Now this, my friends, is more fucking like it.
Archive for November, 2010
Jane Austen's Fight Club
Posted in Reading with tags Fight Club, Jane Austen on November 26, 2010 by Jarrod BoyleMy Favorite Book
Posted in Reading with tags Anna Karenina, Dostoyevsky, Leo Tolstoy, The Brothers Karamazov on November 22, 2010 by Jarrod BoyleI referred to the Time list of the best books ever written some weeks ago. I’ve been thinking about it since, and the list has probably destroyed my interest in ‘best of’ lists for ever after. Which may prove to be a good thing. But what it did raise to my attention was the ludicrous inclusion of The Great Gatsby – I mean, give me a break. I’m not saying Fitzgerald isn’t good, but Dosteyevsky has done turds that dwarf Gatsby. Continue reading
Nase Soai
Posted in Kickboxing with tags Joe Demicoli, Nase Soai, Paul Demicoli on November 17, 2010 by Jarrod BoyleI was idly googling myself the other day (imagine what people would have thought reading that fifty years ago), and discovered someone had posted this fight on Youtube.
Nase Soai had two fights; one win, one loss. I have fought more experienced guys, but Nase was the toughest and hardest. He damn-near KOed me at the end of the first!
Thanks to Anthony Vella, Paul Demicoli and especially Joe Demicoli for supporting me. Hopefully, I’ll find my way onto Paul’s Eruption professional shows soon.
Real Men #1: Chuck Liddell
Posted in Real Men with tags Chuck Liddell on November 14, 2010 by Jarrod Boyle“I think the reason people like me is because I’ll fight anybody, anywhere. I don’t talk bad about people who don’t deserve it, and I’m not a guy who’s out there trying to trash talk and make a name for myself. I earned the name that I have – I went out and fought for it.”
Post-Consumerist Cosmopoles
Posted in Journalism with tags Bogans, Ed Hardy, Kickboxing, Melbourne, Slayer, Sydney, The Age Newspaper, Trainspotting, wankers on November 11, 2010 by Jarrod Boyle“In a thousand years, there will be no men and women, just wankers.”
-Mark Renton,
Trainspotting.
My internet home page is set to The Age Newspaper Online. I like to skim over it before reading my emails; it helps orient me for the day. Of late, however, reading The Age has begun to get me down. Apparently, I live in the quintessential Australian city, and the best, most polite word I can use to describe it is aspirational.