Thoughts on the new Timbaland and Magoo over at S/FJ is cracking me up.
20. This song said something about shoving a dick down somebody's throat. My friend Joshua said line reading can save any lyric. He was wrong.21. You should read Joshua's poem "Aeon Flux: June", for is it truly crunk.
22. I have figured out why people don't care about T1m & Mag00 records. But Welcome To Our World was great. And Indecent Proposal had some great tunes. So did this album, about 30 minutes ago. Hi. How are you. Get off my couch.
Heh. But, I've got to admit that my favorite part is the C train visual. I miss the C. I think I've lived at every stop between Euclid Avenue and Broadway-East New York at one point or another.
Jay took the Candicissima Quiz and got a 6/10, but I'll readjust that to an 8 because those wrong had to be a slip of the fingers because she knows the answers. Anyone else want to take a turn?
Unfortunately also my reality right now which is why the job search stopped being so leisurely. [via P6]
I was flipping through a Glamour at the job (*shrug* what can I say? They print the damned thing and I was bored) and like the second page was that Vickie's Secret ad with the young black girl. Is anyone else disturbed to see this kid who can't be more than like 16 dressed up in skimpy lingerie and knowing that she's gonna be strutting up and down the runway on TV wear that? Oh, just me then, okay. Still, no wonder why kids are so out there. If I saw my peers always tarted up everywhere I turned, then I might think it's okay too to wear whatever skimpy thing I felt like it -- that is, if my mother wouldn't have shot me down without a word before I could touch the doorknob. Which reminds me that the "Parents: The Anti-Drug" poster in the subway is so over the top and the commercial is even worse. But, hey, that's truer a lot more than it isn't. The kids I know who had folks that were just strict enough didn't get into half the shit that everyone else did. That's why I'm still practically an angel at 22, man. But, here's a big surprise of an article and a commentary. I wouldn't really say that the ads or the models affect me in any particular way besides wondering why I see half naked women all over the place, but men not often enough to suit me. I'm from New York where at every corner there is always someone prettier, smarter, more successful than you or anyone else, so if you spent all your time comparing yourself to the person in front of you, or conversly thinking that you're such hot shit, the new breed is waiting around the bend to blow everybody out the water. It's the way it is. So, I always try to tred that fine line between being confident but not deluded and try to appreciate someone else's looks without having especially any feeling about it. Unless it's some 2 X 4 being held up as the standard I should want to be or the crack designers seem to smoke when it comes to clothes. Being a size 10 does not mean I'm 6 feet tall and 130, fuckers.
Anyhoo, a relationship manifesto up on Smitten. I agree with some of the comments that say just because a relationship is work doesn't mean it has to be a bad thing. There's no human interaction that's sunshine and puppy dogs all the time and if you really want it, sometimes you have to put in the energy to keep things on track. Then again, if it's more bullshit than goodness, you've got to know when to walk away. Now excuse me while I don't even take my own advice.
On a musical detour, in a post about the hip hop equivalent of rock albums in the section for:
album by a group that everybody pretended to like, but were actually complete crap...I was just listening to this album with my father a month or two ago. He had found the tape (yes, I said tape) buried in the garage and decided to give it a listen. It was downright unbearable and annoying after a while. Especially with Professor X shouting over every song with his "SISSSSSY!" though that was the most amusing part. [via Negro Please] Posted by Candicissima at November 16, 2003 11:23 PMWithout question this would be 'To The East - Blackwards' by X-Clan. There are no cornier rappers on the planet. This is rhythm straight from 1979 and the Gary Byrd Experience. Only people who were addicted to the Afrocentric Idea could vibe with this album. Where are they now?