroll down to Soprano Meltdown
Read the short paragraph
Turn up your computer speakers
Click on the link
Be prepared."
Princeton has published its 2006 60 images that best represent accomplishments and concepts of science.
Except for Al Sharpton's shameless hogging of the spotlight, James Brown's funeral was quite a production. Televised live on NY1 (New York One), the local cable news channel, this extravaganza was held in the James Brown Arena in Augusta, Georgia.
It's very safe to say that there's never been a funeral quite like this one. With Bootsy Collins decked out in a gold hat—which for Bootsy probably qualifies as mourning clothes—and JB all–stars like Fred Wesley on stage, this was a show in the largest sense of the word. It funked so hard Brown would undoubtedly have been pleased! And it all…
Because the difference between a stupid joke and a really stupid joke is that really stupid jokes are pretty funny.
"One does not inhale vodka's bouquet, but one may use vodka to sterilize a wound on the knee, as familiar a sight to the serious vodka drinker as the shot glass and the handful of ibuprofen."
Brett Forrest samples 12 Russian premium vodkas for Vanity Fair.