Madonna rocks forearm balances

While browsing ashtanga images seeking inspiration for our website redesign, I came across this picture of Madonna, heels, fishnets and all, rocking her second series forearm balances. Too funny....

A totally biased commentary on small businesses

Times are tough. Big corporations are flailing and valuable stocks have become almost worthless. Folks have seen their nesteggs evaporate before their eyes. Americans are scared. So we've tightened our belts. We've cut back on gas, on groceries, on anything that we can live without. But before you put away that Gold card, think for a minute about your favorite local shops -- those small businesses that you love, that enrich your life. Yeah, you can put off buying a new car until money starts to flow a little more freely. You can put off a new house until the mortgage companies get back on their feet. Don't worry, the government will save Ford and AIG. They'll save Fannie and Freddie. But they won't save the coffee shack down on the corner. The government won't step in and save that little salon where you've had your hair cut for the last decade. They won't save the corner bar. And they won't save your favorite little yoga studio.

No one knows how long this recession will last, but we've yet to see a light at the end of the tunnel. Everytime you drive by the coffee shack without opening your wallet, the owner goes a little deeper into debt. Soon there will be no money left for rent and the doors will be shut on him. In a year or so, your stocks will be back up. Your future will feel safe again, but your favorite shops will be gone. Only the big guys -- the Walmarts, the Starbucks, the Exxons will remain. Is that the future you want?

So the next time you drive by your favorite coffee shop, corner bar, or yoga studio, stop. Drop a couple of bucks. You can live without it, but the small businesses can't. Thank you.

Fenway Flashback: If the Orioles and Red Sox brawl, what side does Kevin Millar pick?

September 7, 2007
Camden Yards
Daniel Cabrera loses his shit and Julian Tavarez talks him down. Good times...