Love In This Club (Hurricane Ivan’s ‘The Office’ Mix) {via}
i’ve been looking for an excuse to use this picture of Michael Scott for some time now. strictly because i want to be able to link to it as a form of saying “that’s what she said.” i suppose this song is as good a time as any.
you better haul ass, cuz…
so, after taking a look at a few really impressive blogs, i made the decision to switch over to a tumblr-esque formatted blog. i’d truly like to update more often, but i feel like the REALLY BIG updates shouldn’t share the same space as the lil’ tiny ones.
this, of course, means that i’ll have to get to work on a proper format. that showcases top 5s, my recommended links, and the daily ongoing braindump that i’m sure you 3 or 4 readers come here for. the goal — first, a weekly update, then a daily update like this diligent fellow.
half mandrill, half mandela
UPDATED:
looks like the good folx over at okp combined with onsmash to deliver a video for us all.
inspired by Chris Sims’ fantastic writeup of Luke Cage demanding his scrilla, i decided to find the absolute best image (quality wise) from the intarweb as possible.
the original goal was a typical “big image w/ sound file” post including a link to Sims’ blog. i even had a nice little song picked out and that would be that.
however, along the way, a few cool things happened…
like, finding a shitload of remixes of got your money from all across the internets.
which, was sorta perfect, because i had already decided to start remixing the picture myself.
for years, I have been saying that hip-hop is the cornerstone of our cut’n'paste culture. this “project” has showed me how things have advanced and how everyone is borrowing from everyone. Ctrl+C -> Ctrl+V, indeed.
as we continue along this jurnee, we will see the true glory of samples, allusions, remixes, refixes, slight winks/nudges and everything that incorporates how my brain works.
or, something like that…
tiombe lockhart - gp
this is dedicated to 2008.
2007 was good, and all, but oh, ate…
“i need you to be the one/
not another one/”
‘07 was highlighted by hot shots tennis, black milk, gianna, a move back to philly and, some shit that’d make John Stewart cry. in oh eight, i look forward to stability. alas…
“bliss seems so far away/
can’t seem to change our way/“
