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Win 3 Bouquets From Teleflora Just In Time For Mother's Day!

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You never call. You never write. But with Teleflora's help, this year on May 12th you'll look like the child your mother always knew was there...somewhere...deep, deep, deep down.

Win three bouquets of your choice ($100.00 per bouquet includes shipping and handling) from Teleflora that can be used for any occasion.

You have through today until May 3, 2013 to enter on our Facebook page. Do it now so your mom won't be lying through her teeth whenever she tells people she has the greatest child on the planet.

 

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Classic Movie Posters With Their Book Titles

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Hippies vs. Hipsters: A Venn Diagram

Wrestlers of the '80s and '90s: Where Are They Now?

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The More You Know...Internet Edition

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The 10 Best Things About May

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Today's Funniest Photos 5-1-13

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Cocktail Recipes: Cinco de Mayo Edition Feat. Don Julio

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With St. Patrick's Day far enough behind us now, it is time for our country to once again celebrate a holiday that originated in another country. Cinco de Mayo is upon us, a great time to try out some new cocktails, and our friends at Don Julio have a few recipes that can't miss. Although we all love a good margarita, we focused on other traditional and authentically Mexican drinks for May 5th such as the El Diablo, Paloma and Sangrita. Enjoy, and follow Don Julio on Twitter for more tequila goodness.

EL DIABLO
don julio el daiblo recipe
Created By New York City mixologist Toby Maloney

Ingredients:
1 1/2 ounces Tequila Don Julio Blanco
3/4 ounce Fresh Lime Juice
1/2 ounce Ginger Syrup*
Ginger Ale for Top
Red Blackcurrant Liqueur for Float
Ice cubes
Lemon Peel for Garnish

*To Create Ginger Syrup

Ingredients:
2 parts White Sugar
Ginger Root

Preparation:
1. Strip off the skin of one ginger root. Place in vegetable juicer.
2. Add 2 parts white sugar to 1 part ginger juice by volume.

Preparation:

1. Combine Tequila Don Julio Blanco, fresh lime juice, ginger syrup into a cocktail shaker with ice. Shake well.
2. Strain contents into a Collins glass over ice.
3. Top with ginger ale.
4. Float red black currant liqueur.
5. Garnish with a lemon peel.

Ideal Serving Glass: Collins glass

Yield: 1 drink, no drink contains more than 0.6 fluid ounces of alcohol

PREMIER PALOMA
don julio premeir paloma recipe
Ingredients:
1 1/4 ounces Tequila Don Julio Reposado
2/3 ounce Italian Aperitif
2/3 ounce Fresh Grapefruit Juice
2/3 ounce Fresh Lime Juice
1/3 ounce Agave Nectar
Grapefruit Wheel for Garnish
Lemon Wedge for Garnish

Preparation:

1. Combine Tequila Don Julio Reposado, Italian aperitif, fresh grapefruit juice, fresh lime juice and agave nectar into a cocktail shaker. Shake well.
2. Strain contents into a highball glass over ice.
3. Garnish with grapefruit wheel and lemon wedge.

Ideal Serving Glass: Highball glass

Yield: 1 drink, no drink contains more than 0.6 fluid ounces of alcohol

REPOSADO & SANGRITA
don julio reposado and sangrita
Ingredients:
1 1/2 ounces Tequila Don Julio Reposado
2 cups Fresh Orange Juice
1/2 cup Fresh Grapefruit Juice
1/2 cup Fresh Lime Juice
1/4 teaspoon Garlic Powder
1 pinch Dried Ancho Chile Spice
1 pinch Dried Chile de Arbol Spice
1 Lime Wedge for Garnish

Preparation:
1. Combine fresh orange juice, fresh grapefruit juice, fresh lime juice, garlic powder, ancho chile spice and chile de arbole spice into a cocktail shaker with ice. Shake well.
2. Strain contents into a tequila shot glass, or "cabillito" glass.
3. Pour Tequila Don Julio Reposado into another tequila cabillito glass.
4. Garnish with lime wedge.

Ideal Serving Glass: Caballito glass (shot glass)

Yield: 1 drink, no drink contains more than 0.6 fluid ounces of alcohol

 

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Leticia Cline is Totally Fine

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Guy Dresses As Soccer Star Lionel Messi And Attempts To Hit On Women

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Chicks dig accents, right? Well, apparently only if they're real accents. A fake accent has the complete opposite effect. Take this guy, for instance, who dressed as Argentinian soccer star Lionel Messi and used a poor excuse for an accent to try to pick up women. He would've had better luck if he'd gone with Borat.

 

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If Pool Rules Signs Were Honest

10 of History's Least Competent Rulers

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The Funniest GIFs of the Week - May 2, 2013

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Hilariously Horrible Pick Up Lines: A Twitter Collection

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If you're going out tonight with your friends and you're thinking, "I could really use some new pickup lines to try on the ladies" let me warn you...you've come to the wrong place. These are the funniest pickup lines we could find, but don't blame us when you get a drink thrown in your face when you actually use them.

 

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Cinco de Mayo Primer: Dobel and Leaving Tijuana

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dobel tequila, dobel bottle, dobel, cinco de mayoIf you were on Mandatory a few weeks ago, you may have noticed our guide to the 10 Must-Haves for Every Bar. I got this idea after having one of the greatest cocktails I've ever had at a secret, hideaway bar in San Diego called "Noble Experiment." If you're ever in SD, you'll regret not having a nightcap (or three) at this speakeasy. Do a little research before you get there. They only take reservations via text and email.

So what was that cocktail I was raving about? It was called "Leaving Tijuana" and it was the perfect blend of spicy and citrusy. (Full disclosure: You have to like spicy cocktails if you're going to like the Leaving Tijuana.)

And even better, it's simple to make.


Leaving Tijuana
1 oz. Dobel tequila
1 oz. pepper-infused tequila (you can either make your own at home--it's not as hard as you think--or pick up one that's already infused with a spice)
.75 oz of fresh lime juice
.75 oz honey syrup
A pinch of smoked salt (you can get smoked salt online, at any specialty food store or even at some farmer's markets)

Combine ingredients in a shaker tin, fill with ice and shake vigorously. Strain slowly into a chilled cocktail glass and garnish with a pinch of smoked salt.

 

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Today's Funniest Photos 5-2-13

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The Internet In the 1800s

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The Internet was a much different place back when wagons ruled the roads and the only cure for dysentery was more dysentery. For anyone who's interested, we bring you what the Internet looked like in the 1800s.

Google in the 1800s:
Internet in the 1800s, Google in the 1800s

iTunes in the 1800s:


Twitter in the 1800s:


Youtube in the 1800s:


Pinterest in the 1800s:

 

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How A Jewish Inmate Survived In A Prison Filled With Neo-Nazis

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Southern Poverty Law Center Intelligence Report via Business Insider

David Arenberg had everything going for him. He was smart, the son of a research scientist and a teacher. He graduated in 1980 from the elite University of Chicago with a degree in psychology, and went on to become a left-wing tenants' rights organizer in New York City for seven years. But in 1987, he suffered a "personal tragedy" and a "political defeat" that he doesn't want to discuss but that prompted him to leave his organizing work. Always a moderate drug user, he says, he began abusing cocaine and "generally living a seedy life."
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His brother tried to rescue him by recruiting him to run a small trucking company in a western state, and for a time Arenberg did all right. But despite that work, and later taking up tenants' rights once more, he continued his drug use and also adopted a new line of work - using computers to engage in sophisticated financial ripoffs. Arenberg was arrested and jailed briefly for forgery in 1996, but only became an even more active con man when he was released.

Finally, in 2001, he was arrested for driving under the influence. The arrest led to more serious charges of fraud, forgery, identity theft and vehicle theft, culminating in consecutive sentences totaling more than 13 years. In 2009, with about four years left to serve, Arenberg, 53, was trying to sort his life out. That year, he sent the Intelligence Report the following account of his experiences as a Jew in a state prison - a harrowing tale of surviving severe prejudice in an unforgiving environment, but also the story of a remarkable journey of self-discovery.

Here is that account:

I am always the last person to eat. It's part of a compromise I worked out with the skinheads who run the western state prison complex where I am incarcerated. Under this compromise, I'm allowed to sit at the whites' tables, but only after the "heads," and then the "woods," and then the "lames" have eaten. I am lower on the totem pole than all of them, the untouchable. I should feel lucky I'm allowed to eat at the whites' tables at all.

Not that there's anywhere else I could eat. The prison yard is broken down into five distinct racial categories and segregation is strictly enforced. There are the "woods" (short for peckerwoods) that encompass the whites, the "kinfolk" (blacks), the "Raza" (American-born people of Mexican descent), the "paisas" (Mexico-born Mexicans), and the "chiefs" (American Indians).

Under the strict rules that govern interracial relations, different races are allowed to play on the same sports teams but not play individual games (e.g., chess) together; they may be in each others' cubicles together if the situation warrants but not sit on each others' beds or watch each others' televisions. They may go to the same church services but not pray together. But if you accidentally break one of these rules, the consequences are usually pretty mild: you might get a talking to by one of the heads (who, of course, claims exemption from this rule himself), or at worst, a "chin check."

Eating with another race, however, is a different story. It is an inviolate rule that different races may not break bread together under any circumstances. Violating this rule leads to harsh consequences. If you eat at the same table as another race, you'll get beaten down. If you eat from the same tray as another race, you'll be put in the hospital. And if you eat from the same food item as another race, that is, after another race has already taken a bite of it, you can get killed. This is one area where even the heads don't have any play.

This makes it difficult for me, of course, to fit into the chow hall. Jews, as we all know, are not white but imposters who don white skin and hide inside it for the purpose of polluting and taking over the white race. The skinheads simply can't allow me to eat with them: that would make them traitors of the worst kind - race traitors!

But my milky skin and pasty complexion, characteristic of the Eastern European Ashkenazi, make it impossible for me to eat with other races who don't understand the subtleties of my treachery and take me for just another wood. So the compromise is that I may sit at certain white tables after all the whites have finished eating. In exchange, I must do free legal work as directed by the heads (Jewish lawyers, even jailhouse lawyers, are hard to come by in prison) and remit to them a portion of the legal fees I collect from everyone else I do legal work for on the yard.

This compromise was brokered by the more "mainstream" Nazis on the yard, the Aryan Brotherhood. They became involved because when I first got here, one of the first cases I handled resulted in my getting a 21-year sentence for one of their members vacated. This gave me instant credibility: even if a "hands-off-the-Jew" policy could not be established, a "hands-off-the-Jewish-lawyer" policy could be and was. It was this factor, I think, more than any other, that has kept me safe here.

The Aryan Brotherhood (AB) is the political rival of the skinheads. They are the old guard, the white leadership that has run the yards for years. They control the drug markets, the poker tables, the tattoo shops. Their membership consists mostly of long-term inmates who have been on the yards for 15, 20, 25 years. Their average age is probably well over 40.

By contrast, the skinheads have a much younger membership (albeit also with long-term sentences) that is rapidly advancing upon AB turf. So the AB's "defense" of me has a political component as well: I am the enemy of their enemy and therefore their friend. The AB understands that I provide a service they can exploit. But they also perceive the skinheads' hatred of me and realize they can use championing my cause to their advantage. So they allow me to stay on the yard, taking credit for my providing legal work and inadvertently discrediting the anti-Semitism of the skinheads in the process.

This was all allowed to happen because the AB, notwithstanding the swastikas, lightning bolts and KKK hoods tattooed on their arms and their vile racist rhetoric, are not fundamentally ideological. Their racism derives primarily from economic considerations: by enjoining the different races from trading with each other, they enforce their share of the highly lucrative drug market.

The price of drugs on the yards is 10 times higher than it is on the street, and the AB is the largest single supplier, with drugs smuggled in not only by would-be recruits trying to "earn their ink" by getting their girlfriends to hide them in their body cavities when they come to visit, but by guards who are in their employ (and sometimes in their membership) as well. The Raza's drugs may be cheaper and better, but because of the segregation, they are not available to the woods.

The skinheads, by contrast, claim to be fundamentally ideological. They exist as a political entity dedicated, they say, to organizing to fight the big war, the race war, which will reassert white political dominance in the world. They therefore take the public position that they do not approve of drugs, and they try to foster the image that they are serious warriors, that they keep their minds clean and spirits pure by reading Nietzsche and Sun Tzu and Machiavelli, and that their bodies are highly trained fighting machines that will kill the enemy without a second thought.

Every afternoon you can see them marching around the yard in locked step, their polished boots gleaming in the baking sun, with "SKINHEAD" tattooed on their foreheads and "SHAVED FOR WAR" carved on the backs of their skulls and encircling swastikas made up of interlocking axe handles.

I used to wonder why skinheads made such a fuss over insisting that whites fold their clothes in a specific way and display them on their shelves. The party line is that we do this because other races look to us as setting the standard, and it is therefore our burden to do so. But I finally figured out the real reason: the skinheads want the whites to appear totally disciplined, a tight fighting unit ready to spring into war at the drop of a hat. Uniforms that are folded and pressed maintain this posture.

The skinheads are so ridiculous, both in the way they present themselves and in their social views, that it is easy to caricature and dismiss them. But that would be a mistake. The skinheads are the fastest growing segment of the prison population. If at one time they were a fringe group within prison, that is no longer the case.

I grew up in a Chicago suburb, Evanston, Ill., next door to Skokie, the infamous site of an attempted march by Nazis in the late 1970s through a city with a large Jewish population, including a high number of concentration camp survivors. Because Evanston and Skokie shared a high school, I knew many of these survivors, whose children were friends of mine. When the Nazis threatened to march, these were the people who were prepared to take their places on the front lines, baseball bats in hand, ready to meet the fascists.

There is no question in my mind that the Nazis ultimately backed down at the last minute not because they were put off by the Skokie City Council when it hastily enacted an ordinance preventing the march, nor because the Anti-Defamation League made the Nazis "irrelevant" by advising people to ignore them, nor because the ACLU helped the Nazis "make their point" that free speech is allowed and this made the march moot. Rather, it was because they were afraid of the Jewish and other anti-fascist demonstrators who organized against them and made it clear that they were going to offer armed resistance. The Nazis knew that if they came to Skokie, no amount of police protection could keep them safe.

This was the climate I grew up in. My parents were left-liberals, one-time fellow travelers of the Communist Party who had become more conservative over the years but in whom political activism, especially against fascism, was instinctual. And it was one of their guiding principles that there is no debating with fascists. Fascists are not interested in ideas but in political power. So every time the Nazis did publicly organize since then, I was there to oppose them, not with the force of my intellect but with the strength of my fists.

But despite my lifelong opposition to Nazis, this opposition stemmed from political, not religious, considerations. I grew up with essentially no identity as a Jew. My father, while of German-Jewish origins (and a World War II vet), was a stone atheist and a scientist, and my mother, while being a little fuzzy on the God question, sided with my father in not providing my brother and me with any religious training. I did not attend shul on the high holidays or go to Hebrew school. Instead, I went to socialist summer camp where I was taught that the most important spiritual value is "thou shalt never cross a picket line."

Nor did the neighborhood I grew up in or the schools I went to do anything to confer a sense of Jewish identity on me. Although Evanston was not as heavily Jewish as Skokie, my neighborhood was at least a third Jewish and the high school even more so. But being immersed in a heavily Jewish environment did not have the effect of enhancing my identity as a Jew; if anything, it made being Jewish taken for granted and therefore largely irrelevant. Jews were everywhere and represented all perspectives. We were jocks and nerds, boozers and freaks, businessmen and scientists, Republicans and radicals. Our Jewishness was not a common denominator to us (because it was too common a denominator) and therefore being Jewish was no big deal.

Similarly, when I moved to New York City after college, I lived in a heavily Jewish city in which I was part of the majority. If it was something of a thrill to be living in a city where everything shut down on Yom Kippur, the main identity I felt as a Jew was no identity: being Jewish was as common and therefore as taken for granted as finding a taxicab on Fifth Avenue.

I suppose this paradoxical lack of a Jewish identity in people who live in an overwhelmingly Jewish environment is characteristic only of those for whom the environment is a privileged one. When Jews living together is a feature of their oppression rather than privilege, such as in the case of those who were forced to live in the shtetls of Russia or in the concentration camps of Nazi Germany, Jewish identity becomes something that is not shunned but clung to. The practice of Judaism now becomes a raison d'etre, a thing which gives life meaning. If you are oppressed because of your race, religion or national origin, you seize that heritage as something bigger than yourself to give you the will to go on.

When I went to prison, it was the first time in my life that I really stood out as a Jew. Jews are virtually unheard of in the state prison system, and if going to prison was a cultural shock and eye-opening experience for me, meeting a Jew was a cultural shock and eye-opening experience for a good number of young men on the yard, some of whom had never traveled more than 50 miles from their backwoods homes.

I suppose it should not have come as a surprise to me, then, that anti-Semitism would be so rampant. Nevertheless, I was shocked by the blatant hatred (and misperceptions) of Jews. All the old stereotypes - of Jews being stingy, greedy and dishonest, of Jews controlling the world's money supply, of Jews running the entertainment industry and establishing the cultural standards of the world (thus allowing the proliferation of homosexuality and interracial relationships); in short, all the old stereotypes about Jews which I never really believed existed - were in full force and effect on the yard. I have been able to remain safe, but only because I reached an accommodation with my Nazi tormentors limiting my presence and activities on the yard. But the bottom line is, I am, and will remain, a pariah.

Thus, it was precisely my own oppression by skinheads and others when I went to prison that has caused me to discover a Jewish identity and has allowed me to come into my own as a Jew. I had dealt with Nazis before, as I mentioned above, but only in the aggregate, when I was part of a large force opposing a clearly unwelcome and alien presence. But on the prison yards, if Nazis are not in the mainstream, certainly hatred of Jews is taken for granted. And for most of the time I have been in prison I have been the only Jew here. As a result, the isolation and extreme prejudice against Jews here has finally forced me to consider myself to be, for the first time in my life, fundamentally a Jew; that is, I am a Jew before I am a socialist, an activist, a lawyer, a convict or a musician.

When I first came to jail, I tried to hide my Judaism. I even thought about changing my name so it would sound less Jewish. Not any more! The oppression I suffered, the alienation and loneliness I felt, and the spiritual thirst that is starting to be quenched, have caused me to finally come into my own. I am a Jew! And this has become my fundamental defeat of the Nazis.

Because I have finally come to this bone-deep understanding, I will walk out of the prison gates as a changed man, a man who has returned to the mark after having strayed for so many years. I will have finally come home.

Reprinted with permission from the Southern Poverty Law Center.

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Animated Conversation With The Beastie Boys from 1985

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If you are a Beastie Boys fan you will definitely want to sit through this very enjoyable conversation with Ad Rock, MCA and Mike D from 1985. The guys talk about how they are pure hip-hop, what it's like performing in front of Madonna's fans and how stupid their name is. It's definitely worth taking five minutes out of your day to watch.

 

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