Bacardi have announced that legendary duo Groove Armada will be taking the stage tonight at their B-Live La Fiesta event.

To all you lucky people who managed to get tickets, you're in for one hell of a night!

Fuckwits.  You'll never get a single fucking kwai from me again.

I wish my wife was this clean. Also available in soot grey. Not phrases you'll have seen written on a white van.

When a white van is pristine clean, no one writes "clean me" on it. It would be criminal damage without a meaning to the message (except to a postmodernist).

Written on a dirty van, it makes a lot more sense. It's a form of reverse graffiti or dust tagging.

Two of the world's most famous dust taggers are the UK's Paul "Moose" Curtis and Brazil's Alexandre Orion.

Last year, Alexandre Orion dust tagged São Paulo with hundreds of skulls. He attacked the sooted walls of the underpass between Avenida Europa and Avenida Cidade Jardim as a protest.

He wanted city authorities to recognise the level of road pollution and do something about it. They did. They spray-cleaned the walls to remove his skulls. But he kept moving, and they had to keep cleaning.

In April this year, Paul Curtis dust tagged San Francisco's Broadway Tunnel. Using stencils of plants and wildlife indigenous to the region, he created an elaborate mural. It cleaned the surfaces it adorned.

It was a project commissioned by Clorox Green Works cleaner: a commercial product that uses plant-based ingredients for "natural cleaning". So still makes sense, right?

I saw this advert today for Bacardi on the streets of Farringdon today (click the map for an exact location).

Now London's got pollution. No doubt about it. But when you see how faded the stencil is, you'll guess the soot underfoot isn't inches thick. There's been no need to spray it off.

So is Bacardi an organic product, guerilla-styling its green credentials? Not unless Vinnie Jones has taken to tugging on green stems since we last saw him.

These kinds of reverse graffiti ads are popping up all over the place now. Sometimes they champion an anti-pollution issue. But more often they don't.

Companies like Street Advertising Services are offering their high-pressure steam and stencils to polish the good corporate buck.

I don't mean to diss SAS. Their heart's in the right place. But this advertising is not.

To my eye, it looks like a white van spray-painted "clean me". Somehow things have got a bit back-to-front. (Thanks to Giles for the original tip-off).

More on reverse graffiti at Environmental Graffiti.

More on ads cleaning streets at Springwise.

Mum didn't live with us so she was far more lenient regarding r-rated videos when we were children or drink as teenagers. She was also experiencing a revitalisation, hanging and living with people ten years her junior.

They were hosting a party in the house, but first it was line-dancing down The Suisse.
As she and the ladies hitched thumbs in their belt loops, her male buddies revelled in the idea of getting me drunk.
They insisted I keep my hands out of my pockets for the rounds, the unsaid condition being I had to match them, drink for drink.

Mum came over for a moment to check this lot weren't plying me with drink were they? "Ah, he's alright, will ya leave him be!" and she sidled off back to the country beats.
It wasn't long before my eyes peered out from behind my hot, constantly grinning face at a bunch of idiotic, equally grinning, equally drunk faces as my own.

I held my own and kept from staggering each time I carefully left the bar stool for the toilet. "Yeah, fine", I answered Big Jon in there, "just fine".

We stepped out and the air hit. It usually does, and with that breath of air comes the heady feeling. The level of drunkenness becomes conscious. I got a bit excited by it. Fairly full on, but still capable, I was still sound on my feet.
The smell of bread hit me too. Fucking bread, I wondered. I was told that that would be the guinness. It was the first night I'd drunk more than a single pint. Must have had six with the boys. The yeast in the guinness is what that smell was.
Haven't really had it since.

The wildness of the party was in opposite proportion to the size of the house. It was a small enough house.
The party was pretty wild.
Barbeque chicken out the back didn't last long and what was left was used in a game. The idea was to fuck a leg or breast in through the upstairs toilet window and hopefully land it on whoever was on the seat.
The curry didn't last long either. Before even a few people were served a portion a joint had been flicked and stubbed out in it.

Mum's housemate's sister showed up. I'd met Deborah before. Reckoned she was fairly attractive. A year older than me. And she was probably out of my league. The rest didn't think so, including her sister, maybe even she didn't reckon so, but I was already beyond it by the time she got there.
On the bacardi, she was fairly far gone within an hour herself, and the two of us, having begun sat against the kitchen wall, ended sliding down, side by side, only our heads perpendicular to the floor, mumbling together, cooing almost about nothing anyone knew could make any sense. Mmmusic and fffuckin' yeah y'know?

As Deborah disappeared off to bed I was roused a little - enough to stand and wearily tread over the threshold to the back. There were faces swimming and swaying dramatically before me. There was the barbeque and chicken bits laying about every place; sauce soaked flesh hanging from the bone coated with particles off of the pebble dash back wall.
Half bottles and half cans and half glasses of beer strewn about everywhere. And I didn't feel so good.
Damro, my mother's unsuited partner at the time, noted my greening visage immediately.
He escorted my stumble up the back garden path, down to an unfinished wall. I bent over to sway unevenly over the open brick. He patted my back. And rubbed and patted and soothed. And in this soothing voice he spoke of imagine chips and burgers and lashings of Indian curry and sardines and that did it.
I heaved chicken bits and coleslaw in vomit sauce into the brick. It splattered noisily into the conrete hole as my ass let out a loud bastard of a fart. Damro cackled gleefully. "That's it man, let it all out!"

I straightened up, wiped my gob and finally, cleansing clear air swept into my lungs. That felt better. After a back slap or two and an "Alright now? Feel better?" "Yeah...", Damro took me by the shoulder and I strolled a lot straighter but timidly enough back to the house and in to bed alone.

Mum checked on me. I'd be fine. And I'd be fine tomorrow; younger people don't get hangovers I claimed.
Next morning, I passed by her, pale as death into the bathroom to douse my head in cold water. She called after that she didn't think younger people got hangovers. I told her to shut up and get me some headache pills.

She hasn't let me live it down since.

Pero ni una gota del licor se vende en Cuba, donde el fundador de la empresa Facundo Bacardí abrió la primera destilería en el 1862, en un pequeño local con techo de aluminio y el piso sucio, en la calle Matadero en la ciudad de Santiago.

La historia sobre el desarrollo de la marca está contenida en el libro "Bacardí and the Long Fight for Cuba" (Editorial Viking, 365 páginas), de Tom Gjelten.

Con un amplio y riguroso reportaje, detalles ricos y a veces estrafalarios, el veterano corresponsal de la Radio Pública Nacional relata la historia de la familia Bacardí, cuyo producto ayudó a crear el espíritu cubano hasta que Fidel Castro nacionalizó la empresa en 1960.

Los Bacardí fueron a los tribunales para conservar su marca internacional y eventualmente lograron levantar un imperio con operaciones en Puerto Rico, México, Brasil y Las Bahamas.

"Ni siquiera pensamos en registrar la marca Bacardí, así que la perdimos", dijo Castro años después. "Teníamos la fábrica que producía el ron Bacardí real, pero no pudimos conservar su nombre como tal".

Facundo Bacardí fue el primer alcalde cubano en la ciudad de Santiago y fue pionero en desarrollar el ron de estilo cubano, que se destaca por ser ligero, seco y suave. Además inventó un sistema de filtro con carbón y fue el primero en añejar el licor en barriles de roble.

Bacardí ganó premios internacionales después de 1900 y pronto se convirtió en el ron "que hizo a Cuba famosa".

La prohibición de la venta de alcohol en Estados Unidos empujó a sus ciudadanos a correr a Cuba, sedientos de Bacardí. Un anuncio de la época, presenta a un murciélago --el logo de la marca, que Gjelten describe como espeluznante-- cargando a un Tío Sam en sus garras con un vaso vacío de Florida a Cuba.

Para el 1935 el periódico The New York Times citó a Bacardi como un nombre propio que penetró en el léxico de Estados Unidos como un término genérico, igual que pasó con Kleenex. Ernest Hemingway generalmente mencionaba al Bacardí en sus novelas.

Ansiosa por llegar al mercado estadounidense nuevamente sin tener que pagar impuestos, la compañía estableció una destilería en Puerto Rico en 1936. Según Gjelten, Bacardí descubrió que la clave para la consistencia en el sabor de su ron estaba en la melaza de caña. Tras sortear problemas en el proceso de destilación, los ingenieros lograron corregir las discrepancias para que el ron tuviera un sabor idéntico al que se producía en Cuba dondequiera que se hiciera.

Los Bacardí se opusieron al dictador cubano Fulgencio Batista y apoyaron a Fidel Castro, incluso, permitiendo que algunos de sus trabajadores se unieran a sus fuerzas rebeldes. Vilma Espin, ex esposa del actual presidente cubano Raúl Castro, era hija del contable de Bacardí y uno de los miembros de la familia tejió medias para los rebeldes al mando de Castro que peleaban contra el gobierno de Batista.

Los rebeldes emitieron un decreto de que no atacarían las instalaciones de Bacardí, y el jefe ejecutivo, José "Pepín" Bosch, acompañó a Castro en su primer viaje a Estados Unidos luego de que tomara el poder en 1959. Sin embargo, Bosch se separó porque ya temía a la dirección que tomaba el gobierno de Castro.

Después de nacionalizar Bacardí, Cuba empezó a producir el ron Havana Club, la marca que producía la familia Arechabala, competidores de Bacardí, quienes no pelearon por el nombre luego de la nacionalización.

Eventualmente, Bacardí compró los derechos sobre el nombre de Havana Club a la familia Arechabala y comenzó a vender su propia versión del Havana Club en Estados Unidos, desatando nuevas batallas legales con Cuba que aún están por resolverse.

Este caso es complicado pero, como destaca Gjelten, los argumentos son sencillos: "¿Cuándo el ron cubano podrá venderse en Estados Unidos, bajo qué compañía y qué marca?"

Como muchas de las otras facetas en la relación entre Estados Unidos y Cuba, contestar esas preguntas está lejos de ser algo fácil.

Canasta Básica Basica

Ron Bacardi Blanco 980ml___________________________$111

Agua Mineral Peñafiel 2L ___________________________$11.50

Coca-Cola 2.5L ___________________________________$17

Sabritones Mega bolsa _____________________________$22

Vasos Rojos c/20 _________________________________$22.15

Bolsa de hielos 3Kg _______________________________$7.90

Costo final_________________________________$191.55

Canasta Básica Intermedia

Ron Bacardi Blanco 1750ml__________________________$181

Agua Mineral Peñafiel 2L (2) _________________________$23

Coca-Cola 2.5L (2) _________________________________$34

Chips Barcel (Jalapeño o Diabla) 170gr________________$24.40

Doritos Nachos 150gr ______________________________$12.45

Vasos Rojos c/20 __________________________________$22.15

Practibolsa Tecnohielo______________________________$15.75

Costo final__________________________________$312.75

Canasta Básica Aumentada

Modelo Especial 12 pack lata ________________________$91.50

Ron Bacardi Blanco 1750ml__________________________$181

Agua Mineral Peñafiel 2L (2) _________________________$23

Coca-Cola 2.5L (2) _________________________________$34

Gotland Vodka 750ml (2)____________________________$268

Jugo de Arandano Ocean Spray 1L (4) _________________$64

Sabritas Gourmet __________________________________$25.50

Chips Barcel (Jalapeño o Diabla) 170gr________________$24.40

Doritos Nachos 150gr ______________________________$12.45

Vasos Rojos c/20 (2)________________________________$44.30

Practibolsa Tecnohielo (2)___________________________$31.50

Picot Plus c/10 sobres _____________________________$16

Costo final__________________________________$815.65

Los precios estan basados en lo obtenido de Superama por Internet el dia del post y pueden variar ligeramente. tambien algunas bebidas pueden ser sutituidas por otras del mismo o similar contenido neto, precio y grados de alcohol dependiendo del gusto de cada quien.

Asi que ya saben, ¿cual corresponde a su siguiente fiesta? hagan numeros y recuerden que estas canastas son solo de modo ilustrativo, pero si el presupuesto alcanza denle para lo que su cuerpo aguante!!!

As summer 2008 draws to a close and we prepare to don the winter coats and furry hats, the kind people at Bacardi have laid on a spread to ensure that the sunny season ends with a bang.

Taking over London superclub Se-one for one night only, Bacardi B-Live will be infusing the minimal subspace with a plethora of cuban culture, paying homage to the street festival which the party started in. 

They've roped in a number of big name acts along for the ride as well with DJ talent from DJ Yoda, DJ Food, Krafty Kuts and the Filthy Dukes. Special performances will also grace the stage from beatboxing extraordinaire Beardyman plus an extra special act announced 24 hours before the big night. 

Whats more, all this will cost you zilch. Thats right, nada. Now, everyone loves a freebie right?

Apply for a pair of tickets now at http://www.bacardi.com/lafiesta/

Date: 4th September 2008

seOne
Weston st
London Bridge
SE1 3QX

Tan tan tan tan ta ta...

El vídeo tiene casi 1 millon y medio de visualizaciones, la buena publicidad se rentabiliza.

Pdt: Preciosas las vistas del downtown de Manhattan que aparecen tanto al principio como cuando aparece el barco.

...the center of Fay is too close to the coast of Cuba to be accessible to the Air Force hurricane hunter aircraft...so there are no direct measurements of central pressure or precise positioning of the surface center...

That is as insane.

And for fun, go check out the five-day forecast map on Weather Underground, brought to you by State-Farm, the company that used doctored engineering reports to lower payouts to Mississippi policy holders. (A helpful federal judge explained to us last April that while this constituted bad faith, it was not fraud. I plan to keep that in mind as I prepare my next year's tax return using multiple, doctored W-4s. I mean, if it's OK for State-Farm it should be OK for me, right?)

I'd go on, but I'm off to check around the neighborhood for rabbits with pocketwatches...

Auf der hübschen Bacardi Mojito Website lassen sich neben dem erlernen über Videos und Anleitungen, wie man den Cocktails richtig mischt, auch einige Sachen runterladen.
Dort gibt es nicht nur den Song aus der Werbung als gratis Klingelton ohne jegliche Aboverpflichtungen, sondern sogar das ganze Lied zum freien Download. Zwar ist die Qualität des Lieds The Muddle nur in bescheidener 64 KBit vorhanden, doch nem geschenkten Gaul...

4 Asbach colas, 2 captain/colas, 4 vodka orange, 1 scotch.  That is the roadmap from tonight.  So far.  Work's been suckin' blah blah, plus they're talking about laying people off again, so why not...just, why not.  The fact that it's Monday night is irrelevant.

I do have an untouched bottle of Bacardi left here by a friend, but I'm debating the rations of ice left and what they should be spent on.  Somehow, Bacardi never comes up in the top spot.  The scotch is top shelf, but I'm putting it on top of this sweet mixer, which is probably a mortal sin.  A proper mouthwash with it solves that, but it also nearly makes me gag.  The burn going down is excellent as usual, but the fucking taste in my mouth is as bad as the stale, smoky air trapped in this fucking cubbyhole in the apartment; and like work, it all truly makes me want to throw up.

I'm house hunting, which is unreal in itself.  I'm keeping my 13 year old bimmer on the road with electrical tape and brake fluid bottles every week, but it's working.  Apparently there's a loophole in the home buying system where they don't care if you can get a car loan - fuck it, they'll give you a house!  So, sure, I'm qualified, and looking.  My agent has so far sent me every house in the motherfucking ghetto, but to his credit, they're fairly nice houses.  I think I'm going to go outside the box and get something in a decent neighborhood; if I have to lose the pool to do it, well, y'know.  Life is tough.

Shit, a fucking house.  I have trouble getting 300 dollar unsecured credit cards.  Say what now?  But, to be honest, I've rebuilt all of that bad 20's anti-credit, and am now a responsible citizen.  Maybe they can smell it on me.  Or maybe they can smell the fact that my credit score has jumped over 100 points in two years.  Either way, they need to get their noses out of my ass.  Maybe they smell me giving up.

I'm semi-under the grid.  Being completely off the grid would be awesome, but outside of winning the lottery or walking down to the labor pool every day at 7am, I don't see a way to pull it off.  The labor pool isn't that bad; I did it for a while.  You walk down, sign up, and wait for a job to come up.  Sometimes you wait for an hour or two and you are shit out of luck, but if you do get called, chances are it's some kind of new shitty job in some new area with some other shitty boss.  The variety isn't all that bad.  The work, maybe, but like today being Monday, that's irrelevant for this post. 

I'm sure that made sense somehow.

El hecho de que tengan tantas ganas de que hagas mojitos con su ron no me ha dejado indiferente y he dedicido investigar un poco sobre el tema. Al parecer, según los entendidos, el mejor ron para hacer mojitos es el Ron Havana Club 3 años, Bacardi lleva años pretendiendo desbancar a Havana Club, sin mucho éxito por cierto, y de ahí sus ganas de que prepares mojitos con su ron, y no otro.

Para hacer mis primeras mezclas iré a un supermercado cualquiera e intentaré comprar Ron Havana Club 3 años, sinó hay compraré Bacardi, que tampoco soy un gourmet.

Receta c/Bacardi:

• 1 parte de Ron Bacardi
• 3 partes de agua con gas
• 12 hojas de menta
• 1/2 lima
• 1/2 parte de azucar
• Hielo

Instrucciones

Machacar, en un vaso, la menta con la lima y el azucar. Añadir hielo y Bacardi. Verter encima agua con gas, remover y aderezar con alguna hoja de menta.

Receta c/Havana Club

• 1 cucharada de azucar
• Jugo de media lima
• Una ramita de menta fresca
• 50 ml de Havan Club añejo de 3 años
• Agua con gas

Instrucciones

Mezclar, en un vaso la menta con la lima y el azucar. Añadir 2 o 3 cubitos y el Havana Club. Verter encima agua con gas, remover y aderezar con alguna hoja de menta.

* TIRAR O PODER

** METER O BIGODE

Thank you Nintendo for creating Olympic sports for the Wii. And thank you Bacardi for sponsoring our party with bartenders and booze.

Game on.

Dancing CF models such as Kim Tae Hee, seems to be a hit in South Korea. According to recent studies,  commercial films (CF) with models dancing seems to lift spirits and help people forget the economic crisis that the world is experiencing these days.

So a few shake here and few twist there can actually catch the viewers eyes and be mesmerized for a brief moment and forget the woes in life (?). Hmm... I may agree on this one because there is a liquor commercial here in US  that i just can't help but stop whatever it is I am doing just to watch it. I can't remember the liquor brand but I remember how it went. The bartender at the disco was twisting mint leaves into the glass and everyone was shaking their booties according to the direction  of the twist the bartender was doing. When the the bartender stopped twisting the mint leaves, the music stopped and everyone stopped dancing. When the bartender did the twisting again, well you guess what happened. Yeah, everyone was shaking their thing again. Trust me, it was mesmerizing.

I guess that is why you see a lot of dancing and shaking in CFs these days because people will pay attention. I am not sure if they will pay attention to the brand but I am pretty sure they will pay attention to whoever is dancing and shaking.

Cho Sung Hoon: Waa! I dropped all my milk, I couldn't take my eyes off of that dancing chick in pink sneakers.

UPDATE: I found it! I found the video and it was Bacardi Mojito. Check it out!

Source and Photo Credit: My Daily

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