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.