Its Friday and instead of hitting you beautiful people with something deep and thought provoking like why you really need to be paying attention to Rupert Murdoch’s takeover of the Wallstreet Journal (more of a Monday convo anyway), I’m doing like the music industry and re-releasing the Hip Hop Deathmatch post with a few updated mash ups.
Kick back, relax, the fridge is full and the bar is fully stocked (top shelf only in my house). TGIF fuckers.
While most bets are on whether Kevin Durant or Greg Oden will be the No 1 pick tonight, I have to point out that it really doesn’t matter since its practically a guarantee that neither will win a championship next season. Since 2000, not a single #1 Draft pick has won a championship. LeBron got closest this year, but close doesn’t put a ring on your finger. What is a definite guarantee, however, is that both of them (and quite a few others) will become obscenely rich teenagers.
That’s right. They were born in 1988.
Giving yesterdays post a bit more thought, I considered how much money could be made with some Hip Hop Death Matches, thus I came up with some first round fantasy beat down match ups. Rules are simple: get in the ring and start beating each other (no weapons), last one standing is the victor. (more…)
Seeing two grown men go at it always gets a laugh. Of course, I don’t mean in the Weezy loves his daddy kinda way, but late at night, after the club has closed and two knuckleheads who’ve been lingering in the parking lot start beefing, for a second or two its kinda funny. As long as a slightly sober member of the crew can break it up before things get too heated and weapons (weapons aren’t funny) come out, its slightly amusing, in the same way all those home videos are people falling on America’s Funniest Home Videos.
I was up with the sun this morning, preparing breakfast for you heathens: scrambling eggs, baking muffins, flipping pancakes, frying turkey bacon, stirring grits, the whole nine. Make no mistake – it’s a “No Poptarts Friday” up in Southern Comfort.
I checked to make sure the fridge was stocked Ruby Red Grapefruit Juice for landLORD, and water and B-12 for Big Homie’s hangover; brewed a pot of coffee for Mac, pored myself a cup of rose tea and sat to read the paper as everything simmered and marinated in breakfast goodness.
Today marks the official start of summer. If the weather where you are is anything like it is around my way, it’s been hot as a hell for a good minute, so this isn’t really shocking news.
By now most of you are familiar with the Genarlow Wilson story. For those of you living under a rock-here is the quick and dirty summary-he was a 17 year old football player in GA, got blown by his girlfriend, people found out, freaked out, charged his with statutory rape, and being that this was in Georgia and he was back and she was white, he was sentenced to prison for 10 years. Recently there has been a reversal in the sentence and a judged ordered him freed. Being that this Georgia, he’s Black and she’s white, another judge has overruled that order and it’s all up in the air.
In Miami, another 18 year old football player was charged with statutory rape for once again, being blown by his 14 year old girlfriend. Due to the fact they were both Black, this didn’t get quite as much national attention; however it has created quite a scandal because the charges came about just prior to the sate championship game for which the football player was needed, and now claims are being made of a school wide sex scandal cover up saying the placed precedence over winning a state championship rather than screwing up a kid’s life for getting blown by his girlfriend. This one is still up in the air as well, although now the principal is being indicted. Heads are rolling. (he he)
In 1984 George Orwell predicted a society where the masses were under constant surveillance by governments (a belief followed by many theorists, both before and after him). Every move was watched, thoughts were monitored, and freedom was only a rumor of days gone by. Within all these theories, the supposition remained that Big Brother would force such pervasive observation techniques on the masses; however it would appear that in 2007 the masses are quickly embracing such a totalitarian society by means of our own free will and desire for cool stuff and the illusion of safety and creature comforts.
Click the image for a great piece about the rising voice of the Hip Hop generation in Latin America.
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Photography by Noelle Theard
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