I will grant you that there are many more pleasurable things, but when it comes to the little things in life, there is nothing more rewarding than going through the trash and finding that thing you so desperately feared was gone forever. Phew on that one. . . .
At any rate, it's Monday, and while that would normally instill a feeling of agony over the fact that one is either A) looking at a long work week or 2) looking at a week of needing to create one's own productivity, today I'm psyched. Oh I've got work to do, but last night, I finished an arduous, tedious (but still interesting) project that has taken me far longer than I would have expected. Consider the mad scientist emerged from his lab. No, I'm nowhere near done with it, but the weight does feel lifted from the shoulders, and at least its now at a point where I feel I can leave it be and focus on other neglected things.
Picked up a few new SG friends here. Wuddup.
I saw Common and Talib Kweli in concert this weekend. Headliners for a local DJ battle hosted by the legendary DMC, Darryl Mac himself. Common's set was the same as his previous show (promoting "Be"), but I think I enjoyed this show better, especially just from DMC being there. Seriously, Hip Hop came to the area where I grew up maybe once or twice a year, and to see guys like Run-D.M.C., Public Enemy, and Stetsasonic, as a kid who didn't even live among Black folk, let alone in a big city like NYC -- these guys were my superheroes. I really consider it an accomplishment in my life that I got to see these groups in their heyday -- like I was part of something then. Even if just as a spectator, I was there, and that makes it legit.
Now that I'm older, as I have more perspective and insight into the fact that these guys, from Chuck D, Jam Master Jay (R.I.P.), DMC, Ricky "the Dragon" Steamboat, the Bezerker (the first wrestler I ever met), Bill Cosby, Rich Little. . . These guys were just everyday people with some talent that earned them a few moments in the limelight, but dammit, they're STILL my superheroes. And I love that fact. So to see a childhood idol like DMC on stage, almost 20 years after those indelable memories, still getting the props he deserves, that's more meaningful than the biggest production value money could buy.
No doubt a few of you hold some superheroes near and dear. Who, pray tell? Are they still around? Do they still do it for you (I admit, DMC didn't have it like he used to, but the fact that he's still around). Sound off. . . .
In other news, give it up for hot debuts from
Alukh, Harley, and Mayana (oh that gaze of hers), another gem from Fraiya (now there's a woman with a shoe fetish), and a foxy video from Kade. How appropriate is it to quote the Devastating Mic Control when I say "Goddamn that DJ made my day!"
And by the way, Kanye was right -- George Bush doesn't care about Black people.
At any rate, it's Monday, and while that would normally instill a feeling of agony over the fact that one is either A) looking at a long work week or 2) looking at a week of needing to create one's own productivity, today I'm psyched. Oh I've got work to do, but last night, I finished an arduous, tedious (but still interesting) project that has taken me far longer than I would have expected. Consider the mad scientist emerged from his lab. No, I'm nowhere near done with it, but the weight does feel lifted from the shoulders, and at least its now at a point where I feel I can leave it be and focus on other neglected things.
Picked up a few new SG friends here. Wuddup.
I saw Common and Talib Kweli in concert this weekend. Headliners for a local DJ battle hosted by the legendary DMC, Darryl Mac himself. Common's set was the same as his previous show (promoting "Be"), but I think I enjoyed this show better, especially just from DMC being there. Seriously, Hip Hop came to the area where I grew up maybe once or twice a year, and to see guys like Run-D.M.C., Public Enemy, and Stetsasonic, as a kid who didn't even live among Black folk, let alone in a big city like NYC -- these guys were my superheroes. I really consider it an accomplishment in my life that I got to see these groups in their heyday -- like I was part of something then. Even if just as a spectator, I was there, and that makes it legit.
Now that I'm older, as I have more perspective and insight into the fact that these guys, from Chuck D, Jam Master Jay (R.I.P.), DMC, Ricky "the Dragon" Steamboat, the Bezerker (the first wrestler I ever met), Bill Cosby, Rich Little. . . These guys were just everyday people with some talent that earned them a few moments in the limelight, but dammit, they're STILL my superheroes. And I love that fact. So to see a childhood idol like DMC on stage, almost 20 years after those indelable memories, still getting the props he deserves, that's more meaningful than the biggest production value money could buy.
No doubt a few of you hold some superheroes near and dear. Who, pray tell? Are they still around? Do they still do it for you (I admit, DMC didn't have it like he used to, but the fact that he's still around). Sound off. . . .
In other news, give it up for hot debuts from
Alukh, Harley, and Mayana (oh that gaze of hers), another gem from Fraiya (now there's a woman with a shoe fetish), and a foxy video from Kade. How appropriate is it to quote the Devastating Mic Control when I say "Goddamn that DJ made my day!"
And by the way, Kanye was right -- George Bush doesn't care about Black people.
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I wish you had caught Jay Leno last night. I don't usually watch him, but Wanda Sykes was on, and she delivered the most hilarious routine on how black people have gotten the shaft from Bush in the Katrina situation. I was laughing so hard I was crying.