This post has unusually somber tone for my blog. Depending on your reaction, I apologize, or fuck you, it’s my blog.
You can sort out who’s who.
Some, but not all of you know that I’ve been wrestling with bout of severe depression for the past several years. While I’ve received support from the most unlikely of places, I have also received counter-support from even unlikelier sources. I didn’t write this post as a means of whingeing about my state, but as a means for people to understand exactly what all sufferers of depression experience, and how we go through our daily lives.
I know a lot of people won’t get it. I know a lot of people will say, “Come on, stop being such a pussy and snap out of it.” or “Well, that’s life. Get over it.” or “Stop complaining! There are so many people who have it worse than you do.” or “Oh, come on, everyone gets depressed. You just need to put things in perspective.”
I envy those people. I envy them because they don’t understand. I envy them because they’ve never experienced true depression.
Chances are, you think that when I say “Yellow Bird” I mean an actual bird, a canary perhaps.
You’d be wrong.
What I do mean is the 1987 RUF CTR “Yellowbird”. But first things first.
“For a quick lap at the Nürburgring, you’ve probably experienced more in seven minutes…than most people have experienced in all their life in the way of fear, in the way of tension, in the way of animosity towards machinery and to a racetrack.” —Sir Jackie Stewart
Welcome to Hell.
The Nürburgring-Nordschleife (as it’s properly known) is the toughest, scariest, longest, most challenging, most dangerous, most intense and most insane race track in the world. It’s 23km long (14 mi). It has more than 100 corners (numbers vary from 98 up to 147, depending on who you ask). It’s so large, entire towns are contained within it. Since opening in 1927, Nordschleife has claimed more than 200 lives and collects between 3 and 12 more every year. Famed race driver Niki Lauda was badly burned after crashing his Ferrari at the left-hand kink just before the Bergwerk carousel. It’s so infamous that Sir Jackie Stewart dubbed it “The Green Hell”, partly for its level of danger, partly for its verdant scenery. It is so iconic that it has been featured in almost every console car-racing game since 1998.
So it would seem virtual suicide to take one of the fastest, most powerful, most wrongly-designed cars ever and put it on the Nürburgring.
I know what you’re going to say, even before you say it.
Black Friday is not about black culture in North America. It is an annual orgiastic greed ritual which is the symbolic firing the starting pistol for the Great American Christmas Shopping Season Race, or as I like to call it, “How Will Your Loved Ones Know You Love Them If You’re Not Bankrupt?” Day. It’s so named because it is a day that retailers are “in the black”, or making a profit.
I won’t go into the gritty details of fights, injuries, fatalities and other tales of human ridiculousness regarding this event, which is revered nearly to the point of religiousness. Have some black culture instead.
Martin Luther King Jr. – ‘I’ve Been To The Mountaintop’
Eddie Murphy – Delirious
Nina Simone – Ain’t Got No… Ain’t Got No Life
What do you get when you take the British love of pomp and pageantry, Imperialism, and silliness and combine it with tense Indo-Paki relations, alpha-male competitiveness and the culture that gave us Indian Thriller?
Well, this, of course.
Props to my mom for sending me this vid.
You and your boy are out, just cruising around, rockbopping to Scandal, looking for someplace to happen, when, ‘Yo, check that out! That dude’s gettin’ MUGGED!….damn he’s runnin!’
‘Oh, no he’s not! Watch this.’
Remember when you switched from Internet Explorer to Firefox for the first time? Remember that sense of, “Jeez, this thing is waaaay better that that piece, Internet Explorer!”
It ran faster, cleaner, had better options and stability and you could add functionality by adding on minor applets (ingeniously named addons) and could open multiple tabs within one browser window to reduce clutter on your taskbar. You could control popups, use mouse gestures and it even offered better security because it wasn’t directly tied to Windows. In general, switching to Firefox was probably the best move most users could make and I will wager that most people who have migrated to it have done so with nary a backwards glance.