I can't stop listening to...K'naan

I'm not going to write something long here - this music is just amazing. Seriously. Listen to these songs. Then thank me in the comments.

K'Naan - Take A Minute

K'Naan - Waivin' Flag

K'Naan - Dreamer

K'Naan - I Come Prepared

I can't stop thinking that..... we should've seen this coming.

If only we took more of our cues from Star Wars, we'd have less racism, more respect for the environment, appreciation for bounty hunters  and less Joe Lieberman.  He's been on notice for a while, but with his recent questionable opposition and flip flopping on health-care, he is now dead to me.  It's not the fact that he opposes it, it's that he's seemingly doing so just to screw over Democrats who turned their back on him in '06. Obama extended an olive branch to him by suggesting he keep his chairmanships when he should've been put out to the pasture for his past indiscretions.  Now, I'm just waiting for him to pull a Hulk Hogan and reveal the NWO shirt during the floor debates, because I'm pretty sure he's not smart enough to pull a full Senator Palpatine.

I can't stop...asking an expert, part 2

Dear reader(s) of this blog - my last post featured Beth answering some hard hitting questions about the likelihood of STD transmission via masturbation. Beth answered it was possible to spread STDs in this way, but the critics are coming out of the woodwork. Exhibit A - One Mr. Dave Chappelle. Known as a comedian, Mr. Chappelle offers some of the most astute social observations of our time. In this clip, he offers his take on the likelihood of AIDS transmission via masturbation. Basically he says Beth is full of shit*. Any response Ms. Linas?



*Here, the phrase full of shit is actually a euphemism for really has no impact on anything she said.

I can't stop worrying that .... law school humor will never be purged from my soul.

This on the other hand, is just plain funny.

I can't stop listening to ... Alicia Keys feat. Drake

If you hadn't noticed, with posts about pop culture and sex, shower masturbation, and climate change proposals, Can't Stop Won't Stop has taken up a racier approach. In that vein, it would be irresponsible of us to not post some sort of soundtrack for inspiration to engage in whichever of the activities discussed in such posts you see fit. It's no Keith Sweat, but then what is these days. This is a new track written by Drake for Alicia Keys. I'm usually not a fan of R&B tracks, but the production and vocals on this are nice. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go talk about the unthinkable, America being ready for climate change reform.

Alicia Keys - Unthinkable

I can't stop wondering .... about the best way to control carbon emissions

From the gutter yesterday to the atmosphere today, since we do more than dick and fart jokes here (note: if you're only here for dick and fart jokes, 1) I don't begrudge you for it and 2) I promise a Ruins/Jersey Shore post will be forthcoming soon in addition to Mike having a post in the making about catching beats in the shower or by the time I finish this, having already posted it). Since studying for the bar this summer, I feel way less informed than I should, particularly with regard to health care and climate change proposals. Yesterday however, I came across this op-ed in the Times and was intrigued by the idea. For those too lazy to read it, the piece essentially bashes cap and trade and advocates for something he calls fee and dividend. Fee and dividend would impose a tax on all carbon emitting materials that are produced. The proceeds from that fee would then be given back to the consumer in the form of a rebate. Innovation would be spurred in the same manner as cap and trade (increased fossil fuel cost). I don't think the op-ed was particularly well written or argued, but the idea made inherent sense to me. In looking up more about the idea, I came across Paul Krugman's take on it, who it should be noted has been advocating for cap and trade since day one. Being a nobel prize winner and all, Krugman makes some decent points and I found myself being swayed by parts of his argument.

I cant stop....gathering expert opinions

So I just realized my post may not be safe for work, so I have moved it all to after the jump in the hopes of not alienating our friends who works...basically I dont want to get Chris in trouble since he is probably our only friend who reads this and has a job. (Katie, you are excluded because you sent me the link that is the subject of this post and therefore cannot be mad if shows up at work).

We can't stop fighting like schoolgirls....

FNL and sex have something else in common, I currently

don't get to enjoy either.

Another reason this list sucks is due to the lack of dap given to Friday Night Lights. It should be a top 15 show, easily. For me, Friday Night Lights and the OC will forever be intertwined because, they're both a lot like sex at different points in a relationship with someone. The OC is like the night you lost your virginity. The absolute start to it is sublime (at least for the guy). You think to yourself, wow this is going to be amazing. That initial pleasure lasts for a while, but then things start to devolve. It's arrhythmic, there's no chemistry, there might be some awkward thrashing, and you generally just don't know what you're doing. But you have to finish, so you do your best and stumble towards the climax. Afterward, when you actually sit down and think back on it, it really wasn't all that good. But in spite of that, you're always going to remember it fondly. That's the OC - an unbelievable start, gong show in the middle that was painful at times, wild thrashing in fight scenes, and a stumble to the finish that was a result of bad chemistry, a lack of rhythm to the plot and a cast that just wasn't that good and didn't know what they were doing. Despite all of that, I will always think of it fondly.

I can't stop watching...Sons of Anarchy

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So, imagine you have this friend named I don’t know…Phillip Stoup (for those of you who didn’t go to Law School with us, just bear with me – his name isn’t that important because we all know someone like him - the sweet dude in the pink shirt above). On the outside he is sort a tool – he takes his polos to the dry cleaner so the collars pop in just the right way, he kind of sort talks down to you, he talks about his house in Telluride a lot, and he sort of has an air about him that is really off-putting the first time you meet him. Yet those who know him really swear by him – they claim he is a good guy and they are really good friends with them. You trust their judgment, but you just never became great friends with Phil because you cant get over the initial impression. But then you are forced to hang out with Phil because you are working in the same clinic and you are paired with him on a project. Through this project you spend a lot of time with him and you realize what others said about Phil was right – he really is a good guy. He is actually nice and funny and down for a good time – its just that when you first meet him its hard to get past that external appearance and general douchebaggery. But if you invest the time to get to know him you realize he is great and all of those things that once potentially turned you away from being his friend become part of the equation.

We can't stop wondering ....

if it happened to Tiger, do any of us stand a chance? I mean seriously, if a man, that disciplined, with a wife that hot, with that kind of family in place and two children, can't keep his hands off of some nice nice, than what chance do a couple of schmohawks like Mike and I have? Granted, I probably haven't even dreamt about the random ass that gets thrown upon him everywhere he goes, but still, it shakes me a bit to think that despite everything he had, he couldn't control the urge to go on the prowl for strange.

Another thing that shakes me is how stupid he was in going about it. Despite celebrity infidelity becoming more and more common, they seem to get dumber and dumber in how they go about it. Text messages and voicemails? Really? Next thing we're going to learn is that she has a sex tape of him where he's screaming "Call me the Cheetah, bitch." Once again, the world would be better off it had one more Wire fanatic. It's been well documented that women are insane - of course she was going to keep every record of any interaction she had with him. Apparently, he didn't take this into account, and because of it, had to live through this.

I'd also like to extend a little Can't Stop, Won't stop hatred in his direction. Thanks to Tiger, every woman on the planet is going to be crowing about how awful men are and how none of them can be trusted once again. While men may have a monopoly on public infidelity, in the lives of me and my friends (and my boy Rhymefest), women seem to have that title. Because the only people in the public spotlight who seem to get caught are men, the larger point is obscured: the X-Files had it right, Trust No One. So Tiger, for once again giving women the moral high ground when it's clear we both are below sea level, and for making Phil Mickelson look like a decent guy, you're now dead to us.
Rhymefest - All Girls Cheat

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