The Cooper's Hill Cheese-Rolling and Wake is held annually near Gloucester, England. I learned about this through boston punto com's The Big Picture.
Here's some viral marketing for you: I saw this posted on a blog somewhere — where I cannot recall! — and looked at Madsen's site. The Utah-based cargobike builder are running a promotion in which anyone with a blog can win one of their bicycles. Splendid! I want a cargo bicycle: I can haul our groceries, the baby, and a whole lotta everything.
Yes. A whole lotta everything.
What do you call those noisy birds that fly over the ocean? Sea gulls. And the noisy birds that fly over the Rockaways?
Today I rode through Times Square.
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The difference is not palpable, surprisingly: the sight of people lazing in deck chairs, of throngs passing through each intersection, all still blends with the oversized open-top tour buses and the yellow taxicabs. Everything is in its right place.
This GG Allin "throbblehead" action figure is pretty remarkable.

GG Allin's last show was at the Space 2B, which is somewhere under the rubble in this photograph. — which survives in this AOL Cityguide listing.
Aram steered me to Derek Erdman, repository of all the cool. Here's a shot of GG Allin's grave site.
(Audio of The Fall playing the Black Monk Theme)
A few months ago I saw Lucia Palacios's and Dietmar Post's bittersweet movie about the brief rise and fall of The Monks: The Transatlantic Feedback. It spun the tale of how the Monks played together while in Germany, and how their lives ravelled upon return to the States. I had first heard their music as noisily covered by The Fall on Extricate, and then on the revelatory american recordings re-issue in the '90s. Although I had heard that the Monks were GIs on a lark, I did not know the depths to which their image as a nihilist, surreal rock'n'roll combo depended on their Continental impressarios.
One of my fave-rave summer tunes from '08 reappears. Be sure to use the Track and Pan buttons for extra nuttiness.
This corner caught my eye for the faded advertisement on the façade:
The building itself has landmark status, but may be demolished due to its decrepit state.
I discovered the word equivoque through deepleap.org, my favourite online thing-to-do. Meaning a pun or a double entedre, it comes through the French équivoque, from Late Latin aequivocus, ambiguous.