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had a bad dream and woke the hell up after 3 hours of sleep, very rare for me (dreams most would consider bad aren't even an issue to me).  So I'm wide awake and click on tailrank to see a post about Flock the new Mozilla based browsers (like firefox).  i downloaded an alpha version a while a go but it didn't have import features and fell off quickly, though it seemed a little faster than firefox, so FF won again.   This time everything and then more was there -- like the fact that i'm doing this blog via flock instead of having to sign into blogger.  anyhoo, the suggestion is to try it out and see what you think about it.  At least i can update my blog more with this.

Other quick news items -- besides being in looooove with arielle (who is now a month old) it looks like i might have a decent job (which i find out tomorrow).  i went to london for an extended weekend and fell in love.  next stop paris or amsterdamn and i have a nice little list to work on.  maybe i'm tired now, more to come.  hopefully tomorrow brings great news, please.  did i mention my RE:Love with my PSP?

okay, i fell off BUT

i've doing an abnormal amount of ish lately to which i owe my previously blog-nes-tivity at least a couple of posts to catch up with. I *heart* london btw.

more to come soon and i will rock out those posts this week.

it's a girl!

lot's of things have been happening lately but i'll get into that in the next post but i just wanted to drop by and say that chris and gabby had a beautiful baby girl yesterday (on my grandfather's 92nd bday). on my way to meet her and looking forward to it, i like her already :-D

this new phantom outkast song is killing me

i got an email this morning, very bright and early, saying "THE NEW OUTKAST SINGLE!!!" so i looked for the mp3 but nothing. this has been my obsession (along with a host of other people it seems). in case you didn't know it seems that v103.3 in ATL played it for their top 8 at 8 in all 8 spots last night. somehow, in 2006, NO ONE RIPPED, TAPED, MEMORIZED IT AND MIMICICED THEIR VOICES at all. so this song is now heading toward phantom stages and it's only been out for less that 24 hours. if you have it send it to me at LOQuent@gmail.com.

okay but to clicking refresh and rechecking tailrank, limewire and netnewswire...

argh.

*edit*

got it last night from a bad quality radio rip. the song's name is "Mighty O". Dre ripped it, killed it even. I feel like it's '88 with a tape with the hissin'. all smiles. can't wait for the good quality version.

4:30 am: sun is shining each and everyday

you know how people wonder about how it is to have the sun pop up at abnormally early times? well sweden 'blessed' me with not having to wonder because that bamma pops up at abnormally early times which results in me waking up at painfully early times with no chance of returning to la la land. irritating.

fell asleep on the couch, again, but went to peek in on wifey -- i happen to enjoy watching her sleep she's so quiet... :-D anyhoo, peeked in and noticed that she's sleeping sideways in the bed. this is a problem for your truly since she has seemed to enjoy trespassing on my side of the bed since we got a new bed. this bed's predecessor was a small bed not made for a non vertically challenged man. i would get leg cramps on the ex-bed because i couldn't stretch out, not to mention it had some crap at the end so i couldn't even let my feet go over the edge. soooo, we buy a new bed only for wifey to decide that sleeping up and down wasn't for her and that sidways motion was were it's at. now when i'm in the bed i feel her *adjusting* herself until she's damn near kicking me off the bed. i'm thinking she's reliving her soccer glory days, but that's just me. this is not a good thing i've been considering an electric fence between us to correct this malfunction. we'll see.

my pistons lost last night to the bucks. we were nice enough to allow them a playoff win so they should be thankful.

welp back to God of War

tanya morgan - we be

yes sir let me know what you think and remember you heard about them first here on ldef.

as 30 leaves

my last hour in my 30th year. i've decided that from here on out i'll simply say '30+' cause i'm not feeling the 31. in fact, i'm pretty upset that for the first time in my life i'm not über amped about my birthday... oh well.

wifey's parents and nephew were here for east (since thursday to be exact) and left today. i swear her dad works more when he's here then at work and since he's not the "delegate" type person he ends up doing most of the work while he's here. now one could say that i'm the man of the apartment and all but i'm man enough to let another man do the job if he can do a better job. he built his whole house so i feel right to assume that he's the equivalent of a surgeon in these matters. regardless the balcony got a new floor, the bathroom a new light (i actually did a hefty amount on that one, which i'm rather proud of), the kitchen tiles were worked on etc. dude killed it. the nephew, as always, was the truth -- though he could work on him peeing aim game more than a little because a man should not have to use a whole bottle of ajax spray cleaner in a weekend. just saying.

oh, i'm pleasantly surprised with fishscale at the moment.

what's in the news? the guy in the proof death situation died, sad another life lost and they were both grown ass men in something so seemingly senseless.

tom cruise supposedly wants to eat a placenta with an umbilical desert... *dry heave*

i wonder if bush will ever let go of 'ol rummy..

eff it i have 30 mins and don't feel like seeing 30+ unless it's light outside.

RIP Proof

a swedish tabloid newspaper reports that Proof was the victim of Detroit's Hip Hop War... i sure do love that they have the inside scoop on shit that no one else has. it's a sad day when someone dies and it's simply an "intrigue piece".

i can think of better things to do with my money

this was a brand new powerbook and this dude ran over it, hit it with a sledgehammer and tried to blow it up-- his great news???

it still works...

though i must live by 'whatever floats your boat.." this would be a great argument for legalized prostitution.

dear white people,

i have locs and if the urge were to move you to want to tell me that i look like (fill in blank with random black guy with locs)________ don't...


last night i was told that i look like will.i.am of my number 1 most hated group of sell outs, the black eye pea-bitches.

idiots.

bill gates' office

now maybe it's just me but if your the richest man in the world one would assume that your office would look a little less, bland?

so apple finally did it

they just released a patch so that windows can run on intel based macs. personally i don't have a problem with them running the obviously inferior windows OS but the problem i have is that it seems like it's supposed to be a selling point for people to buy macs. my personal assessment is that if you don't get it you just don't get it. apple is a business and improving on the bottom line is fine but why not try and strong arm the comp by taking some of their market share away by offering what they can't. eh, but that's just me and my opinion.

now if they could come out with the next gen ipod video so i can dream freely again.

the white stripes new video feat. conan o'brian

sometimes we sit around in the ldef office* here talking* about video treatments for certain songs. had we actually talked about a treatment for this song -- treatment being the "correct" term because of countless making the video viewing -- denial twist is actually cooler than what we* would have come up with.


*perception based interpretations



60
sixty
sextio

piston wins

call me heathcliff bitch (c) Phonte

yesterday while testing my news cramming skills from my now 3 favorite sources (Google News, TailRank and NetNewsWire) I came across some quotes from 'ol Mr. Huxtable himself, Dr. Bill Cosby, in which he was talking to 2,000 New Orleans residents about rebuilding titled via Reuters Bill Cosby tells New Orleans black to reject crime.

now i'm all for free speech and stand whole heartedly behind people taking responsibility but DAAAAAM Cosby. it seems that his latest hobby is venom laced hatred to anyone who bootstraps haven't already been permanently attached to their upward mobile hands. it's a little too late to get full stop into this and this isn't a situation where i felt that he was pointing out something trivial minus tack. the problem that i've have ('specially since i grew up in middle class cosbyville) is statements without actions. sure he's put a shitload of black kids through college and spoonfed white america the concept that we all weren't good times'n it but somewhere in his old age he decided to stir the pot up to no avail. maybe it was his son's death or maybe after all of that work he feels that he won't see a change before his last breath... dunno but either way it's counterproductive and simply fueling the fox news crowd.

like i said it's a little late here and i've spent the day pulling myself up from my bootstraps (c) booker t. so i won't swear to a coherent content in this post but the shit really got under my skin.

anyhoo tomorrow is wifey's bday (to which she swears is horrible because she's getting sooo old) so grattis på din födelsedag min älskling :-D vi måste prata mer svenka!

ett

*super mario theme music*

and they're thinking about pressing charges? I guess we live in a batman world with joker villians.

Gnarls Barkley

it seems that they broke a record by being the first song to go number one, on british charts, from downloads only. besides the song being ill i guess that myspace marketing is starting to pay off guess j*davey should be more than ready right about now.

Birthdays are fun!!!

said my ever-so-perfect goddaughter when i called her with a congrads for reaching the almighty number 7. she went on to tell me that she wore her birthday hat to school :-D at 11.30 at night and über groggy my face lit up and she continued to tell me how she looooved birthdays etc. i'm still smiling.

Godfather update: rank - capo

My video game life of crime is starting to pay off and i'm getting more and more impressed with their well thought out storylines within this game. they stick to the movie's script but intelligently expand on things that are taken for granted in the movie. the theme song is stuck in my head in all it's variations.

she stopped paying her cable bill yay!

over the last 10 or so years i've become a bitter man because people are doing things that i was forced to do growing up.

your a vegetarian, wow!!! I didn't eat meat until i was 15. people couldn't pronounce the word back then and when you explained it they would would ask curiously stupid questions like: "soooo, what DO you eat?" *blank stare* now it's the Thing and vegetarians talk with faux self assuredness as to how much smarter they are and to think of all the cow families that are together because of them.

another one of many is not watching tv. i wasn't allowed to watch even the cosby show growing up though tv's where owned in the houses i lived. nothing. my great plan was to listen to the plots of shows in one class and respond in the next class. *sigh* well i was on tailrank and noticed this big deal (though i do respect it) of this lady deciding to turn off her cable bill.

I'm a made man!

nothing much going on here at the ldef office folks i'm hoping that today the true signs of spring can kick in and make my life a little warmer. my latest addictions have been daxter for psp which i'm entitled to state is the best game i've played on the psp. my other addiction(s) has been obsessively reorganizing my computer (my new desktop picture above) and playing the godfather (c) title. i've been approaching looking for a job in a more 'direct' way by calling up companies and telling the point blank that they need to hire me, i'll let you know how that comes out.

i went to see the swedish premire of inside man on monday night and officially flushed spike down the toilet. he needs to move to cananda or something to get his mojo back and the needless forcing of race related issues... meh.

god only knows (c) the Beach Boys

this song is my new obsession, along with netnewswire, thanks to big love which affirms my conviction that life as a pologimst is the farthest thing from dope. sopranos was ridic and yesterday i spent my free time in class preaching about born in brothels

God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows what I’d be without you
God only knows
God only knows what I’d be without you

born into brothels

this weekend i finally saw last year's docu oscar winner and was blown away, or should i say that something blew into my eyes along the way. those kids were some of the most photogenic kids i've ever seen and the way that they pulled you into the store was amazing. it's scary to know that there are kids, right now, living with so little options. *sigh*

i also saw the smartest guys in the room and the pure evil that greed breeds scared the shit out of me. it's hard to comprehend how people can't accept enough as enough. enron actual caused the cali blackouts of 2000? to make money? that's nightmarishly creepy.

short shorts

- i'm taking intensive swedish classes with chris

- i'm starting to shit swedish

- i'm happy 3 6 won the oscar, shit they were happy so why shouldn't i be?

- i had to stay up damn near all night to watch the oscars, damn cali time

- my psp and have been spending lots of quality time together lately, thanks mph (whoever that is)

- my news addiction is getting kinda out of hand lately, i'm going to work on that

- the pistons are the best in the league so why don't i get any congrads emails from anyone? haters.

- saw ess vee about 2 weeks ago, right after the funeral and they killed it. perfect breath control and they destroyed the audience

- it really needs to stop snowing

.....

yesterday was apple's "big" announcement and if you've been a trusty reader of this here blahg then you'd know of the ldef's staff's full appreciate and cult like worship well yesterday they didn't really amaze many. they announced that there is a new intel based mac mini but it lacks a tv in (which allows you to record) and the price went up. that kills off the hope that the intel move would lower prices on mac machines and removes me from one who's going to spring for a mini to replace everything but the tv at the ldef headquarters... they also announcement an ipod hi fi ($349) which had me hit the snooze button not to mention a $99 leather ipod case i.e. fuck that. i my honest opinion they used up some of their wow capital in that boring announcement yesterday though i'd put money on 'BIG' changes for their april fools day 30th anniversary changes. i would like to see a full screen video ipod and cheaper intel based ibook.

in totally unrelated news i read touching this article on the last days of jay dee.

my power animal

does anyone know how to stop your power animal from eating up stuff in your dreams? i'm kinda tired of seeing bite marks in my dreams and little pieces floating around. also i think that my power animal has an overbite and if you know of a good power animal vet/dentist please refer me to them.

thank you.

the brokeback theory

brokeback mountain destroys the white male's last bastion of masculinity, the cowboy. if you were to ask any male over the age of 50 what picture pops up in his head as heterosexual masculinity at it's peak you'd hear things like john wanye and clint eastwood characters'. they'd tell you of watching some movie in the theater where the main characters rode off into the sunset with his trusted companion. with the introduction of brokeback mountain one can no longer assume that the hero cowboy and his companion's sunset trips to the wild, for months at a time, allot that they're only riding horses.

funny 'learn english' commercials

this and this one.

let me know what you think.

i was looking through my old blog

and came on this piece of ldef advice pre 2004 elections:

Thursday, 9 September 2004


I've decided to help Christan's out and hurry along the Second Coming. I mean, you've been going to church doing all this damn good but still no blazing trumpets and squashed evildoers. vote for Bush. He'll speed up the last days and take away all religious rights, basically any rights (for security reasons of course) enacting a worldwide government in which, according to Revelations, will bring about the end of the world the POW! your in heaven butt naked with a pet lion and gold sidewalks. damn I'm smart. VOTE for Bush!

btw God told me that, he tells me things all the time (football is his favorite sport btw) because he knows I will vote for bush.

your welcome

blue rose

today is vday in the ldef head office and i've sprung the high, high price of $2.95 for CNN's Pipeline. since we don't have CNN here i thought that it would be a helpful thing to be able to see live broadcasting and i'm quite happy about this choice. 'specially since menace to society dick cheney of the white house crips blastfest is a very great source of live feeds. they just announced that the 78 multimillionaire lawyer that got blasted had a heart attack... one of the doctors said that 'heart attack' is a 'lay man' term and this was what's called a soft heart attack" hammy. Dude even got irritated stating that he was smarter than everyone there and obviously couldn't handle the pressure of having the press ask him or his associate questions which annoy his smartnesstivity.

i really enjoy this.

Blastmaster Cheney

you've probably heard the staff here at ldef refer to vp dick cheney in various negative terms such as "satan". welp satan moved up in my book, just a little bit ahead of stalin, with the news reports of his shotgun action while "hunting" this weekend :-) dear readers it seems that satan reads this blog and took to heart the dueling post. keep up the good work cheney and somebody keep him armed please.

RIP J Dilla

the lost art of dueling

upon much reflection i have come to the conclusion that aristocratic duels need to be reinstated. as barbaric as people view it they seem to forget that there a great advantage to this art which, if you don't mind me stating bluntly is: rich people killing each other. thus thinning out the 'untouchables' and making the world a better place.

thank you for your consideration

*bowing*

when should you throw in the towel?

what is the point where it's definitive to throw said towel in and get out of the fight? since life related things usually aren't of the broken bones, blurred vision and a constant flow of padded gloves heading for your torso and cranium (not to mention the absense of a cornerman) the question of when wraps itself deep with in life's constant enigma.


just a thought.

i'm addicted to google news

and a few moments ago i stumbled across this sony announcement that they were discontinuing those little robotic dogs called AIBO. The article mentioned that there were forums for AIBO owners and being a psp owner myself i just clicked on it to see what they were talking about there.... well *cough* i'm not judging but it's a rather interesting way of looking at a robot dog when you use adjectives like "LOVE" and everyone's signature has the names (full sometimes) of there little robotic dogs. check it out here.


'whatever floats your boat' right?

btw the outkast movie was pushed back, again. honestly since i'm over here the worst pain for me is that we won't get this damn album in our hands if they kept pushing back the movie and i want that album. btw what ever happened to the hbo movie with andre' playing a undertaker?

che

blue/gray & in between

a clue is what i don't have today as to why i'm in such of a blahish mood. there really isn't a great reason and since i have refused to subscribe to the 'holiday myth' since the late 80's i doubt it's the regular holiday let down/january blues. maybe it's the lack of focus, though focusing is what i'm constantly doing, or just the fact that today's (and tomorrow's) workload is the equivalent of... sorry today's lack of interest in all things doesn't allow snarky metaphors. anyhoo though i'd share, though this coming saturday night brings some light in this dark nordic winter (see redskins below). eh, i'm out.

Hail to the Redskins

how strange for me to do a wrap up without screaming at the top of my lungs that MY washington redskins are heading to the playoffs after a 5 week winning streak (making us the hellishly hottest team in in the nfl). first up to beat the crap out of is tampa, please watch and learn people..

early

happy 2006, christmas etc. i'm up at early, again wondering why the hell my body feels the need to place it's awake version above sleep mode at 5 am the last few mornings. since i've fallen off, yet again, i feel duty calls for a quickie wrap up.

went to nyc. it was cold, very cold. jet lag made me consider the good points of suicide and taxi rides (when you can effin' get one). chilled with will and introduced niklas to nyc. the concert was a sucess, both of them. missed the wifey and had horrible internet connectivity -- which sucks since one of my duties was to write a nyc blog for desofo (www.desofo.com) but that was more than far fetched since i got to know my yahoo mobile mail to respond to the emails that i could get. on the way back tried to switch plane tickets with someone who came with us. it was pretty simple I flew to Copenhagen then to Newark on the way up because i went to coworkers. on the way back i wanted to fly to stockholm instead of wasting 3 hours before getting to stockholm since that evening i was flying up to wifey's parents and jet lag needs to be treated like an adult. well tried with every branch of SAS and 5 mins before takeoff they gave said that they couldn't switch tickets but they'd bump me up to business class. no descriptions but intercontinental travel and i no longer look at each other the same.

flew up to wifey's the same day and worked off jet lag in the timewarp room that we stay in. christmas was eh and we left the next day for a bus *gag* trip back home to stockholm. cramped and it smelled like feet with all the fresh snow on the ground making it worse. got home and woke up to THE FLU for which i had the whole next week that i got here (thus blanking me out for a month). i'm still coughing, coughed right through new years btw but feel much better now thank you.

oh, we went and saw Narnia on thursday night and let's just say that they took appealing to the christian audience a little to seriously. it came off claustrophobic and unevenly paced whereas it should have been epic and flowing. the christian factor had it so halmark-y.

now to figure out why the hell i keep waking up so damn early.

only when i'm in NYC!

Jet lag is a b-i, seriously because 8 pm feels like 3 am etc. it's killing me though i'm tiredly happy that I'm in the greatest city period. mental note though, my swedish train pass may not quite work on the new york system (learned that today btw). i'm too sleepy to stick to a semi-coherent stee here but thought i'd lace my love cyberly for my NYC.

Geek speak

I don't know if it was the 6 plus hours standing in line for the PASV with 'unique' people or the fact that Chris and I had to gulp geek juice to understand the geek speak while trying to figure out our PASV (doing quite well I might add, thanks Chris) or if the sudden need to cyber share my thoughts via this nice bloc or everything together. Regardless of the reason I've dusted off my firebug and started using RSI feeds more seriously in the last 24 hours and catching up with everything that I stopped paying attention to. Regardless here are some of the great things that I've figured out.

- firebug is releasing it's new version today (1.5) though it might not support all of your plug-ins, right now.

- PASV has a new firmware release that no one is rushing to get, though it has cool as features on it like RSI feeds. After hearing about their feature that allows you to get TV to your PASV I might end up taking the plunge soon because the concept of my us stations sounds quite nice to me.


oh.. Kay

u.. *fumbling around an clearing throat*

that's all from me.

oh the CEO-lo danger mouse joint is getting at me right now.

New York, New York

finally! on my way back home to the beautifulness that is harlem in all it's grandeur. from the west indian spot with it's healthy proportions and loooong list of west indian 'remedy' drinks which claim to cure everything from hangovers to cancer. to the cats that hold down blocks harder than you'd hold down a job -- i'm saying dudes are at their locked spots at 5 in the morning till -- i can't friggin wait. minus the fact that i will be wifey-less throughout this experience.

lately things have been more than hectic, to say the least, and i've been in between inspired and burned out (which honestly would work better if a side were chosen), but still pushing through. in celebration for thanksgiving i went to an american spot and watched the game while 'diss-cussing' the "FACT" that swedish isn't a race. long story but eh. following that enlightening experience i got home at twelve and decided to do one of the nerdiest things of all time and head to a store opening which promised 50 PSP's for a third of the regular price. stood outside so long that my legs hurt for 24 hours after it but walked away with my brand new psp, mentioned below, and have been trying to figure this ish out since. it has a lot of possibilities but quite annoying (at times) to deal with since i've grown used to the simplicity of macs.

other things... oh, i've been neglecting my blog since it hasn't truly fit into the timeframe of my other-ness though those thoughts of 'i've got to put this on my blog' are starting to reenter my head. wifey is doing fine, though scarily influenced by the upcoming procreation product of our friends (due april) and talking more baby talk than i'd like to deal with. eh. i'll be okay. welp, i'll be keeping the blog-ism up as of now and will try and update it with my new york trip. not looking forward to the flight but i will kiss the ground, and random people, once there.

i've got to get my hands on the cee-lo joint and am rocking the ghost face quite hard right now, on the music side. co flow was dusted off and has had me feeling hoodie-headphones-walkman lately.

welp i'm out

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posting from my new psp

stood in line all night to get a psp for a super cheap price and have started to learn a few things, though help would be.. helpful

when redoing a song please listen people

saw this video of the 'new' Biggie song with Bob Marley and it's the worst rehash of a song ever. How did they think that 'Suicidal Thoughts' would work in this fashion? they obviously didn't friggin listen to the song.

courtesy of spinemagaine.com

disassociated thoughts mangled together in my mind

- i hope i get this Public Enemy interview today (who are performing here tonight), though the dream is starting to get deferred... julianne and kris warned me about this

- the poor GOP and it's sagging poll numbers *sniff*

- 60 gig video ipod, PSP.. *writing* dear santa...

- the cookie spot on my block will be rather happy to see me after all this time, the warm chocolate cookie jihadist

this weeks dumbest headline goes to:

"Hotel in Choas after blast"

really?! now who'dda thunk?

verge

with my "going, going, back, back to.." countdown at full speed ahead with red marks crossed carefully over the iCal i'm starting to feel a little better and just a little more focused. though the focus was there it was missing something...

black people in nyc be prepared for a 6'4 dude giving you random hugs.

france is on fire and i'm happy that it's spotlighting the serious issues that europe has with ignoring immigrants. sometimes you have to burn it to the ground to build it. of course to not mislead the millions of ldef readers we'd like to state that we don't believe in violent unrest, for the most part (seeing that nat turner is our blogwide hero).

oh! if you haven't heard my girl hope yet then you'll thank me now.

a jealous guy (c) john lennon

what a beautiful piece of eloquent insecurity/domestic abuse!

things worth commenting on: wifey's WHOLE family was here for the weekend though decibel levels were raised but an overall a nice moment and great breakfast.

- dem's with nuts? who knew

- nbc irks me right now because they came up with the perfect solution for me not being able to watch news but thanks to their fuck buddy microminisupersoft (who says size doesn't matter? have an apple) it doesn't work with macs :-(

- clockwork orange, yeah i know i was all late an ish but hey better than never. dope twisted masterpiece.

- countdown to nyc. i. can. not. wait.

time

found out yesterday that a classmate of mine from high school, who i actually would keep periodically in touch with, died. car accident saturday night and at just 30 she's gone. it's friggin sad, so sad. not in that corny way i tend to see where someone dies and the people who never uttered a word to them all of a sudden realize (seemingly for the first time) the fragility of life and speak of them like they were ace friend -- something i've always hated. dunno, i know death well but it has a tendency to surprise me and hurt in different ways each time. i could validate this post with memories of her etc but that's pointless the point is that time called another young soul.

*sigh*

produce

today i lounged doing not much while wifey found a phone booth and put an S on her chest doing pre-parents-coming-down-for-the-weekend cleaning. me? i didn't accomplish much but figured out a few things on garageband and did a quick track over my own beatboxing. besides neglecting my blog i've been rocking ish hard trying to get that 15 cent to turn into a dollar and didn't go out of town as planned this weekend. started figuring out how to use my Rokr phone though the sound is kinda tinny and i'm not quite sure as to how i feel about my tanya morgan being interrupted by business calls but we'll see.

got new glasses today and am adjusting to not having to look through scratches.


fun huh?

ventriloquist dummy incorporated

i fell off, this i state in the same manner that it is: a fact. i have been meaning to head over here and bless the millions and millions of ldef's faithful readers with something, anything but alas time and i haven't been working together. in fact today will be like all of the other days where minutes are indistinguishable from hours and days so here's a quicky version.


- wifey: cool peoples still though i doubt that she loves football and know she doesn't like björk (Vespertine in fall/winter is a must)

- the hurricane relief concert: amazingly pulled off and probably the hardest work i've ever done period. the concert was sick! and we're still not finished because we're having a charity auction next week (?) on the swedish version of ebay. more on that soon.

- i am coming back to the harlem soon! cookies, the A train -- how come no one told me they raised the price again??

- i forgot fellow ldef's oft less than sometime blue writer carress' bday and would like to apologize, soooo sorry.


welp that's the quicky version and if i didn't have so much to it wouldn't have been so quick... i can't help being a man!



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I Got Beef With Radio If I Don't Play Their Show

Soundwave: Strictly Laserbeak Status.

I don't like listening to the radio. I mean, if I wanted to hear the same eight songs over and over, I'd install ringtones on my phone. I usually wind up listening to the radio under two circumstances. The first is in a cab, which in New York City means that I can be listening to anything from country to talk radio to African chants, which is fine, as this is the type of shit I listen to all day anyway. The other way I get stuck listening to the radio is when I'm riding with one of my peeps and they misplaced, broke or sold the iPod cassette adapter for crack or something like that ("Nah, sun, what had happened was . . ."). This is not good as their CD collections routinely consist of nothing but mixtapes.

Sun, I can't listen to this shit.

Nah, we good. I got both kinds: talking and no talking.

So what is really being said is that we have a choice bewteen DJ's talking over random smatterings of songs that record labels apparently thought weren't good enough to put on an album (which is saying a lot these days), JR Writer vs. Papoose vs. Grafh: Who Got Next? hosted by The Mixtape Prince or the Hot 97 playlist on CD (with Reggaeton bonus tracks!).

At this point, I opt for the radio, which means that as we violate a few state laws (riding dirty, pastic cups, choking leaves--but, please, put on your seatbealt), we get to listen to the local Loudmouth Insecure Cockriding DJ (LICDJ) refer to himself in the third person, talk over songs and plug where he's playing that night: "We gonna do it real big at Club Ass Smackers. LICDJ on the ones and two. First 50 bitches to get they assess smacked get a free bottle of champagne. So get there early and wear yo' tightest ish!"

Best part is when the Hometown Famous Rapper (HFR) shows up and the cockriding begins in earnest:

LICDJ: I see you got the 2008 Monthy Python XL78 on 35's! You killin' them!

HFR: Yeah. You know how we do. Dalai Lama status.

LICDJ: Release! [Lets off space shuttle sound effect]

HFR: No more 34's.

LICDJ: You hear that Hometown? 34's are finished! 35's and up! Step your game up or get off the road!

HFR: Spend that cheese, spend that cheese. You gotta spend that cheese.

LICDJ: Release! [Lets off space shuttle sound effect]

HFR: I'ma be real with you, LICDJ. I'ma be real. I'm home, I'm in Hometown, my hometown, I can't lie. Last year, before I signed my deal and got the promise of getting 70 trillion dollars--because you know they don't give it to you all at once; they just promise to give it you you, and shit--can I say "shit" on the radio?

LICDJ: Oh no! You're causing problems. Sexy Jewish Lady Who Runs the Station is gonna call now! The red phone is gonna be ringing!

HFR: Sorry, SJLWRS. I ain't know I can't say "shit."

LICDJ: Oh no!

HFR: Shit.

LICDJ: Release! [Lets off space shuttle sound effect]

HFR: Oh fuck. Anyway . . .

LICDJ: Release! [Lets off space shuttle sound effect]

HFR: . . . I'ma keep it real with Hometown!

LICDJ: He's about to release y'all! [Lets off space shuttle sound effect]

HFR: Laserbeak status.

LICDJ: Hoo-hoo-hoo!! He said "Laserbeak status!" You heard that Hometown? No more Starscream. Strictly Leserbeak! [Lets off space shuttle sound effect]

HFR: Yeah. Dalai Lama status. I'ma keep it Laserbeak.

LICDJ: Speak on it. I'm just here to suck your dick.

[red phone rings]

BOTH: Oh shit.

LICDJ: Sorry, SJLWRS.

HFR: It's my fault, SJLWRS.

LICDJ: Release.

HFR: I'ma speak on it. I used to have the XL77. This was before I got that promise of 70 trillion. When I got that promise, because I have no concept of financial planning, I went right to the dealer and got a $600,000 car.

LICDJ: Whoo-hoo-hoo! $600,000! You hear that Hometown?! If you pushing anything less than half-a-mil, pull over when you see him. Tithe!

HFR: Yeah, man. I ain't even deal with the 77 no more--that's only $450,000. I'm a baller now. I gave it to my babymama. You know, donate that bit of change to Katrina victims or something.

LICDJ: Speaking of which . . .

HFR: Uh-huh.

LICDJ: . . . Hurricane Katrina . . .

HFR: Uh-huh.

LICDJ: . . devastated a lot of people . . .

HFR: Uh-huh.

LICDJ: . . .you're not part of the benefit concert.

HFR: Uh-huh.

LICDJ: Why is that?

HFR: Ummm, well, you know it's like this: I'm no hypocrite. You hear my album, it's all bitches and guns and money, yunnowhutI'msayn? Yeah, I threw on the one song about my moms and the other about my dead homies, but seriously, no one wants to listen to that. They just forward over that on the CD. The label made me put those songs on there.

LICDJ: This is real talk, Hometown.

HFR: I ain't gon' do no show where I'm performing no songs that no one want to hear. And I ain't gonna feel right doing songs like "More Ice Than You," "Shorty Wanna Pop" or "Kill You Twice" at no benefit concert, man. I can't be no hypocrite. I keep it Laserbeak.

LICDJ: Laserbeak status! He's releasing! [Lets off space shuttle sound effect]

HFR: Transform and roll out.

LICDJ: So, how does it feel when you rolling, you got no money in your pocket, but you get drinks free at the bar 'cause you a rapper--

FR: Don't forget the credit card.

LICDJ: The credit card?

HFR: Yeah. It goes against my budget. I gotta pay it back if my record doesn't do well.

LICDJ: Yes! They always get you with that! But we won't talk about that. Talk more about the car!

HFR: Well, it's the 2008. They ain't even mass produce them yet. Me, Robert Dinero and Bill Gates the only ones that got one.

LICDJ: That is so Laserbeak.

HFR: Baby African ostrich seats.

LICDJ: [Lets off space shuttle sound effect]

HFR: Genetically modified virgin muskrat fur on the floor.

LICDJ: [Lets off space shuttle sound effect]

HFR: Nuclear bomb-proof stained-glass crystal windows.

LICDJ: [Lets off space shuttle sound effect]

HFR: 48 karat gold steering wheel.

LICDJ: I'm not even talking. I'm just gonna say: [Lets off space shuttle sound effect] Release! [Lets off space shuttle sound effect]

HFR: The dash is pure Sycamore. Only cut from trees over 40,000 years old.

LICDJ: Whoo-hoo! Now let's talk about the album.

HFR: Oh man, it's heat. I got like 14,000 songs done, but I'm trying to pick the best 900. It's gonna be a quadruple BD. Strictly Blu-ray.

LICDJ: 14,000 songs. He's released, y'all!

HFR: Yeah. Cause, you know, I'm not a rapper. I'm a talker. I just talk to people. Any thing that rhymes, I say it. If I can spit it, you can get wit it.

LICDJ: Release! [Lets off space shuttle sound effect]

HFR: Laserbeak.

LICDJ: Whoo-hoo! We gotta pay some bills right now, but we'll be back with Hometown Famous Rapper after this commercial for our upcoming Party at Club Rape. Hometown Famous Rapper will be there. LICDJ on the wheels. It's gonna be so Dalai Lama.

HFR: Truly.

LICDJ: When we come back, I wanna talk to you about all the overused producers and features you have on your album, 'cause you know, no one makes an album by themselves anymore.

HFR: Laserbeak.

LICDJ: Pull over when you see him. Homage due.

HFR: Stay off the road.

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True this: The streets schooled us to spend our money foolish.

Do Something

being so far away from home has it's problems especially when something like katrina happens. before this i was frustrated that i couldn't have those bar conversations with during the elections, not there with my new york when the power was out and a plethora of other things that make it seem like i. should. have. been. there. nothing has made me feel like the past week, frustrated and far away, in a place so foreign so out of context. so not home. so sitting here combing through the news stores and watching internet feeds something snapped in me and i knew that i need, shit had to, do something!

so i started working on a Hurricane Relief Concert here in Sweden and pulled all stops, flicked through my address book and started making calls, hella calls. no more working-semi-patience-within-this-bullshit-swedish-system this was war, i hit up the hip hop community first with the thought that if they are going to use my music it's time for them to at least give back to this. luckly only one person i talked to tried to throw me off to which i explained that it was black music that fed their family and the south is where it was birthed so this isn't really a call 'asking'... anyway fuck 'em. the concert is starting to take shape and a lot of people want to give back, help, shit DO SOMETHING so i promise that i'll keep you all posted with the what's happening and hopefully someone hurt by the hurricane (and the inaction) can get a little help from sweden.

a suggestion: if your sitting around feeling frustrated and having watercooler convos about how fucking horrible it was stop and take the time to try to give back. fuck talk.

l

Reasonable Doubt

They shootin' -- nobody dyin'
Somebody better put somebody body on somebody iron
Sometime soon or somebody lyin'

I ain't buyin' that shit y'all shovelin'.

from cbs news this morning's Nancy Giles

(CBS) The fact that many of those suffering most in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina are poor, and black, has outraged a lot of people. Justifiably so, in the opinion of CBS News Sunday Morning Contributor Nancy Giles. Here is her commentary from Sept. 4, 2005:
After meeting with Louisiana officials last week, Rev. Jesse Jackson said: "Many black people feel that their race, their property conditions and their voting patterns have been a factor in the response." He continued: "I'm not saying that myself."

Then I'll say it.

If the majority of the hardest hit victims of Hurricane Katrina in New Orleans were white people, they would not have gone for days without food and water, forcing many to steal for mere survival.

Their bodies would not have been left to float in putrid water.

They would have been rescued and relocated a hell of a lot faster than this. Period.

I mean, reporters and crews are getting to stranded people, and government and military agencies can't? Why doesn't CNN run FEMA?

When I saw pictures of black people taking things from stores, my first thought was: "How are those Air Jordans necessary for your survival?"

Then it hit me: People needed shoes and clothing. Some escaped the floods with just the clothing on their backs

We have American citizens, not "refugees" from an underdeveloped country, still waiting for shelter.

Waiting.

Waiting.

You leave children, pregnant women, the elderly, even the able-bodied, in a city destroyed with no help, no food, no water, no electricity for three, four, five days? What would you do if your family was starving, and you saw people dying in the street?

And why didn't the stores in the disaster areas simply make their goods available to these desperate folks? Surely, they've got insurance.

Love thy neighbor. Didn't I read that somewhere?

The real war is not in Iraq, but right here in America. It's the War on Poverty, and it's a war that's been ignored and lost. An estimated 37 million Americans are living in poverty. New Orleans is one of the poorest cities in the country, with 40 percent of its children living in poverty. Mississippi has the highest poverty rate of any state. We've repeatedly given tax cuts to the wealthiest, and left our most vulnerable American citizens to basically fend for themselves.

The whole world is watching. And once again, a day late and a dollar short, words of wisdom from our president: "This is a huge task that we're dealing with." "These are tough times." "Give cash."

Once again, he finds the photo op: Some black folks to hug, some white men in Mississippi to bond with. He flies over the messy parts of New Orleans, waves and leaves.

The president has put himself at risk by visiting the troops in Iraq, but didn't venture anywhere near the Superdome or the Convention Center, where thousands of victims, mostly black and poor, needed to see that he gave a damn.