CAIRNS, Australia (AP) -- Steve Irwin, the hugely popular Australian television personality and conservationist known as the ''Crocodile Hunter,'' was killed Monday by a stingray while filming off the Great Barrier Reef. He was 44.

Irwin was at Batt Reef, off the remote coast of northeastern Queensland state, shooting a segment for a series called ( Read more... )

Fall Out Boy at the VMA's swag station:

"The alt-rock band Fall Out Boy, crossed gender lines at Sirius to stock up on women's Salt jeans for themselves - in the alarmingly waiflike sizes of 26 and 27 - while shoveling goodies from Lotus into their mouths. (Lord knows where the food ended up!) Then the band had their eyebrows plucked by folks from ( Read more... )

On second thought, Homeland Security and the State Department were right.  I really DON'T need my footage from Greece from the past month and a half, especially when it poses such a serious risk to national security.  Glad I filmed it all in the first place ( Read more... )

Bomb plots are awesome, especially when they are exposed barely two days before you're supposed to fly back into the most hated country in the world.

See you tommorow, L.I., unless I stop over in Paris for a few weeks.

It's hard to believe that I'm saying this, but the Long Island scene is getting me really excited.

After some heartwrenching breakups (R.I.P. On the Might of Princes) and the fading relevancy of Long Island's pop hey day (your name is becoming real ironical, Brand New) and the loss of the Second Coming (R.I.P. Freespace), the music is coming back.  ( Read more... )

From the NY Times:

Lindsay Lohan says she wants to go to Iraq with Sen. Hillary Rodham Clinton and entertain American troops there.
''I've been trying to go to Iraq with Hillary Clinton for so long. Hillary was trying to work it out, but it seemed too dangerous,'' the 20-year-old actress says in an interview in the September issue of Elle magazine, ( Read more... )

Kindergarten Sonics

1.

Blowing in my ears,

Whistling like a mosquito,

The diaphragm keeps beating,

Pulsing,

And I can feel the roots snarled in my sea shell.

I cast the conch as far as possible,

And when I pull it back in,

I snag my ear drum,

Pulsing,

Like a heart ripped from a cracked stoop.

2.

Rockers on porches whistle back,

And soon I’m ( Read more... )

I leave Syros tomorrow, and then Athens on Saturday.  Weird.

But I'm pretty excited to be coming back home.

You know names.  It's a vague knowing, but a knowing nonetheless.  Of places, of generals, of the enemy, of the dead who stream in, of the miracles and the horrors that seem like they belong in the Vietnam media spectacle and not the 21st century ( Read more... )

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