August 2011
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Ghostface Killah Reviews "Watch The Throne"
rudesmuse:
Track 2 » Lift Off (ft. Beyonce)
I almost aint wanna even comment on this shit son…. I dont even kno what to say bout it yo. This shit sounds like the anthem the fairies in Ferngully would use to go to war against evil humans to or some shit b. This shit is like Shia LeBeouf in song form yo. Lissenin to this shit is like havin ya ears penetrated by a million microscopic...
June 2011
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April 2011
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March 2011
2 posts
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New American Hypocrite
Let’s talk about restaurants. New York City restaurants. The kind of restaurants where trendy 20-somethings go to check in on Four Square, drink at least two cocktails, glance anxiously about the room, and split the bill with six credit cards. Eating, that’s an afterthought. (“Oh, $25 for two beer-battered Tilapia tacos dressed in Thai mango salsa? Yeah, that sounds reasonable.”) Besides, God...
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The New Workout Plan
Today, I took a class at a place called Physique 57. Here’s how I feel about it. It’s the kind of self-loathing, bikini season exercise that makes women feel like robots at best, last-picked lackeys at worst. (Not that there’s anything wrong with being a hard-bodied robot — shit, if I could twist and lift and pulse, pulse, pulse as well as the A-plus students do at this place, I’d look...
January 2011
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December 2010
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The standard...
slarkpope: are you cabbing it? that’s a long way to carrry delicious hot meats. should i get a dog as well? or a concrete jungle? fuck i should have oredered more
February 2010
2 posts
I can't get this pastoral image out of my mind.
Rolling meadows and weeping willows, cream-puff clouds and cerulean blue skies. It’s so corny and cliche, it makes me want to vomit.
But I also want it — this platonic ideal of a “happy place,” where the sun defines the day, not a schedule. Where horribly annoying phenomena like Blackberry alarms and Twitter don’t exist. Where inspiration flows as freely as the water...
For when the fight seems futile
“If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery — isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your...
January 2010
11 posts
Me and the '65 Macallan
Alex Green did a brilliant job with this photo. Great skills, buddy. Also, thanks for exposing me to this quote:
“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, and forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” — Maya Angelou.
Summertime, and the living's easy.
I love listening to this song during the cold months for that line. It’s a fortifying reminder that the sun shall shine soon, warmth will descend, and yes, the living might just be eas(ier).
“Doin’ Time,” Sublime.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kxGh6VGxuw0
Subzimandi (a throwback).
Me, January 2009: “i think i idealized how i felt the day i wrote this. subconsciously, i bet i was bitching.”
Monday, June 21, 2004
Subzimandi
It was a typical July afternoon, the sun blazing and the asphalt hot. I sliced through the thick air as I darted across the parking lot, eager to get this errand done and over with as quickly as possible. I had left the house under the...
One of my all-time favorites.
“So I’m watchin’ her fine ass Walk to my bedroom, and thought to myself That’s the shape of things to come She said, ‘Why you in the club, and you don’t make it precipitate? You know, make it rain when you can make it thunderstorm?’ I’m like, ‘Why?’ The world needs sun The hood needs funds There’s a war going on and half the battle...
'I Always Knew,' Flow Nice.
“So, to know yourself is to know where you came from
and to know where you’re going is to know where you’re at, son
they gave me a jump start, i go as far as i can
i’ll take it and run far as been part of the plan
go as hard as i can
sleep with the pad and a pen
and next to me in bed, my guitar, rest my head
after all the times that i’ve bled and said nothing
...
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Air. Warm, balmy air.
On a night when the mercury hovers below freezing, towards the top of the list of Things I Want Right Now is a balmly breeze.
That’s what I’m trying to evoke here. The breezes off of Ko Samui, Thailand envelop you in warmth, the kind of warmth that radiators and central air can’t hope to achieve. There’s also water, water everywhere, which makes the aqua tones feel...
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Words to live by, by Ranier Maria Rilke.
” … Have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the...
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On the uber-metrofication of straight men.
me: it’s very disturbing
last week, while having brunch at aaheli
i was sitting next to an asian couple
and the girl wanted to see avatar
and the guy goes, “nooooo you said we could see it’s complicated!”
Sent at 9:58 PM on Sunday
Vinay: oh wow
what is going on with our genders?
me: i don’t know
y’all need to have a conference or something
“saving mankind from uber-metrofication”
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On the 'artist' thing, part dos.
Ask and ye shall receive. A couple more pieces from the same time period as the Buddhas: 1999, when Internet was 56K and I was in the 10th grade.
Bottom ripped from an old Ansel Adams calendar; top done in oil pastels. Old calendars are the best. Some of my favorite pieces are collages of cut up calendars.
I’m not quite sure how to rotate this right side up; this drawing served as the...
On the 'artist' thing.
It occurs to me that a lot of people don’t know I was an artist in a previous life, circa ten years ago. I drew/painted this pair of Buddhas when I was 16. Then I attempted to monetize my skills and completely lost my shit. That’s when writing emerged as a more marketable talent. I’m willing to write anything (well, within reason) for a buck. Art? No.
Only now, after putting...
It was a good day.
Like Ice Cube said. Clearly, there’s something about Jan. 1 that makes us all crave a new beginning. Here’s the thing, though: every second, every minute, every sunset, every sunrise offers that opportunity. I have mixed feelings about the movie, but “Vanilla Sky” got at least one thing right: “Every passing minute is a another chance to turn it all around.”
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December 2009
2 posts
On le 'Flying Circus'
Re-watching “Monty Python’s Flying Circus” for the 800th time is like revisiting who I am and where I came from. Wow, that sounds like a book report. Better put — it reminds me of me, before I even knew who me was. Allow me to explain.
At the tender age of three, I sat up all night with my dad as he recorded the entirety of channel 13’s “Flying Circus”...
And another one
“Here I go again on my own …”
No pretentious introduction this time (whoops — spoke too soon!) Just blogging, real ‘n raw. Whatever that means. Luckily, I lost my filter somewhere back in 2009, so all “this” (points to head/gray matter swirling around in there) should flow much faster. Stay tuned.
January 2008
2 posts
So...
Yeah I don’t know if the whole iPhone theme is for me. I’m a tad more old-school than that. Whatever, work in progress.
Hello again.
Blogging. 2.0 style. I think I was over-thinking the whole blogging thing the first time around (clearly that’s still going on a bit) so I’m trying to bury my inner control freak (at least when it comes to writing — my inner control freak is all but dead in most other areas of my life) and just…go with it. Anyway. If you’re reading this, you probably know me. If by...