Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Many Times

How many times?
How many times will
Our brothers and sisters
Fall victim to petty crimes
The falsehood of the
American Dream
Makes grown men and women
Scream
Cry out for help
When the answer is inside
Us all
So please don't fall
To the gimmicks
Cause even the feeble-minded
Can mimic.

Michio Kaku on Destructive Technology

Pic of the Day


Orca ambush

Movie of the Day

Title: Belly
Director: Hype Williams
Writer: Hype Williams
Starring: Nas, DMX, Taral Hicks, Tionne Watkins, Method Man, Hassan Johnson, Louie Rankin



Song of the Day

Title: In The Music
Artist: The Roots
Album: Game Theory



[Black Thought]
Yeah, I'm from the illest part of the Western Hemisphere
So if you into sight seein don't visit there
It's somewhere between Jersey and Delaware
Philly never scared and them niggaz ain't timid there
Them young triggers lose lives by the minute there
It might start but the fight never finish there
They all fucked up tryin to get the gingerbread
A few stacks be the price for a nigga's head
Cops and robbers, cowboys and indians
Clips and revolvers and George's and Benjamin's
A celebration of the loss of your innocence
To your old self you've lost any resemblance
They say the city make a dark impression
The youth just lost and they want direction
But they don't get the police, they get the protection
And walk around with heat like Charlton Heston, man

[Chorus 2X]
It's in the music, turn it up let it knock
Let it bang on the block 'til the neighbors call the cops
The cops gone come but they ain't gone do shit
They don't want no problems, what are y'all stupid
It's all in the music [6X]

[Malik B]
It's kinda ill how we grip these bitches in the Bonneville
It's kind of a thrill, my mind it will spill, my nine it will kill
Of course bro like crossbow, I bring the force though
Hittin your guts splittin your torso
It's colder than the North Pole livin unlawful
I'm giving you a jawful Of somethin awful
Yo my theoretic is leaded, Will come and set it
The shit bang and leave you diabetic for paramedics
I spit flames and get dames to get change
With pitbull bark and lock the shock
Don't bother me Och, don't you dare lie to me Och
I don't know, who's this nigga that you try to be Och
Benefit of doubt had me think you in it for clout
Big shit, send it for route and finish him out
Joints stiff from rigor mortis
While we swimmin in waters, women with daughters
Will have us niggaz sinnin with orders

[Chorus 2X]

Artist of the Day

Liu Ye, 1964-present, Chinese painter

Thought of the Day

It appears the medical community creates a "disease du jour" every 10 to 15 years along with an accompanying pharmaceutical "cure." When I was growing up it was ADD or ADHD with Ritalin, now it is bipolar or schizophrenia with a smorgasbord of "cures."

Quote of the Day

An insincere and evil friend is more to be feared than a wild beast; a wild beast may wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind. - Buddha

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Godfrey

Pic of the Day

Audrey Hepburn

Movie of the Day

Title: The Postman Always Rings Twice
Director: Tay Garnett
Writers: Harry Ruskin, Nevin Busch (story by James M. Cain)
Starring: Lana Turner, John Garfield, Cecil Kellaway, Hume Cronyn, Leon Ames, Audrey Totter

Song of the Day

Title: Still Tippin'
Artist: Mike Jones feat. Slim Thug, Paul Wall
Album: Who is Mike Jones?



Still Tippin' on four fours, wrapped in four vogues

Tippin' on four fours, wrapped in four vogues
Tippin' on four fours wrapped in four vogues
Pimping four hoes and I'm packing four fours

[Slim Thug]
Now look who creeping look who crawling still balling in the mix
It's that six six long dick slim nigga sticking your chick
Pullin tricks looking slick at all times when I'm flipping
Bar sipping car dipping grand wood grain gripping
Still tippin' on four fours wrapped in four vogues
Pimping four hoes and I'm packing four fours
Blowing on that endo Game Cube Nintendo
Five percent tint so you can't see up in my window
These niggaz don't understand me cuz I'm Boss Hogg on candy
Top down at Maxi's wit a big glock nine handy
Pieced up creased up staying dressed to impress
Big boss belt buckle under my Mitchell and Ness
Oh, Gucci shades up on my braids when I Escalade
When I'm riding Sprewells sliding like a escapade
I got it made the big boss of the north
Ain't shit changed I still represent Swisha House (Ha)

[Hook - 2x]

[Mike Jones]
Four fours I'm tippin'
Wood grain I'm gripping
Catch me lane switching with the paint dripping
Turn your neck and your dame missing
Me and Slim we ain't tripping I'm finger flipping and syrup sipping
Like do or die I'm po' pimping car stop rims keep spinning
I'm flipping drop with invisible tops
Hoes bop when my drop step out
I'm shaking the block with four eighteens'
Candy green with eleven screens
My gasoline always supreme
Got do-do the brown with a pint of lean
It takes grinding to be a king
It takes grinding to be a king
First Round Draft Picks coming
Who is Mike Jones coming
Slab shining with the grill and woman
Slab shining with the grill and woman
I'm Mike Jones (Who) Mike Jones the one and only you can't clone me
Got a lot a haters and a lot of homies some friends and some phony
Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot hoes all on me
Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot hoes all on me
Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot hoes all on me
(I said) Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot hoes all on me

[Hook - 2x]

[Paul Wall]
What it do it's Paul Wall I'm the people's champ
My chain light up like a lamp cuz now I'm back with the camp
I'm crawling similar to an ant cuz I'm low to the earth
People's feelings get hurt when they figure out what I'm worth
I got eighty fours poking out at the club I'm showing out
I'm a player ain't no doubt hoes want to know what I'm bout
Biggest diamonds off in my mouth princess cuts all in my chain
Wood grain all in my range dripping stains when I switch lanes
Switched the name it's still the same Swisha House or Swisha Blast
Mike Jones he running the game and Magnificent bout his cash
Michael Watts he made me hot hard work took me to the top
G. Dash took me to the lot he wrote a check and bought a drop
I got the internet going nuts
But T. Farris got my back so now I'm holding my nuts
It's Paul Wall baby what you know bout me
I'm on that five nine Southlee baby holla at me

Artist of the Day

Steve McCurry, 1950-present, American photographer

Thought of the Day

Extraterrestrials probably regard Earth the same way adolescent boys regard an ant hill. The only reason Earth hasn't been stomped out of existence is extraterrestrials probably find our petty toils too entertaining to terminate.

Quote of the Day

When you are courting a nice girl an hour seems like a second. When you sit on a red-hot cinder a second seems like an hour. That's relativity. - Albert Einstein

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Pic of the Day

Billie Holiday

Movie of the Day

Title: Mulholland Drive
Director: David Lynch
Writer: David Lynch
Starring: Justin Theroux, Naomi Watts, Laura Harring, Ann Miller, Robert Forster



Song of the Day

Title: Around My Head
Artist: Cage the Elephant
Album: Thank You, Happy Birthday


I don't know why I got these feelings, yeah
I just can't seem to get away from
Can you dig it?

You will never see it
No, you will find it falling off my tongue
I take it down town, finally lose it

Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ah ah ah ah
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ah ah ah ah

I don't think it's very nice
To walk around my head all night
You got me tangled like a braid tied-twisted
I don't think it's fair

Do you-oh?
You-oh?

Are you on the flip side?
You know I took the long way round
'Cause all I really am is a homemade elevator
Blinded by your sunshine, put you on a plane to old Paris
Lay my cards down on the table

Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ah ah ah ah
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ah ah ah ah

I don't think it's very nice
To walk around my head all night
You got me tangled like a braid tied-twisted
I don't think it's fair

Can't find a reason for these feelings
Got enough of them
This guy he told me,
Said he's gonna send me something lovely

But even still at times I wonder
What you're thinking of me
You're probably sure I lost my mind,
Oh mind, Oh mind, Oh mind, Oh mind

I don't think it's very nice
To walk around my head all night
You got me tangled like a braid tied-twisted
I don't think it's fair

I don't think it's very polite
To walk around my head all night
You got me tangled like a braid tied-twisted
I don't think it's fair

Ah! Ooh
Ah! Ooh
Ah! Ooh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ah ah ah ah
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ah ah ah ah
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ah ah ah ah
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ah ah ah ah

Oh!

Artist of the Day

Rufino Tamayo, 1899-1991, Mexican painter

Thought of the Day

The first man to look at his reflection in a body of water must have been really perplexed. Perhaps that is how legends of mermaids originated.

Quote of the Day

It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light. - Aristotle Onassis

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Pic of the Day

Blue Angels

Movie of the Day

Title: American Gangster
Director: Ridley Scott
Writer: Steven Zaillian
Starring: Denzel Washington, Russell Crowe, Ted Levine, Cuba Gooding Jr., Josh Brolin, Clifford "T.I." Harris



Song of the Day

Title: Around My Way (Freedom Ain't Free)
Artist: Lupe Fiasco
Album: Food and Liquor II: The Great American Rap Album Pt. I



[Verse 1]First off say peace to Pine Ridge
Shame on all the damage the white man wine did
Ghost dance, Trail of Tears, 5 million beers a year
And all that other crime did
More peace to the teachers of blind kids
To rebels in small cells keeping their mind big
Say everything’s hostile
Suicide bombers and prosperity gospels, emaciated models
With cocaine and blood pouring out their nostrils, they got to
Just to stay awake on the catwalk of life where everybody watch you
Straight hair, high heels and a handbag
Crucifixes, racism and a land grab
Katrina, FEMA trailers, human body sandbags
A peace sign and a pants sag
A money toss cause a 9 stripper mad dash
A friend request following a hash tag
Now everybody want it like the last laugh
A Michael Jackson jacket or a daft mask
Purple Jordans or the mixed girl in your math class
Stable is when the Ba’ath had Baghdad
But corporate jets really had to have that gas bad
War and they hope they all fall from the ratatat
Cause that’s just more dinosaur for the Cadillac

[Hook]
Live from the other side what you see
A bunch of nonsense on my TV
Heaven on Earth is what I need
But I feel I’m in hell every time I breathe
Reporting live from the other side what you hear
A bunch of nonsense all in my ear
Rich man, poor man, we all gotta pay
Cause freedom ain’t free, especially ’round my way

[Verse 2]
And we marvel at the state of heart of man
Then turn around and treat Ghana like a garbage can
America’s a big motherfuckin’ garbageman
If you ain’t know, you’re part and parcel of the problem
You say no you ain’t, and I say yes you is
Soon as you find out what planned obsolescence is
You say no they didn’t, and I say yes they did
The definition of unnecessary-ness
Manifested
Say that we should protest just to get arrested
That goes against all my hustling ethics
A bunch of jail niggas say its highly ineffective
Depart from Martin, connect on Malcolm X tip
Insert Baldwin to similar the separate
To me, the truth is more fulfilling than a meth hit
Or finding really fast internet to have some sex with
It’s all one song short of a set list
Couple croissants shy of a continental breakfast
Or blowing out your birthday candles just to make a death wish
So absurd word to Chief Bone Necklace
Down at the Lakota Sioux Casino
A whole culture boiled down to giving you paquino
I go as left as a heart in the chest
Cause the Horn of Africa is now starving to death

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
An all white Los Angeles, the dream of Mr. Chandler
Hope and pray they take Columbus day up off the calendar
South Central an example of God’s gifts
So shout to all the mothers raising babies in spa 6
The projects of Oakland city, Detroit ghost towns
Monopolies on poverty where D-boy coke bound
It’s parts of Manilla like the video for Thriller
But the US Embassy is reminiscent of a villa
If poverty is chocolate and privilege vanilla
Then what’s the flavor of the Sunday preacher’s pedophilia
Cash rules everything around these niggas
As classrooms everywhere around me wither
Hither you can be Mr. Burns or Mr. Smithers
The tyrant or the slave but nowhere in the middle
Of the extremes of America’s dream
Freud fighting Neo, Freddy Krueger refereeing, naaa…

[Hook]

Artist of the Day

Fiona Rae, 1963-present, British painter

Thought of the Day

All forms of music were better off before they were bastardized by businessmen.

Quote of the Day

My motto was always to keep swinging. Whether I was in a slump or feeling badly or having trouble off the field, the only thing to do was keep swinging. - Hank Aaron

Saturday, January 12, 2013

Pic of the Day

Denali National Park, Alaska

Movie of the Day

Title: Rushmore
Director: Wes Anderson
Writers: Wes Anderson, Owen Wilson
Starring: Jason Schwartzman, Olivia Williams, Bill Murray, Seymour Cassel, Brian Cox

Song of the Day

Title: Apartment
Artist: Young the Giant
Album: Young the Giant



After leaving my apartment

I feel this cold inside me
It howls away all through the market
It calls your name

On my way to your apartment
I write for fear of silence
You carved a boat to sell my shadow
Now I walk alone

I hit the sidewalk and this is how it starts
Hide in a raincoat when things are falling apart

After leaving your apartment
I hear the coast by nightfall
So sure to keep you dreaming
You understood
Oh, I know you understood
Yes sir, it shows I was no good

I hit the sidewalk and this is how it starts
Hide in a raincoat when things are falling apart
Cause sooner or later this is bound to stop
Come on, let's savor what we're falling over

After leaving your apartment
I hear the coast...

Artist of the Day

Liam Gillick, 1964-present, British draughtsman and sculptor

Thought of the Day

Wine is appropriately named. It usually makes its imbibers whine.

Quote of the Day

One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain. - Bob Marley

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

RZA Deciphers Some Lyrics

Pic of the Day


Frankfurt, Germany

Movie of the Day

Title: The Italian Job
Director: F. Gary Gray
Writers: Donna Powers, Wayne Powers (based on the novel by Troy Kennedy Martin)
Starring: Mark Wahlberg, Charlize Theron, Edward Norton, Seth Green, Jason Statham, Mos Def, Donald Sutherland

Song of the Day

Title: Sixteen
Artist: Rick Ross feat. Andre 3000
Album: God Forgives, I Don't



[Intro: Rick Ross]

(When 16 ain't enough...)
It's funny because, it's been on my mind lately
Having a dope beat, a dope idea...
16 bars ain't enough
How the fuck can I squeeze my whole life into a 16 bar verse?
You know, so many different levels, to living your life
Depicting with your wordplay, exactly what life means to you
16 ain't enough
I know y'all gonna feel me on this one
You gotta feel me on this one

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
It's funny how things change, funny how time fly
More than my feet travel, the more that I feel fly
More that I make now, the more that the chicks smile
She call me a local nigga, I opened a Swiss account
Eisenhower status, Etta James on the dash
Smooth as John Coltrane cruising in the Cadillac
Seville - feel my life on the real
We the Last Poets so this is a world premiere
Rolling like Mick Jagger, the women just getting badder
All I see is the money, cream, Eric Clapton
And all I wanted was one, 16 ain't enough
Talking that fast money 15 every month
When your people labelled poor, that motivated me more
Everything I ever wore was once worn before
Roll with the punches now it's box office numbers
Dressed like Sammy Davis, steamin' my marijuana
Double MGs, double M fees
We in every hood, nigga: government cheese
Yachts and Yacht Masters, Old Dirty Bastard
Floor seat for the Heat paper that I'm stackin'
Better put away a penny for the rainy days
Pick and roll, give and go, fuck a fade away
Livin' like Scottie Pippen, dribble riddles for vittles
Started off with a scribble, now I'm flowing a river
She say my heart cold, I'm naming my son December
Whitney died night before the Grammys - damn, what a memory
Trump Tower and I started with a 10 speed
Born broke had to use a nigga's instincts
Now I get a hundred racks for the 16
Waking up to turkey bacon and my thick queen
Niggas hating, I'm just watchin' on the big screen
3 stacks on the beat and the kicks mean

[Interlude: Andre 3000]
(When 16 ain't enough...)
You know how sometimes you got so much to say but
They on-, they only give you 16, heh...
Man it's like... I mean I got so much to say
The world has said like so much to me, I just wanna give it right back to em
But, I only get 16, that's like a cage you know
I really can't say what I wanna say, you know it's just a glimpse
That's all, just one uh, one little single glimpse
Just a page
But I guess I'm defeating the purpose of doing all this talking

[Verse 2: Andre 3000]
Summer '88, or was it '89
Or was it wintertime, ah, never mind
I'm in my room, boomin'
Drawin' LL Cool J album covers with crayolas on construction paper
I'm trying to fuck my neighbor, I'm tryna hook my waves up
I'm tryna pull my grades up, to get them saddle lace ups
Before Le Marc was Jacob, before them girls wore makeup
Before my voice would break up, before we'd tour them shake clubs
Before my mama wake up, before my palms would cake up
Before they tell me they love me and we'll never breakup
Before the time she makes love, to someone that I thought was, my homeboy
But boy, was I wrong, now
I don't budge, don't want much, just a roof and a porch
And a Porsche, and a horse and unfor-tunately
But of course an assort-ment of tor-ches that scor-ches the skin, when they enter
Intru-ders, whose tutors did a lousy job
How's he god if he lets Lucifer let loose on us
That noose on us won't loosen up but loose enough to juice us up
Make us think we do so much and do it big
Like they don't let us win, I can't pretend
But I do admit it, it feel good when the hood pseudo-celebrate
Hence why every time we dine we eat until our belly aches
Then go grab the finest wine and drink it like we know which grape and which region it came from
As if we can name em, hint hint, it ain't um Welch's
Hell just fill three thousand more degrees cooler
Y'all can't measure my worth
But when you try, you'll need a ruler made by all the Greek gods
Because the odds have always been stacked against me when back's against the wall
I feel right at home, y'all sitting right at home
All Kelly green with envy while I'm jelly beans descending
Into the palm of a child, looks up at mama and smiles
With such a devilish grin, like "Where the hell have you been"
She yelling that selling's a sin, well so is telling young men
That selling is a sin, if you don't offer new ways to win
A dolphin gon' shake his fin, regardless if he gets in
Or out of water, most important thing for him is to swim
And Flipper didn't hold his nose, so why shall I hold my tongue?
(I miss the days of old, when one could hold his girl on his arm)
And not set off these alarms, when cameras snap snap snap snap
Return fire, pa-pa-pa, pa, pa-pa, pa, pa, pa
They'll learn why, near privacy, so essential
They won't make no laws, I break their laws till they see out our window
I take the fall to make them all treat human kind more gentle
Forsake them all, I hate them all, don't like em don't pretend to
Yea something tells me, we ain't in Kansas anymore
All that shit that used to be cool ain't cool anymore
All the women you been pursuing, now they want more
And they deserve it all, don't settle for what ain't yours

[Outro]
(When 16 ain't enough...)
Does your mama know you see me, does she know you're freaky?
Does she ever wonder if it's 'bout ya I am speaking?
Do you ever ponder where I'm at when you get sleepy?
How the hell I'm gonna tell the youth don't be me?
Yea
Does your daddy think you perfect, does he know for certain?
Does he know how you act when you pull back all them curtains?
Do he think I'm 2Pac cause I'm black and put the works in?
Does he know his daughter might have caught a real merman?
Yea

Artist of the Day

Liu Wei, 1965-present, Chinese painter

Thought of the Day

The scary thing about college is everybody treats it like a giant orgy. Then when you graduate you think life is a giant orgy. Then you wake up one day and wonder why you even went to college in the first place.

Quote of the Day

All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another. - Anatole France

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Pic of the Day

Giant's Causeway, Ireland

Movie of the Day

Title: Gangs of New York
Director: Martin Scorsese
Writers: Jay Cocks, Steven Zaillian, Kenneth Lonergan
Starring: Leonardo DiCaprio, Daniel Day-Lewis, Cameron Diaz, Liam Neeson, Jim Broadbent

Song of the Day

Title: Zombie
Artist: The Cranberries
Album: No Need to Argue


Another head hangs lowly, 
Child is slowly taken. 
When the violence causes silence, 
Who are we mistaken? 

May you see, it's not me, it's not my family. 
In your head, in your head they are fighting, 
With their tanks and their bombs, 
And their bombs and their guns. 
In your head, in your head, they are crying... 

In your head, in your head, 
Zombie, zombie, zombie, 
Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head, 
In your head, 
Zombie, zombie, zombie? 
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, dou, dou, dou, dou, dou... 

Another mother's breakin', 
Heart is taken over. 
When the violence causes silence, 
We must be mistaken. 

It's the same old theme since nineteen-sixteen. 
In your head, in your head they're still fighting, 
With their tanks and their bombs, 
And their bombs and their guns. 
In your head, in your head, they are dying... 

In your head, in your head, 
Zombie, zombie, zombie, 
Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head, 
In your head, 
Zombie, zombie, zombie? 
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, oh, oh, 
Oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, oh, ya, ya-a...

Artist of the Day

Louise Bourgeois, 1911-2010, French-American painter and sculptor

Thought of the Day

I prefer hanging around drug users much more than drug dealers. At least drug users have interesting things to say.

Quote of the Day

The will to win, the desire to succeed, the urge to reach your full potential... these are the keys that will unlock the door to personal excellence. - Confucius