Tuesday, May 28, 2013

currently wondering:

what I need to do to get my lungs to match the potential of my thighs.
Plaid - Small Energies
Ray Mang - Aphreako
Peace Orchestra - Double Drums (Dj Dsl Mix)
A Man Called Adam - Estelle

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Ritual union

By little dragon

gets the grrrface.


Kings of Leon



Aqueous Transmission - Incubus


Beetlebum: Moby's Mix - Blur


the prestige

I just had a dream that Elton John was on an outdoor daytime stage with an invited fan to his left playing and doing some fantastical tricks on an upright piano he was making sound like a grand.

After she responds by showing some gumptions and trying to really play something, he responds by doing a hearty impression of some R&B/neosoul-ish song of recent vintage that would be sort of impressive if he knew, but I really liked.

This is what happens when you're two phones failed to roust you enough that you come out of sleep.

Whatever the song is, it has resulted in something that was completely made up by my brain called "Where Did/Does Love Go (and Have You Found Out the Meaning)" which sounds to be remarkably inspired by René & Ángela's hit "My First Love".

There was no music playing while I was asleep, save for whatever accompanied my roommates television watching.

Such is what my brain is capable of in its sleep mode.

Monday, May 13, 2013


"The mistake is continually made of considering these types as transitions between absolute Caucasians and absolute Negroes."

"No such absolute type ever existed on either side. Both were slowly differentiated from a common ancestry and continually remingled their blood while the differentiating was progressing. From prehistoric times down to to-day Africa is, in this sense, primarily the land of the mulatto. So, too, was earlier Europe and Asia; only in these countries the mulatto was early bleached by the climate, while in Africa he was darkened."

Du Bois, W. E. B., 1915, The Negro (p. 8). Kindle Edition.

Monday, May 06, 2013


Just saw this chile go all the way down the back of her sports tights to adjust her thongly doings.

Perhaps she thought I'd left the room.

Hopefully she washes her hand before she touches the food.

Saturday, May 04, 2013

For the first time. ever

"Say I ain't tryin' to, to - whatchu call that shit - stereotype, but you got some weed?"

respect and appreciation.

new york is slightly less horrible tonight.

(walking north on the west side of ave A btwn 7th/8th)

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