10tonfunk

I know MMA fighters don’t make much when compared to boxers, but that’s no excuse for getting the cheapest haircut Supercuts offers. I used to get the $9.99 student special at Cloud 9, and even though the woman had a lazy eye and the cuts would usually be a bit lopsided, it still looked a damn sight better than these dos. Plus, she had really good advice about getting into art fairs. People might fear you, but no one’s gonna respect you when you’ve got this kind of thing atop your dome piece. And do you want people fearing your fighting ability, or that they might not be able to contain their giggles in front of you?

I’m limiting this to fighters competing at a high level right now, so guys like Herring are out. I’m also not including dudes whose hair, while questionable at best, fits their “look.” So Hardy, Liddell and Sylvia’s mohawks, and even Roy “Big Country” Nelson’s glorious mullet, are excluded.

“Who cuts my hair? I do!”

Though he’s no longer “the baddest man on the planet,” ...read more

Badass photo from My Year in Seoul

It’s tiring being a celebrity blogger. I write a new post every 2-3 months and yet this still isn’t often enough for my reader. I’m on the internet all the freaking time and it’s not for me, it’s for you, dear reader. Proof of this can now be found at my newest project — the Tumblr tlog 10tonfunk Lite.

It’s been described (by me) thusly: “less filling, more flava. 10tons of readings, google image search successes, and bad puns. curated, in the shaq sense of the word, by fred dintenfass.” ...read more

Fo Black lived on Canal Street, which used to be a real canal. he didn’t speak very good English, because he hadn’t left Chinatown since he came from Taiwan, because there was no reason for him to. The whole time I talked to him I imagined water on the other side of the window, like we were in an aquarium. He offered me a cup of tea, but I didn’t feel like it, but I drank it anway, to be polite. I asked him did he really love New York or was he just wearing the shirt. “Do? You? Really? Love? New York?” He said, “New York?” I said, “Your. Shirt.”

He looked at his shirt. I pointed at the N and said “New,” and the Y and said “York.” He looked confused, or embarassed, or surprised, or maybe even mad. I couldn’t tell what he was feeling, because I didn’t speak the language of his feelings. “I not know was New York. In Chinese ny means ‘you.’ Thought was ‘I love you.’” It was then I noticed the “I♥NY” poster on the wall, and the “I♥NY” flag over the door, and the “I♥NY” dishtowels, and the “I♥NY” lunchbox on the kitchen table. I asked him, “Well, then why do you love everybody so much?”

– Jonathan Safran Foer “Extreme Loud & ...read more