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Olde Rapping

Thu, 10 Jun 2010 15:05:54 -0400

“Birthed and reared in West Philadelphia, the days of my childhood and early youth were spent in the wildernesses just beyond our village, where my companions and I passed many an hour roaming free and frolicking, oftentimes playing ball sports in the proximity of the schoolhouse. I recall a certain occasion on which two wastrels came upon us, interrupted our pursuits, caused a general ruckus, and incited a fray. Upon my honour, had I not been bested by these mongrels, no doubt my loving mother would not have laid her heavy hand and decided my future in such an immovable manner as she then did. Her words, as I recollect, were ‘Get thee to Bel Air forthwith, where you will live with your aunt and uncle in peace, and whence you will return only when you have become a man, noble as any other.’ Alas! What choice had I, but to summon a cab and depart from that dear childhood home? How strange it was to see that the approaching buggy appeared to be painted with nonsensical lettering and festooned with the symbols of gambling and sin. Yet I disregarded it and considered it a rarity. ‘To Bel Air, if you please’ said I to the cabbie as together we heaved up my trunk. At perhaps seven or eight of the clock, after some hours of evening travel, the buggy came to a halt at the entrance of a grand house. After bidding the driver farewell, I regarded my new lodgings. Here would I be educated. Here would I learn my place in the family. Here would I reign, in a sense, as the new prince of Bel Air.”

— From McSweeney’s

WELCOME FRIENDS TO BLACK CONGO NC

Wed, 09 Jun 2010 12:06:00 -0400

bcnc:

This is the beginning. This a chronicle following B C N C and the making of Live In Miami 1984, a journal that will see us through a tour slated for September 2010, and beyond. The plan is to fill these pages and spaces with items we find particularly inspiring, with songs of our own creation and created by others, with photos pulled from the depths and plucked from the skies, with art and anti-art, with poetry, broetry and cometry. Please enjoy.

Thank you, B C N C ILLUMINATI

F O L L O W T H I S.

Y O U W I L L T H A N K Y O U R S E L F.

LOVE,

PZA

I WAS CHILLWAVE BEFORE CHILLWAVE WAS COOL (ASSUMING IT'S STILL COOL)

Tue, 08 Jun 2010 17:41:00 -0400

Wu-Tang Clan - Reunited

Mon, 07 Jun 2010 14:31:08 -0400

Wu-Tang Clan - Reunited

Reunited. Double cheese pizza, we’re all excited. Lit a...

Mon, 07 Jun 2010 10:45:29 -0400

Reunited. Double cheese pizza, we’re all excited. Lit a match to the gas stove and got that shit ingnited. Black olives and banana peppers taken from the Earth. Bigga niggaz come and try get in on our scarf. Scrapin off the cheese, them niggaz eat haphazardly. Tragically, that pizza stylie, deteriorates rapidly. Half-cooked provisions, throwin out your best pizza creations. You couldn’t take my pizza’s heat, get the fuck out of my fuckin kitchen…

by the lost Wu-Tang member, PZA

Simply the best.

Fri, 04 Jun 2010 09:59:15 -0400

Simply the best.

The wordery: Little Non Fact

Thu, 03 Jun 2010 15:44:15 -0400

Did you know that Frank Lloyd Wright was commissioned to design the very first Pizza Hut, and that, until the recent organizational make-overs, that classic Pizza Hut look was taken from Wright’s original?

Adam, Phil & Ben Got Iced.

Thu, 03 Jun 2010 13:31:31 -0400

yougoticed:

Now that Chris Swanson is back home, he can bring the summer games to his brothers in Bloomington. At last week’s Tallest Man On Earth concert Chris Iced Adam Voith (above), Phil Waldorf (below) and his brother Ben (2 below). Note that Ben’s wife and Darius Van Arman (of Jagjaguwar) look on as Ben contemplates taking down the tasty Ice.

And I can always say, “I was there.”

Hairy Burpday, Chris Swanson and Tim McManus.

Wed, 02 Jun 2010 13:44:50 -0400

Hairy Burpday, Chris Swanson and Tim McManus.

GLOBISH FOR BEGINNERS IN THE NEW YORKER

Tue, 01 Jun 2010 17:31:00 -0400

Some have argued that English has certain properties—a flexible grammar, a lack of masculine and feminine forms—that make it easier to learn, and thus to export. These qualities, though, are offset by arbitrary spelling, and, besides, there are other languages, such as Russian, that have spread despite being difficult to master. Armies and navies are ultimately more important than syntactic mechanics in establishing a language’s dissemination. Most likely, English was just in the right place at the right time.

http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/books/2010/05/31/100531crbo_books_chotiner?currentPage=2#ixzz0pdhVdddz

christymullins: Deines 2000 you may not believe this, but: 1)...

Tue, 01 Jun 2010 10:54:00 -0400

christymullins:

Deines 2000

you may not believe this, but:

1) my mother encouraged that this photograph be taken; and

2) i dropped a solid dose of gel tab acid the evening before these photos were taken. i am still feeling very, very weird in that moment.

The Wordery: Oilcean

Fri, 28 May 2010 10:38:08 -0400

BPGlobalPR Can we just start calling it the oilcean and move on please? #bpcares

Maya’s tirade, typical in the way it moved from the political to the personal and back again, was interrupted by a waiter, who offered her a variety of rolls. She chose the olive bread. Maya’s political fervor stems from her upbringing.

Fri, 28 May 2010 10:33:11 -0400

Maya’s tirade, typical in the way it moved from the political to the personal and back again, was interrupted by a waiter, who offered her a variety of rolls. She chose the olive bread. Maya’s political fervor stems from her upbringing.:

(via jacobsknabb)

I think this article was pretty right on. I always just assumed MIA was a silly asshole. What’s the big old deal?

The Wordery: Bag Wine

Wed, 26 May 2010 10:10:00 -0400

Often, you’ll hear people jokingly speak of totally slumming it for a night of drinking Boxed Wine. Less we forget that inside that pretty box is a catheter-like bag from which they are actually drinking their wine.

Das Racist - Fake Patois I cannot believe this song exists and...

Wed, 26 May 2010 10:09:00 -0400

Das Racist - Fake Patois

I cannot believe this song exists and swear I’d never heard it as I prepared for The Kentucky Derby.

letterheady: Muhammad Ali, 1975 | Source I would use this...

Tue, 25 May 2010 09:44:00 -0400

letterheady:

Muhammad Ali, 1975 | Source

I would use this space for a big cartoon text bubble, maybe fill it with a cool rap song: “I crunch like Nestle. I snipe m-f’ers like Wesley.”

The foremost rule of fisticuffs club is that thou dost not...

Fri, 21 May 2010 10:40:04 -0400

The foremost rule of fisticuffs club is that thou dost not speak in regards to fisticuffs club.

amazing.

This is one of my best rock moments ever. It was a perfect...

Mon, 17 May 2010 15:07:25 -0400

This is one of my best rock moments ever. It was a perfect afternoon.

Also, I’m most confident I have the reddest, drunkest face among all indie-music label professionals. I’ll take on any challenger to this claim. Meet me at The Alley Bar on Thursday at 10 p.m.

christymullins: This morning I “jungle ran” a 5k through the...

Mon, 17 May 2010 09:41:11 -0400

[Flash 10 is required to watch video.]

christymullins:

This morning I “jungle ran” a 5k through the Exotic Feline Rescue Center where 206 lions, tigers and leopards are caged and fed horse carcasses, about 40 miles outside Bloomington. See part of my jog through Purrassic Park above. Maybe my best Saturday in Indiana yet.

Two things to take note of here:

1) For better or worse, our records show that the term “Purrassic Park” was coined by Post-Language’s chief administrator on the morning of May 15, 2010.

2) It is believed that the chief administrator of Post-Language placed 8th overall in the 2010 Run Through the Jungle 5K with a time of 18 minutes flat.

It may also be added that the chief administrator of Post-Language is in agreement with comments found on the New Midwesterner Tumblr site that the morning of Saturday, May 15, 2010 was, in many ways, a Saturday morning of particular note.

letterheady: 1966 letterhead of Peanuts creator Charles...

Fri, 14 May 2010 10:55:00 -0400

letterheady:

1966 letterhead of Peanuts creator Charles Schulz.

Previously featured: Schulz’s 1997 letterhead.

Charles Schulz, 1966 | Source

Free Thai buffet any day of the week to the first person to deliver a physical copy of this unto me (not a printed version, but an original).

UPDATE: http://cgi.ebay.com/Charles-Schulz-writes-The-Great-Pumpkin-/230473648976

nevermind, i guess.