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Sure coordinating a synchronized dance in a large public setting sounds fun but seriously are you really helping anyone? Why not a twist on the old flash mob?
Sure coordinating a synchronized dance in a large public setting sounds fun but seriously are you really helping anyone? Why not a twist on the old flash mob?
Tracing Your Roots - Q-Tip of A Tribe Called Quest takes a DNA test to discovery his African ancestry.

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On my way to meet friends downtown for drinks tonight I got off onto Martin Luther King Boulevard and turned right on 14th street. It was pitch black in Detroit, not a single light to shine itself onto the desolate, vacant streets and guide me to my destination.
The prickly sensation of neck hairs stood up at full attention as I flipped on my high beams passing empty property after empty property. The darkness in the city casts numerous illusions on your psyche and tonight was no exception. Shadows of men aimlessly walking past my steel grey compact, ignorant of the danger that presented itself in the form of my four wheeled weapon. I was not stopping for anybody or anything.
Suddenly a building, a duplex with a square roof parallel to the flattened earth that surrounded it, burst into brightness just as I downshifted from 5th to 3rd. Cranking my neck to assure myself I didn’t witness a post Devil’s Night arson, I watched from my rear view mirror as a family of five poured out of the home to walk towards the lights of the Ambassador Bridge.
I quickly found myself back on the outposts of Detroit civilization, facing the now defunct but soon to be revived Mercury Bar. In the background stood Detroit’s version of Roman relics, Michigan Grand Central.
Parking in an empty lot, surrounded by the crumbling architecture that many including myself find so endearing - a symbol of a city that saw its greatest days pass stands wounded but proud, I notice friends catching my attention, beckoning me to join them for an artisan cocktail, a Penicillin from the Sugar House. The swirling of ginger and scotch reach the back of my throat as I hoisted my glass in the air, a fine tribute to Detroit: May you stand alone, surrounded by those who love you.
This is actually the craziest chart about Apple following their insane earnings today.
There is exactly one company on that entire list that is not an oil and gas company. And they’re not that far from the top.