Haircuts

A checkerpixel combination of this photo and this photo, each by and belonging entirely to Angelica (my favorite photographer).

I like the way they blend.

Followup to yesterday’s bit.

[Obama!]

The paradox of (good) rap lyrics is that their meaning should be analyzed with the same attention that we assign the written word. However, being intimately bound to a tempo and rhyme, they’re not meant to be “read.” While I’m in no way implying that I write good lyrics (jk), the best thing I can recommend for absorbing them outside of a beat (until I get back in the snagglebooth with Paul) is reading aloud. Your call though.

Summertime, parents are good
But a child could cry
Sometimes it’s like battle with a thousand-eyed beast
That breathes clouds of aldehyde
Leaves out the window five flights up
The skylight
So he ducks in the rain of shatter glass back down inside
That monster on the table labeled: “Drink Me”
He’s gotta struggle not to bow, comply
Not sure if he can quit
Though he’s vowed to try
‘Cause there ain’t much to like about himself
But he’s proud of ‘Dry’.

(This text by Patrick Fisher is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.)

We’re back in it. How’s Election Day?

The paradox of (good) rap lyrics is that their meaning should be analyzed with the same attention that we assign the written word. However, being intimately bound to a tempo and rhyme, they’re not meant to be “read.” While I’m in no way implying that I write good lyrics (jk), the best thing I can recommend for absorbing them outside of a beat (until I get back in the snagglebooth with Paul) is reading aloud. Your call though.

He’s not exactly alcoholic
He’s just got a bad habit to brawl with fists
And not recall it
Bar crawlin’ until he skins what’s in his wallet
On the weekends
And the winter, summer and fall shit.
The right number to call, a suit and tie
Change into it in the stall:
Unclean.
He’s tryin’ to trade in the rye fluid
The first safe occasion to rise to it
He’ll drive through it
Like he did before the breathalyzer in his ride
Got lied to
‘No, I ain’t sober. Why don’t I care?
My Range Rover could tear through a red light
And five Buicks
So what if I blew it above limit
Got thumbprinted and sent up for one minute?
Who’d I kill?’
Then they showed him.

(This text by Patrick Fisher is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.)

Just got back from a (very)-late-night run/bike with St. Valiant. Good weather. We explored (walked through) a cemetery past the newly-named Rocket Mountain and then rescinded north. Need to do that more often.

Based on observations made of Valiant and Chung, my “fuckbubbles” (a synonym) is working its way into the lexicon. “No, like…when you’re smashed… ‘fuckbubbles’ is how you are.” I couldn’t be more proud.

My music snobbery (which I—hypocritically—deplore in others) has recently found itself manifest in a new Secret Theory:

Some song titles are actually allusions to how many times they should be experienced in an evening a day.

(I just care too much is all.)

4. Apparently, I can effortlessly confuse Philadelphia and Connecticut, despite there being obvious differences between the two territories. For instance, Philadelphia is that one state, and Connecticut is that one other one. (How’d I mess that up?) It shouldn’t happen again.

XVII Sha Stimuli has a new tape out (thanks 2Dope!)! Why am I mentioning this? Well, if you’ve forgotten, Mr. Stimuli also did this (maybe the best mixtape of ‘08). Go show some love.

Finally, by way of BoingBoing (where I find everything that is cool), here is exactly what I’m talking about.

My uncle sent me a postcard from Istanbul! I’ll scan and post it here as soon as I’m back on the Windows again.

If you were wondering, here’s the cricket bat in poor-picture-quality context:

(Department of Justice Phillipines is the brand.)

What’s new?

I hope everyone had a good Halloween. I didn’t do shit, but I did assist with Jorna’s—kinda amazing—interpretation of Michelangelo:

and my roommate’s thought-of-four-hours-prior Marty McFly:

Yes, that vest is made of paper.

“[Mei and the Kittenbus] concentrates on the character of Mei Kusakabe from the original film and her adventures one night with the Kittenbus (offspring of the Catbus from the film) and other cat-oriented vehicles.” (Source.)

Hahaha “cat-oriented vehicles” lmao

Why is that so funny?

We found an old cricket bat on the SRC field.

A city is not all sad stories.
(Some of them are nervous and hopeful!)

Note: Seeing as this was supposed to be a weekly shindig, we’re doin’ alright! (Odd lot of punctuation though.) If I can keep up this momentum, I’ll be pretty happy.

The paradox of (good) rap lyrics is that their meaning should be analyzed with the same attention that we assign the written word. However, being intimately bound to a tempo and rhyme, they’re not meant to be “read.” While I’m in no way implying that I write good lyrics (jk), the best thing I can recommend for absorbing them outside of a beat (until I get back in the snagglebooth with Paul) is reading aloud. Your call though!

It takes a year to get the forms filed.
The morning of,
She practices her warm smiles
Hopes she’ll love her
Just as much as any born child
Would her mother
She parks her car by the clinic, sits in it
Tries to breathe, finds
Butterflies hard to diminish
She couldn’t know her at the start.

But she’s pretty sure her heart says:
It’s cool, she’ll go to the finish.
She’s confident.
Hope’s tough to trust though
When some fosters foster an environment that’s cutthroat
It’s just close
Immediate, it scares her
But she believes that she’s really prepared
To take care of her.
Sandals if she rocks the open-toe
If she runs: socks.
She’ll compose little notes for her lunchbox.
How is anyone
Supposed to be hers?
Approaches the steps, whisper
Rehearses her first words:

“Hi, I’m gonna be your mom.”

(This text by Patrick Fisher is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.)