R.B.L. Posse - Part Of A Survival

Lil Wayne - Earthquake

DJ Drama - 5000 Ones (featuring Nelly, TI, Diddy, Yung Joc, Willie The Kid, Young Jeezy, & Twista)

D.O.G. - Ryda Gyrl (featuring Yung Joc)

The sky was full of dark clouds when I woke up this morning. But, I quickly watched the clouds drift, walking to my assigned polling location. By the time I was finished voting; the Sun was already out. I thought the whole thing was pretty symbolic.

I love hearing the happiness and celebration outside my window. Hope. Yes We Can.

Tonight I saw The Fly: The Opera. I have been eagerly awaiting to see it ever since my friend Bianca got a job at the LA Opera in January. That is 9 months of anticipation! After tonight, I say it was well worth the wait.

The Fly: The Opera was directed by David Cronenberg, composed by Howard Shore, and conducted by Plácido Domingo (Plausible Flamingo). All three masters certainly blew my mind with an amazing show on all accounts. However, throughout the production I often questioned why it was an opera in the first place. This could have been a stellar play.

Anyway, I had read a ton of negative reviews before tonight, which made me a little weary. But, after actually seeing this first hand, I just have to say, fuck the haters. All hail the new flesh!

Pour it up for Duck
There has certainly been a lot of really great humans passing away lately (which is the case everyday I suppose). Typically, when someone great passes away, the blogosphere tends to provide ample coverage of their death and more importantly their life. I have passed up multiple posts like these in the recent past. Maybe it was because I didn't feel that I needed to add what was already being said a million times in a million different places. Maybe it was because I didn't grow up with these idols but merely found them later in life.

However, yesterday, a real hero of mine growing up passed away, Kevin "The Duck" Duckworth. When I was a kid I used to shoot around in my driveway, I would pretend to be Clyde Drexler, with an imaginary Duckworth grabbing all my missed shots, telling me to keep practicing. It is times like that I wish I could relive, but unfortunately, I just keep getting further away from them. But, not in my head...

R.I.P. Duck. See you on the courts.

Few things get me more angry then when people do fucked up shit to animals. So when I saw this video I was surprised to feel a similar flare of resentment. Isn't it just as bad to torture A.I. as it is animals? I am sure many will retort with "but it doesn't feel anything!" But, isn't that the same excuse that those who hurt animals use? or plants for that matter? Why does it matter if it felt anything? Why do people feel like they have to fuck with things?

I hope one day humans finally figure it out. Finally understand everything like they know their timetables. I really think it'll happen one day. But, we definitely got a long way to go. Why is no one talking about that?

Tuesday Tangent 'Round The Internets: 19

-The people who populate Web 2.0. (teh interwebz)
-A telling portrait in a pile of words. (blogs)
-Probably the best pictures/captions ever. (photography)
-Probably the worst thing (as in sad) I have read in a while. (Russia)
-Bob Dylan couldn't even write doggerel. (music)
-Real lyrics. (C.R.E.A.M.)

The Future Leaders of America
Happy Birthday to Barack and myself (8/4/61 and 8/4/84 respectively). Now, who is the young, handsome, heartthrob in the nice* suit?

Just foolin' Mr. Obama, it is still you!

*my nice suit is really a lion costume.

R.I.P.
Juanita The Bike DeHut
5-20-2008 to 7-30-2008
I know it is just a bike, but I am pretty heartbroken. I built it from absolute scratch with my bare hands. It took a really long time to do, but when it was finally finished, it was the best looking/feeling bike I thought I'd ever ride.

I never got to tell you bike, but: "I really loved you, even if you weren't human. You really made me happy."

Farewell!