Thursday, September 29, 2011

Pic of the Day

Chicago River

Movie of the Day

Title: Road to Perdition
Director: Sam Mendes
Writer: David Self
Starring: Tom Hanks, Paul Newman, Jude Law, Daniel Craig, Tyler Hoechlin




Song of the Day

Title: Clipse of Doom
Artist: Ghostface Killah feat. Trife Da God
Album: Fishscale



[Ghostface Killah]
Ayo, turn those lights down while I'm recording
Matter 'fact y'all niggaz get the fuck out the room, G
Straight up, sipping on that bullshit Budweiser.
Nah'mean yo...what? Fuck you too nigga.
'Kind of pants you got on motherfucker, capris?
Bitch ass nigga, go get ya feet done
Eat a dick nigga.

[Verse 1]
Catch me in the 80's drop
Old school Mercedes with a brand new baby glock
Right from my lady's sock, with two bodies on it
Capricorn, Aquarius
Lost so much blood, these bitch niggaz in they periods
They say I be living the role, like Pac in Juice
And only fuck with fly bitches that get fly and boost
And they ears be chandelliers, lit up like a lamp, who cares?!
They cooch is fierce, the only thing loose is hairs
That's right y'all, if a rap nigga say my name I'mma fight y'all
Fuck a state, light charge
My predicate status, irrelevant
My man got the big rap sheet that's outweighing two elephants
Jumbo shits from New Orleans
Players and pimps that bit off fiends
Quick, switch with the hands, powder blue Wally's is dyed, vanilla Bally's is mean
Kid, none of y'all motherfuckers fuck with my team, uh.

[Chorus: Trife Da God]
Ayo we the live niggaz holdin' heat on the street corners
Sic the beasts on you, turning mothers to mourners
Money launderers, neighborhood coroners, place bodies in bags
Tango with dirty cash, cocaine jacks
"Kings of the Hill," out to blow like propane gas
Package the raw, Theodore, we got the game on smash
'Cause we cut from the same cloth
Big guns ready to bang off
Slide off the cables and take the rings off.

[Verse 2]
We hold the weight of four synagogues
Jelly'd uptown in them beat down rented cars
Going mad wetting 'em
Milk cash, heavy tecs, hood rats, sexin' 'em
Paris crew, little dudes, please, I was reppin' 'em
Niggaz couldn't come through (word)
That's when the block was like wallpaper, loved sticking niggaz like crazy glue
Blackouts happened, God forbid don't be around
The bag lady will murk you and let off in the next town
She struck two times, get caught, good luck blood, it ain't no heines
Blow a hockey puck hole in the back of your spine
She put two cut up mirrors in the place of your eyes
So when the cops look they see theyselves, they all gon' die
Its the tale of the crips and bloods, pimps and thugs
Get your face bashed in on the concrete rug
And on that note I'mma say peace
Theodore! Word to Darryl Mack's teeth

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Yo, ayo I'll break every bone in your wrist
Smack you in the back of your head on the block while you holding your dick
My semi, they call it the crouching tiger
A hundred bowls of Total is trash, because my lead eat through fibers
Peel your potato like Arriada
On the day of your death people had candles but couldn't find no lighter
Fuck your mural, fuck your hood
You ain't a street legend like me
Blake Carrington holding the Dynasty
I muffle motherfuckers up like Meineke
And write a thousand bar verse that all rhymes with 'E'
Jewel theif, Shizzam bangles, in the vault deep
And cruisin' desserts mad heavy into salt treats
I'm the taste in Bush's mouth, nasty
Afghanistan missions, gun training in the grassy fatigues
Picking niggaz off by the Red Sea
And did it all for dough, sniffin' on caffeine.

Artist of the Day

Pierre Bonnard, 1867-1947, French painter and printmaker




Thought of the Day

Most people who get cosmetic surgery must be desperately vain, shallow, and insecure. How could anyone be so dissatisfied with a part of their body that they would have someone "enhance" it with foreign substances to make it look "better"? I don't find fake breasts sexy, regardless of how "perfect" they look. I find them laughable. I'm assuming any reasonable man feels the same way. The worst cosmetic surgery trend though is muscle enhancement. I saw this show on MTV where guys were getting calf and pec implants. It was the most absurd and pathetic thing I've seen in recent memory. The substance used in this surgery is called synthol, which is 85% oil, 7.5% lidocaine, and 7.5% alcohol. What would happen if you poked these goofy bastards in their fake muscles with a low gage needle? I'd love to try it one day and watch the ensuing oily mess.

Quote of the Day

The most stringent protection of free speech would not protect a man from falsely shouting fire in a theater and causing a panic. - Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Terence McKenna

Best Prank Ever

Pic of the Day

Rebecca Romijn

Movie of the Day

Title: The Full Monty
Director: Peter Cattaneo
Writer: Simon Beaufoy
Starring: Robert Carlyle, Mark Addy, William Snape, Steve Huison, Tom Wilkinson, Paul Barber, Hugo Speer

Song of the Day

Title: Will Do
Artist: TV on the Radio
Album: Nine Types of Light



It might be impractical
To seek out a new romance
We won't know the actual
If we never take the chance
I'd love to collapse with you
And ease you against this song
I think we're compatible
I see that you think I'm wrong

But anytime will do
My love
Anytime will do
No choice of words will break me from this rule
Anytime will do
My love
Anytime will do
What choice of words will take me back to you?

Your love makes a fool of you
You can't seem to understand
Our heart doesn't play by rules
And love has it's own demands
But I'll be there to take care of you
If ever you should decide
But you don't want to waste your life
In the middle of a lovesick lullaby

Anytime will do
My love
Anytime will do
No choice of words will break me from this rule
Anytime will do
My love
Anytime will do
What choice of words will take me back to you?

Oh my reddest rose, caldera, set it off
How your fire grows hermosa caldera glistening
Through your fussed blows careen your caldera set it off
As your body flows the second hand flashes passes
Over your skin like time

Anytime will do
My love
Anytime will do
My love
Anytime will do
My love
Anytime will do
My love
Anytime will do
No choice of words will break me from this rule
Anytime will do
No choice of words will break me from this rule
Anytime will do
No choice of words will break me from this rule
Anytime will do
No choice of words will break me from this rule
Anytime will do
What choice of words will take me back to you?

Artist of the Day

James Rosenquist, 1933-present, American pop artist




Thought of the Day

I can't believe politicians have the nerve to ask ordinary people for campaign donations. Ordinary people need to start asking politicians for some damn grocery money.

Quote of the Day

Fear the goat from the front, the horse from the rear, and man from all sides. - Russian proverb

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Alan Watts and "Checking Out of the Game"

Pic of the Day

Alicia Keys

Movie of the Day

Title: Dennis the Menace
Director: Nick Castle
Writer: John Hughes
Starring: Walter Matthau, Mason Gamble, Joan Plowright, Christopher Lloyd, Lea Thompson, Robert Stanton



Song of the Day

Title: Pumped Up Kicks
Artist: Foster the People
Album: Torches




Robert's got a quick hand.
He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan.
He's got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth he's a cowboy kid.
Yeah, he found a six shooter gun.
In his dad's closet hidden in a box of fun things, and I don't even know what.
But he's coming for you, yeah he's coming for you.

[Chorus x2:]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

Daddy works a long day.
He be coming home late, yeah he's coming home late.
And he's bringing me a surprise.
'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice.
I've waited for a long time.
Yeah the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger,
I reason with my cigarette,
And say your hair's on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeah.

[Chorus x2:]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

[Whistling]

[Chorus x3:]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

Artist of the Day

Phil Borges, 1942-present, social documentary photographer




Thought of the Day

Does anyone actually root for the matador in a bullfight?

Quote of the Day

It was the Law of the Sea, they said. Civilization ends at the waterline. Beyond that, we all enter the food chain, and not always right at the top. - Hunter S. Thompson

Monday, September 26, 2011

Pic of the Day

Ben Franklin Bridge

Movie of the Day

Title: Face/Off
Director: John Woo
Writers: Mike Werb, Michael Colleary
Starring: John Travolta, Nicolas Cage, Joan Allen, Alessandro Nivola, Gina Gershon, Dominique Swain



Song of the Day

Title: Fo Yo Sorrows
Artist: Big Boi feat. Too Short and George Clinton
Album: Sir Lucious Left Foot: The Son of Chico Dusty



[George Clinton - Intro]
This is that dope-on-dope, smoke but don't choke on
It's the shit, clearly blunt junkies have been known to croak
Unless them toke of it's, THE BOOOOOOMB!

[Chorus]
For those who think life is unfair
'cause I blow my smoke in the air
As if no one is standin there
Then I'll roll one tonight, fo' yo' sorrows
In my chair, as I sit back smiling from ear to ear
With a fistful of your girlfriend's hair
Yes, she'll blow one tonight, fo' yo' sorrows

[Big Boi]
Daddy Fat Sacks back on the scene
Money shot to a Three movies
But everything's straight like 9:15
It's back to the time machine, I believe
Back to the rhymin, back to the stick
Back to the hi-hat, tsk tsk kick
Slap, y'all nigga better think that was it
We everywhere (BEEEITCH~!)
..Like the air you breathe
Got 'em stuck like Chuck into what we weave
Like a lace front wig stuck to the forehead
Best believe I'll change the steeds
Take the lead, change the speed
Slow it down just for the sport
Nigga, ONE of my favorite rappers happens to be Too $hort

[Too $hort]
Now everybody wanna sell dope (SELL DOPE)
Got a P, got a pound, got some hoes (..NOPE!)
Jesse Jackson had a lil' bit of hope, for the folks
On a roll, back in nineteen eighty fo' (EIGHTY FO'?)
BEEEITCH~!

[Chorus]

[Big Boi]
Just to let you know that everything is straight
I say stank you very much 'cause we appreciate the hate
Now go get yourself a handgun, you fuckin wit a great
Put it to your mouth and squeeze it like your morning toothpaste {*gunshot*}
Kill yo'self like Sean Kingston, suicidal for a title
My recitals are vital and maybe needed for survival
Like the Bible or any other good book that you read
Why are 75% of our youth readin magazines?
'Cause they used to fantasy, and that's what they do to dream
Call it fiction addiction 'cause the truth is a heavy thing!
'member when the levee scream, made the folks evacua-ezz
Yeah, I'm still speakin about it 'cause New Orleans ain't clean
When we shout Dirty South, I don't think that is what we mean
I mean, it mean the rough, the tough, the DANGEROUS, we reign SUPREME
Can slaughter entire teams with the ink that my pen bleeds
B-I-G, B-O-I - nigga, please!

[Chorus]

[George Clinton - Bridge, then Outro]
Don't want no girlfriends
Just need my dope (I just need my dope)
One foot on the world when, I'm behind in my smoke
(I'm behind in my smoke)
On the back burner, you can just simmer around
But on the front burner, you betta burn, a fat one
(Roll it up...fire that shit up)
A fat one - fire it up!
A fat, fat, fat one..

This is that dope-on-dope, smoke but don't choke on
It's the shit, c-c-clearly blunt junkies have been known to croak-oak-oak
Unless them toke of it's, THE BOOOMB!
Bombardin the brain, the bong infinitely plays the place to come
Came and went, hindbells spent, b-b-b-b-bent
Take another huff and puff and choke and toke
Icky sticky sticky and stuff a bowl and
pack a pipe, twist a blunt roll, light a JOINT!
'Cause this is the dope-on-dope...some GOOD shit...
Yeaaaaaaahh...Lean back and puff slow...

Artist of the Day

David Carson, 1954-present, American graphic designer




Thought of the Day

There's nothing more satisfying than seeing someone fall face first on a Segway.

Quote of the Day

Don't tell fish stories where the people know you; but particularly, don't tell them where they know the fish. - Mark Twain

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Pic of the Day

Scrambling Randall

Movie of the Day

Title: He Got Game
Director: Spike Lee
Writer: Spike Lee
Starring: Denzel Washington, Ray Allen, Milla Jovovich, Rosario Dawson, John Turturro, Jim Brown



Song of the Day

Title: He Got Game
Artist: Public Enemy
Album: He Got Game Soundtrack



If man is the father
The son is the center of the Earth
In the middle of the universe
Then why? is this verse comin'
Six times rehearsed
Don't freestyle much
But I write 'em like such…word
Amongst the fiends
Controlled by the screens
What does it all mean
All this shit I'm seein'...ha ha
Human beings scream vocal javelins
Signs of a local nigga unravelin'...Uh huh
My wandering
Got my ass wondering
Where Christ is
In all this crisis
Hatin' Satan
Never knew what nice is
Check the papers
While I bet on Isis
More than your eye can see
And ears can hear
Year by year
All the sense disappears
Nonsense perseveres
Prayers laced wit fear
Beware
2 triple 0 is near

CHORUS:
It might feel good
It might sound a lil' somethin
But damn the game
If it don't mean nuttin'
What is game who got game
Where's the game
In life
Behind the game
Behind the game
I got game
She got game
We got game
They got game
He got game
It might feel good
It might sound a lil' somethin'
But fuck the game
If it ain't sayin' nuttin'

Verse 2:
Damn was it somethin I said
Pretend you don't see
So you turn your head
Race scared of it's shadow
Does it matter?
Thought of reperations
Got em' playin' wit the population
Nothing to lose
Everything's approved
People used
Even murders excused
White men in suits
Don't have to jump
Still there's 1001 ways
To lose wit the shoes
God takes care of ol' folks and fools
While the devil takes care
Of makin' all the rules
Folks don't even own themselves
Payin' mental rent
To corporate presidents
1 outta 1 million residents
Being dissident
Who ain't kissin' it
The politics of chains and whips
Got the sick
Missin' chips and all the championships
What's love got to do
Wit what you got
Don't let a win get to your head
Or a loss to your heart
Nonsense perseveres
Prayers laced wit fear
Beware
2 triple O is near

CHORUS

Yeah that's right everybody got game
We just here to let you all know
That PE is in full effect til' the year 2000 yo
My man sing it.

Interlude:
There’s something happenin' here
What it is ain't exactly clear
There’s a man with a gun over there
(Yeah that’s right ha ha)
Telling me that I got to beware
It's time we stopped children
What’s that sound everybody look
What’s going down

Hey yo...
I don't think they heard ya Steve
Sing it again kick it to them again
One more time

It's time we stopped children
What’s that sound everybody look
What’s going down
It's time we stopped children
What’s that sound everybody look
What’s going down

That's right boy PE in full effect boy
Til' the year 2000 yo

Background:
Stop look what's that sound (come on sing it)
Everybody knows what's goin down (Here we go again yo)
Stop look what's that sound (Hey hey)
Everybody knows what's goin down

These are some serious times
That we livin' in G
And our new world order
Is about to begin
You know what I’m sayin
Now the question is…
Are you ready for the real revolution?
Which is the evolution of the mind
If you seek then you shall find
That we all come from the divine
You dig what I’m sayin
Now if you take heed to the words of wisdom
That are written on the walls of life
Then universally we will stand
And divided we will fall
Cause love conquers all
You understand what I’m sayin
This is a call to all you sleepin' souls
WAKE UP and be in control of your own CYCLE
And be on the lookout for those spirit snipers
Trying to steal your light
You know what I’m sayin
Look what's inside yourself and
PEACE, give thanks, live life and believe
You dig me
You got me

Artist of the Day

Linda Brunker, 1966-present, Irish sculptor




Thought of the Day

The show "Are You Smarter Than A 5th Grader?" starkly misrepresents what was taught in elementary school. I've watched the show a few times and there were several questions about things I know I never learned in elementary school. Unless the curriculum has drastically changed since I was in 5th grade, the title of the show needs to be changed to "Are You Smarter Than A High School Honors Student?"

Quote of the Day

Courage is the most important of all the virtues, because without courage you can't practice any other virtue consistently. You can practice any virtue erratically, but nothing consistently without courage. - Maya Angelou

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Pic of the Day

Mavericks surf

Movie of the Day

Title: V For Vendetta
Director: James McTeigue
Writer: Larry and Andy Wachowski
Starring: Hugo Weaving, Natalie Portman, Stephen Rea, John Hurt

Song of the Day

Title: Family First
Artist: Mac Miller feat. Talib Kweli
Album: Piffsburgh Vol. 2



[Verse 1 - Mac Miller]
Dealing with everybody’s opinion
Trying to do me
Only down one, I’m in the final
Shooting threes
Like I don’t give a fuck
Music we fuck, switch the position up
We love the things that keep on
Bringing out the kids in us
Been working all my life to do some different stuff
For people to say I’m young and haven’t lived enough
To say I haven’t lived enough
I’m on the road, my girl so sad I’m gone
It’s hard when I can’t even find the time to call my mom
When she thinks I’m going Hollywood
I guess she probably should
It seems like people see the bad and don’t acknowledge good
I feel the shade but I can see the sun, it’s cool
I got the time to feel the need to run, a fool
Is what I’ve become, young and I’m dumb
Been spending cake to get some bump in the trunk
Drums with a pump like some Reeboks
See me from the treetops
They worry but they need not
Heating like a teapot
Now I think I’m cool cause I got a pair of shoes
A mug dog, a jacket with a Polo logo
My cup always filled with Henny
So no Four Loco
They should know, so
I could go slow, you see that I’m smooth now
Used to ignore me
They study what I do now
With some help from Kweli
And it’s Like on the beat
It's cool to say my cypher complete

[Verse 2 - Talib Kweli]
Word, I’m so sick with the verbs I use
The words to heal us
They love how I kill it on stage, man
Murder theaters
No wonder they call it a bunk, I sleep in a coffin
Dead tired
Exhausted from how often I be touring
So gangsta, like the occupation of Made Men
Creating chaos, my operation is mayhem
The movie never stopped, the frame change over
We add a Mac to the wolfpack: hangover
That Hen is not a friend
I’m on that Lagavulin
Whatever substance, I abuse it like a grown man
You're not a kid no more
Don’t want to hold your hand
And Four Loko make you shoulder-lean like a Dro fan
Go ham, like Abraham reading all the signs
Oh yeah, and don’t forget to call your moms
Same thing I told Bow Wow last year
Take care of the fam
Cause it’s all we really have here...

Artist of the Day

Edgar Degas, 1834-1917, French painter, sculptor, and printmaker




Thought of the Day

Why is the military opposed to accepting openly gay soldiers? I figure homosexual men would make excellent soldiers. I'd much rather be fighting along side a gay man than a straight one. I'm sure a gay dude would be much more willing to take a bullet for me than a straight guy.

Quote of the Day

In general, the art of government consists of taking as much money as possible from one class of citizens to give to another. - Voltaire

Friday, September 23, 2011

L.A. Police Officer Confronts CIA Director, Receives B.S. Response

Pic of the Day

Watts Towers

Movie of the Day

Title: Cool Runnings
Director: Jon Turteltaub
Writer: Lynn Siefert
Starring: Leon Robinson, Doug E. Doug, Malik Yoba, Rawle D. Lewis, John Candy



Song of the Day

Title: I Know The Truth
Artist: Pretty Lights

Artist of the Day

David LaChapelle, 1963-present, American photographer




Thought of the Day

I wish people still wore FUBU. For some reason I have fond memories of LL Cool J wearing FUBU jerseys in the 90s. Fashion isn't the same as it used to be.

Quote of the Day

A nation that is afraid to let its people judge the truth and falsehood in an open market is a nation that is afraid of its people. - John F. Kennedy

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Artist of the Day

Gustave Courbet, 1819-1877, French Realist painter




Thought of the Day

I don't know why, but the fact hospitals are so sterile actually repels me. There's something unsettling about a place being too clean.

Quote of the Day

I'd like to see Paris before I die. Philadelphia will do. - Mae West

Monday, September 19, 2011

More Socratic Wisdom From Joe Rogan

Pic of the Day

Big Sur

Movie of the Day

Title: Mars Attacks!
Director: Tim Burton
Writer: Jonathan Gems
Starring: Jack Nicholson, Lukas Haas, Annette Bening, Jim Brown, Pierce Brosnan, Sarah Jessica Parker, Glenn Close, Martin Short, Michael J. Fox, Jack Black, Natalie Portman, Danny DeVito




Song of the Day

Title: Surviving the Times
Artist: Nas
Album: Greatest Hits



But that's the whole tragic point, my friends
What would I do if I could suddenly feel?
And to know once again that what I feel is real?
I could cry, I could smile
I might lay back for a while
Tell me what (what) what would I do
If I could feel?

I was young, I was surviving the times
Waiting for my moment, I was destined to shine
Little Ray had an NXX, I was hoping I'm next
Wanting bracelets, never had a rope on my neck
Unless I was holding Taiyeh chain, Rest In Peace
Even though that night you flipped on us
You warned us
If you came back and we still on the corners,
We goners, moving on to
Move your arm in your watch
To another time on the block
'Cause this 40 Side Where they said Shorty rhyme
Tragedy, he used to come through all the time
I'm talking Juice Crew, not what the word define
He had a sister named Erin, for sure was fine
That was my first crush, I bought my first mic
I wrote my first verse, I was about nine
I was about mine, fantasize house-buying
Met Paul, he wore some big glasses
Him and Melquan took me where G Rap lived
I was happy, just getting some answers
I ain't even know what a record advance was
I'm seeing hoes sex in the studio bathroom
With rap dudes, thinking wow she moved me
Same girl then, right now's a groupie
Back then, she was like the star in the movie
Large jewelry and expensive Gucci
Next stop, Paid In Full posse recruits me
Knew they were some millionaires, their ropes were dookie
Eric B man looking like touch-it-he-shoot-me
You see, every time Ra didn't show
I get to record demos at attempts to blow
I wonder could they tell, how did they know
Sixteen years later, here I go

[Chorus: x 4]
What would I do?

I'm with Akinyele in the street, trying to get us a deal
G Rap tried to get us to sign to Cold Chill
But Fly Ty didn't have the contract we wanted
Clark Kent just signed Das, he didn't want us
Russell said I sounded like G, the nigga fronted
Reef and Matty C offered me a little money
Shit a little funny, feel a little laughter
Rebel of Hip-Hop coming through a white rapper
My boy MC Serch nevertheless
Took me to Columbia, back then CBS
Chris Schwartz, RuffHouse, he was the best man
Now bugging because the label had just dropped Def Jam
Could you picture Russell needing a check, man
But he smart, he plotted a plan for Polygram
Life is ill, again life's a movie
Then, the roster's: Cypress Hill, Nas, and Fugees
Before I sold records, no promotion
The rap world like, what's all this commotion?
Went plat', mad bottles I'm toasting
20/20 hindsight, but how did they know then?

[Chorus]

Invincible, lyrical, miracle man, huh
But back to the matter at hand
'Cause ten years ago we all strived to be twenty-five
Some cats didn't make it alive
Dated some stars but respect their privacy
Copped mad cars, laying back in the driver's seat
Held myself down, just steering the wheel
Here I am, completed my whole record deal

[Chorus]

What would I do?
If I could reach inside of me?
And to know how it feels to say
"I like what I see..."

Artist of the Day

Marc Chagall, 1887-1985, Belorussian-French modernist artist