There is no cure!

Get your I've Got MadBum Disease t-shirt while he's hot! Locally designed by native San Franciscan! Printed by Ashbury Prints, a socially-responsible business. Look good and feel good in ORANGE!

PRICE REDUCED TO $18.00 including shipping and handling because MadBum went yard against Kershaw today, and I met Amy G.!

KT's Round-Up of 2014 World Cup Hotties

A lot of new faces this year!

These hotties have made a cougar out of KT.

Starting here.

Olivier Giroud, France.



Looks hot in bleu.



Looks hot in a suit.



But I prefer him in this kind of suit.



ALLEZ LES BLEUS!

Moving on to our host country - Brasil!

I got my eye on Thiago Silva. He's got that classic, Latin handsomeness going on.



Dresses up well.



Good kisser.



Bringing it back to the Motherland - Adam Larsen Kwarasey from Ghana.



And goalies rarely take their shirts off, but when they do, OMG.



And speaking of shirts off, Giorgos Karagounis of Greece can't seem to keep his on.



Why should he?



Why should anyone on the Greek National Team for that matter?



Why stop at shirts? That's exactly what the Croatian National Team asked too.

Here's Dejan Lovren ready to take a plunge butt nekkid with the rest of his teammates.



He takes his clothes off on the pitch too.



Back to goalies. One word. MEMO.



He's even hotter when he's cold.



I'm on a goalie kick! (get it? "kick?") Alireza Haghighi from Iran.



Here he is calling us a cab.



And here are the other games he likes to play.



Back to footie. Huge crush on Enner Valencia of Ecuador.



Super cute and he's got skillz!



Bringing it back home to the U.S. of A.! Jermaine Jones wins the tattoo category this year.



But Tim Howard wins for being the BOSS.



And from the team that just might win it this year, Mario Yepes of Colombia.



I like a strong, confident defender.



Especially with long hair and a sincere look in his eye. (Whoa!)



Honorable Mention: Belgium's Divock Origi rides a bike!



And gives good hugs!



And no list would be complete without this guy. If you look up "hot" in any language, you'll see Christiano Ronaldo.



Enjoy the rest of the Cup! And may the best MEN win!

Sisyphus is HAPPY??? Whoa...

Original link here.

How Yoga Changed My Life

2001 began the year that I went through my first massive (and I mean massive) heartbreak. It was also the year I started doing Ashtanga yoga on a regular basis. While my other friends were running marathons and pushing to the extremes at the gym or elsewhere, I learned the concept of ahisma - non-violence toward yourself. This concept led me into directions I never before considered. It led me to self-acceptance and compassion toward others. It led me to the idea that through breathing, I could get through any difficult situation.

And now, 13 years later, I can present this short film I edited for an organization called yogaHOPE. It is a film about women in Haiti who have experienced sexual abuse and trauma, and are learning to heal through yoga and meditation. Please watch this film, and if it moves you, please consider making a year-end donation to yogaHOPE.



Narrated by the amazing, inspirational Amanda Palmer.

the cuter you are the more I love you

Thx to @NekoCase for supporting Senior Dog Rescue at the show tonight. My @Muttville dog Rookie loves you! pic.twitter.com/g0vc7tCf2S

— Vélo Vogue (@velovogue) September 11, 2013

Tesla - I've always liked this guy

Need to know more? Check out the 10 Inventions of Nikola Tesla That Changed the World.

Or this novel, Lightning, by Jean Echenoz, based on the life of Nikola Tesla. And if I'm not mistaken, Tesla was also a hottie.

Voyage - at Story Vault - with Louis Gourmeau

I will be presenting a work-in-progress that I'm calling Voyage at Story Vault - The Great Grandfather Club - tomorrow night, Saturday, June 16th in San Francisco.

Voyage shows how older and younger generations connect through the retelling of stories. World travelers perceive the world in a way that you can only get when you leave it all behind to plant your feet down in a foreign land. This is an experience that the narrator of this project and I share.

Louis Gourmeau is an octogenarian from Brittany, France. He is a World War II veteran, our dear family friend, and a natural storyteller.

I first met Louis when I was an exchange student living in France in the 1990s. My great-aunt and cousins encouraged me to meet him, and when I did, I knew they were not mistaken.

Louis loved telling his stories about how he met my great-uncle during World War II, and how he then found his way to New York where he met the love of his life at the Air France counter on Fifth Avenue.

It wasn’t until recently that I thought about documenting Louis’ storytelling. Regretfully, I planned my trip to France too late, as his wonderful wife, Jeanine passed away in October 2011. So I knew that I had to quickly travel to France to capture his oral histories.

In January 2012, I spent over a week in Louis’ country home in Provence filming his stories of World War II, New York in the 1940s, Fifth Avenue, love-at-first-sight, and anecdotes of my very large and eccentric Irish-American family. Feeling devastated and alone by the loss of his wife, Louis came alive again by reliving his happiest moments.

Listening to his stories, I realized how our lives are similar, how I met close friends and created memories when I lived abroad. I remembered that we are all on a similar journey. By listening to Louis’ life, I understood that one day I, too, will be looking back on life, trying to reconnect with its meaning, just like him.

Here's a clip:

i thought i was over this... but alas

I don't know what to say about this except for "watch it now"

something happened a little bit early this year

Scott Olsen speaks from Occupy Oakland

I am working on a film about warriors for peace, including Vietnam Vet for Peace Brian Willson, who lost both his legs during a non-violent protest here in the U.S. when he was run over by a train. It is easy to make the connection between Brian Willson and Iraq War Vet for Peace Scott Olsen of Occupy Oakland, who was knocked unconscious during a police raid on October 25th. It is very ironic that both Brian and Scott came home from fighting in wars on foreign soil with no physical injuries and were consequently brutally injured while practicing their democratic freedoms at home.

excerpt from my short story, Bad Faith

That night I dreamt I was with him. We were in a strange city at night, maybe Florence, walking hand-in-hand down cobblestone streets. He led me down a narrow passageway that was lined with marble statues of naked Romanesque women. There were so many of them that I started feeling unsettled by the thought of having to compete with these stone beauties. Morris stopped at one in particular. Gazing at her, he said to me, “You are my favorite.” It was a statue of a young woman, draping a sheet of billowing fabric over her front side, her back exposed and naked, save for the long curls of hair that hung there loosely. He reached up and fondly touched the curve in her lower back, the part that merged into her plump bottom. “Isn’t she exquisite?” he asked. And then he leaned down and gently kissed my lips. I awoke, flushed, still tasting the flavor of Morris’s lips on mine, floating in an ethereal space high above my body. It took a few seconds for me to come down, back to my bed and the emptiness of my bland bedroom.