This is an official product from the Obama for America website.
I voted for the Obama/Biden team the first time, and dammit, if Biden’s going to help me keep my beer cold, the least I can do is vote for them again.
In 1996, The Source gave Jay’s “Reasonable Doubt” and Nas’ “It Was Written” four out of five mics.
Looking back now, you’d have to give the nod to Jay’s debut, right? Not only does “Reasonable Doubt” deserve five mics, not four, it is simply better overall.
Not that I’m knocking Nas’ sophomore effort. I love “It Was Written” probably more than most Nas fans. But compared to “Reasonable Doubt,” it just doesn’t stack up.
I bet if I invited Jay and Nas over for vodka lemonade’s and we discussed this, they’d agree with me. Then we’d all laugh and laugh because we’re best friends.
That’s definitely what would happen.
A throwback for your Thursday. This is “Third World,” off of 1997’s “Soul Assassins: Chapter 1” album (which was was absolute fire). It’s Gza and Rza, spitting over a classic DJ Muggs produced track.
“Third World” is my favorite because Gza is — and always will be — my favorite Wu member, and he goes in on this. Plus Rza references “Back To The Future” and Danny DeVito in his rap. You can’t beat that. Don’t even try.
I recently moved to Charlottesville, Virginia, and since I’m looking to meet people, I thought that joining a rec league would be a good idea.
Charlottesville, for those of you who don’t know, is a small town. So the process to sign-up for the city’s softball league is to simply email a guy with your name and credentials. He then puts it up on the league’s site, along with a list of others, and if someone on an already established team wants you, they email you.
I have no idea why I picked softball, but it seems like the sport where the biggest requirement is drinking and yelling, which is right up my alley. Then I read what the other “free agents” on the list had written, and well, here are some highlights:
…I am 24 and have played baseball my whole life. I play any outfield position, but could fill in on the corner infield positions if needed. I hit leadoff the last two or three years, but also hit in the middle of the lineup. I am a very good defensive player with good speed and a very good arm.
…12 years experience, strong and fast center or left fielder
…played softball in high school – All-state selection Senior Year – Very quick and can play anywhere
…played baseball growing up and on a few softball teams in college. I’m a good defender and fast.
Now, here’s what I wrote:
I just moved from Brooklyn to C’Ville and looking to meet some people who won’t be offended by my complete lack of skill at softball. I’m 33 years old and have never played, but — from what I understand — the ball is larger than a baseball, so I’m pretty sure I can hit it. I have played other sports (ice hockey, football, basketball, Madden) so I’m probably not the worst person around. However, I think I’d most likely be an asset to a team looking to add a Solid Dude.
I think my chances of getting picked up are fairly high, especially since I mentioned that a softball is bigger than a baseball. Points for knowledge? Points for knowledge.
According to Forbes, these are the wealthiest people in hip-hop:
No word from Snow, who refused to inform Forbes of his net worth when reached by phone. Instead he simply yelled “A licky boom-boom down” at the reporter and promptly hung up.
By my wife! I realize this is cheesy, but I’m excited and proud of her. So shut-up.
The other day Beyoncé launched a Tumblr, and since then things have changed between us. She might not realize it, but we’re drifting apart. Before the site launched, we had a bond. Bey and I would sit around and enjoy her music all day long. Sure, we’d be miles apart, but she knew I was somewhere, ever ready for the jelly, not afraid to put a ring on it, and always — always — prepared to defend “Carmen: A Hip Hopera.”
Then came her new site. There were links to her work, yes, but it was overflowing with pictures of herself. I wanted to reach out, email her and say, “Yo, the site says BEYONCE all big and shit, we understand that it’s you, no need to spam us with 57,532 pictures of yourself girlfriend.” But I knew that she’d simply reply, “Actually, it says ECNOYEB, playboy, xoxo” and my point would be missed. So I didn’t.
Then today Bey published an “open letter” to Michelle Obama, and while yes, it’s a nice idea, I can’t help but think she’s off track once again. If Bey really wanted to show her support to the First Lady, she could simply call her. She’s Beyoncé. She has Mrs. Obama’s digits. And okay, maybe you’re thinking, “Well Chris, by posting it to her site it allows other girls to see it. Also, you’re not ready for that jelly.” Then why not just write it to her, instead of at her? It all seems a little showy, right? In other words, Beyoncé’s Tumblr is just like every other Tumblr (aside from mine): It’s nothing more than digitized narcissism.
Before the site launched I was tight with Bey; I thought she was above what mortals do. However, maybe she’s not, and our relationship is forever frayed. But you can’t be mad at Beyoncé, because everyone will just get upset with you. So I’ll just note her missteps, and eventually agree that I was wrong about the whole thing.
Sounds about right.
