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Paris - Coffee, Donuts & Death (Remix) 1992 The Conscious Daughters - Somethin’ To Ride To (Fonky Expedition) (Remix) 1993 When you google the words ‘Paris,’ ‘producer’ and ‘hip-hop’ or ‘rap,’ an alarming number of links will lead you to announcements concerning Scott Storch producing Paris Hilton. Well, Can I Bring My Gat? is here to provide [...]

take that wafflecakes! [1]

minor hiccup.
my tech department has fixed the problem.

disaster in slow-motion [1]

i’ve made some stupid decisions in life. sometimes you know it in advance and sometimes it hits you like a truck long after the fact. i think this might be one of those “known knowns”.

jogging. why? boredom mostly. stupidity partly.

this porkbutt isn’t meant to stomp about on concrete at a high(mid-lo) rate of speed. not voluntarily.

but there i was last nite, warming up in the living room, throwing out some stretches. loosening up my hamhocks. stretching the achilles or some such. mentally preparing for the burning lungs, sore knees and throbbing headache that was sure to follow.

i’ll admit it wasn’t pretty. my form probably sucks and i ran a lot faster than seemed appropriate but i was out there baby, and i was loving it!

the first quarter-block was a piece of cake. got myself in to a rhythm and started to cruise. arms up. arms back. thumbs tucked, bend the knees, concentrate. this is gonna be easy. maybe i can circle the entire block?? (exactly 1.1 miles)

then my teeth started to hurt. teeth?? yeah. teeth. i bit down on my t-shirt to get some relief. that’s when my mouth started to dry out and my heart started to palpitate.

no problem. i’m 1/2 block in to it. just warming up.

appx 1/4 mile in to it and my heart was beating wildly, my head was throbbing and my lungs burned like i inhaled a meteor. i remember this feeling. the last time i had it was sophomore year of High School at football practice. only this time the pain is 10x worse. i’m 50 lbs heavier and haven’t exercised on a regular basis in months.

i got all the way out to appx 1/3rd mile and could go no further.

it just wasn’t in the cards.

tomorrow is gonna be a different story. tomorrow it’s .4 miles or bust. i’m gonna crawl to the end if i have to.

little lebowski urban achiever [3]

started on the Couch Potato-to-5k plan Monday.

first week plan is start off with a brisk walk for 5 minutes, jog 60 seconds, walk 90 seconds, jog 60, walk 90, etc. for 20 minutes.

the first 3 legs i screwed up and ran 90 seconds. got that straightened out and went to 60 run, 90 walk. was supposed to be 8 legs of running (8:00) plus 8 legs walking (12:00).

i wound up going a little farther away from home than i thought and didn’t want to finish up by walking.. so i wound up running 12 legs (including the extra 1:30 on the first 3 legs – 13:30) and walking 12 legs (18:00).

my pace actually increased as i went. and i felt better as i went. i coulda easily kept switching off and went for another 20 minutes. it wasn’t what i would call exhilirating or orgasmic or anything but it was definitely satisfying and exciting to know i could do it.

figure i ran about 1 mile total or a little more.

German Hip-Hop 4: Stieber Twins

As I’ve said before (here and here), these twins are production legends. Back in 1997, when their first album dropped, I don’t think I’d heard this kind of sound on a German release. Their debut Fenster zum Hof (Window onto the courtyard - which is the German movie title for Hitchcock’s Rear Window) is also [...]

We’ve been Elf’ed!

Yes, I know there are 5 members of my family but someone had to take the pictures.

http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1392285142

Stan Getz plays Jobim - The Girl from Ipanema (2002)

‘Tis the season… it’s late autumn (duh. but some of us live on the bottom side of our planet earth, so, just saying.) The school term is coming to an end, and with it, a bunch of exams and papers are due. So my current mood, in case you’ve been wondering, is busy-busy and cold [...]

What can a city of 8 million do…

that a city of 1.5 million can't? http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20071123/ap_on_re_us/new_york_city_murders

A warm day in November…

I am not talking about today in Philadelphia, I am referring to tomorrow, 44 years ago. On that day, a great man died. A unique President was assassinated. I was watching some 60 minutes clips on yahoo commemorating the 44th anniversary. I realized that being 31, I missed out on alot of television moments, although I did capture some key ones also. Those days were crazy. TV was different then. It meant something. It was before breaking news happened every 10 minutes between 4 and 6:30pm, before 24 hour news channels, before satellite trucks and the internet. Watching the 60 minutes clips, I see great reporters like Bob Schieffer, Mike Wallace, and Walter Cornkite, break the story of the assassination of John Fitzgerald Kennedy. And then, only days later, watching live as Lee Harvey Oswald is shot by Jack Ruby. I can only imagine who unnerving it must have been. There was a reason the Kennedy administration was called Camelot. But to have King Arthur assassinated. It was probably as devastating as watching the Twin Towers fall on live TV.

Much is said about the business in which I now make my living. Local news is criticized for sensationalizing stories, reporting only death and depravity, and not really serving the public interest. But for all that is said, for all the struggle that this medium has endured to stay alive in the information age, amidst layoffs, job cuts, automation, and increasing choices for news sources, it is times such as Kennedy's assassination, the Vietnam War, Ronald Reagan being shot, the Challenger exploding, the Berlin Wall being torn down, the first Gulf War, Watergate, Lewisnky-gate, the 2000 Presidential election, September 11, Iraq, Afghanistan, London, Madrid-- these are what keep television relevant. Barring a massive overhaul in technology, no other medium can offer you instantaneous, constant video (and journalistic commentary) in a crisis. As much as we all turned to the Internet on September 11, more of us were glued to our TV sets. More of us logged on to sites like CBS.com, MSNBC.com, CNN.com, etc.

I'll endure the criticism of my business. I'll take the despise and disdain for carbon copy reporters and anchors. I'll take the hit for animatronic figures reading a teleprompter. But when it comes to news you need in times of crisis, I'm looking for my peeps, or the folks at channel 3, or the guys down at 29, and at worst, I'll check those cats across the street at channel 6. These are the guys who can get to scene, establish a microwave link with the antennae, and be on the air in minutes.

As an undergrad, we debated TV as an artform. The debate continues. But at the very least, we have not given up on a medium that is desperately fighting for survival.