Dear Lebron (Cockiness and Snottiness)

I guees you think you're your special. Oh, you play a little basketball. Oh wow, geez, you can dunk the basketball. Holy gosh in the butt, you can slam dunk the basketball into the basketball hole with both hands on the basketball. What about the kids in China Lebron?! I have never seen such complete disrespect to the basketball hoop and you know who made that basketball hoop. Little kids in China probably! You couldn't be a more self centered piggy. I wish you and you're ego the best of luck in these playoffs, but if I catch you disrespecting the basketball rim like that again you can stop expecting a nice christmas card from me.

Major Lazer

Deeper Than a Navy SEAL

nobody can tell the future, furthermore all things must come to an end. Therefore happiness, which is defined by its spontaneity and infrequency, is resignation. Resignation is acceptance of the inevitable with the flexibility to ensure common instances of new and unique experiences. On the other hand, happiness is a complex that is compulsively sought out and exploited by the human condition. Becuase the state is inherently unsustainable it is frustrating and unthinkable to seek happiness in concurent instances, becuase for happiness to occur in earnest it must immediately follow and end in unhappiness.

its so pitiful
Im so pivotal
crackers is sensitive cause they moms was over critical
Not me though, Im so well made
like a taylored suit
or a bentley coupe
you a gaylord duke
if you cause me trouble
i will trouble shoot you
swoop in on your girl
she's got a double scoop bubble
ruffer than rubble
rugged and raw
layed down the law

RIP Kurt Cobain

Today as I rode the train into work I listened to Nirvana Unplugged in New York. Its such an amazing album, they were such a great group and Kurt in particular was a singularly talented artist. The music is simple and appealing but so fucking far ahead of its time that you still can't touch the shit with ten foot pole. It changed my morning, changed my whole mood. The train got stuck and my connecting train was late and it didn't even matter. I remember when I first downloaded that album. I was staying with my friend, couchsurfing and trying to find a way to make it in New York as a transplant from Seattle. I was jobless and chilling in her kitchen, dicking around and semi seriously thinking about emailing some resumes to job postings on craigslist. Instead I found this album sitting somewhere on shelf and plugged it into my computer. I can recall remarking to my host when she got back from work how impressed I was with the album after giving it a first listen. 'Yeah' she remarked, no fucking duh, I realized.
Listening to the album today on the train I wondered how old I was when Kurt took his own life, because I don't have any specific memories of the event. Although my dad was hired as the cabinet designer when the new residents moved into his old house. When I looked up the date on my phone, making copies in the copy room alone, I found that today in fact marks the 16th anniversary to Kurt's death. How's that for a motherfucking synchronism. 16 years we've missed him. Today its fuckin' justin beiber.

Gorillaz; Plastic Beach

Wu Massacre; Our Dreams