This is life

If you:

– Like music
– Like music that doesn’t suck
– Like hip-hop
– Like hip-hop that isn’t all thugged out
– Like me
– Like me and people related to me

Then I strongly recommend you pick up a copy of my sister‘s CD:

…for you see, she is awesome. And explicit. Also, she wears hoodies:

I, Jairus, also wear hoodies:

You see the resemblance, I am certain. Also, her music is driven by the wearing of a fantastic hat:

As is mine:

I trust you have been sufficiently convinced.

INTERNETS

Because my journal has been noticably absent of content recently, and also because I have to be at work in two hours and cannot sleep, I give you the GIFT OF GOOGLE VIDEO:

Astrology and Other Dark-Sided Things. I actually felt bad for her for the first twenty seconds or so. Then I felt bad for her family.

Take a look overhead. Hey, man!

Obscured, by Dir en Grey. This just goes to show, however weird some Americans try to be, it ain’t no thing to the Japanese.

I think I know who shot 2Pac.

And the best for last: ROLLING THUNDER SPECIAL!

i am bic

An Ode To My Monitor
What ho! What’s this on my wood desk,
Something too large for words;
A screen so bright to be grotesque,
Clearly the work of nerds!
Ratio and size, sixteen to nine
Rotating stand to turn
The screen, not bound to the landscape,
Or such worldly concerns;
A guide that serves to hold the lines
So the cables can’t intertwine
Rounds out a perfect shape.

An Ode to my Hypothalamus
Get Fucked.

So they came into the outway. It was Sunday. What a black day.

This link is dedicated to Yann.

Without resorting to hyperbole, I can confidently state that it is the single greatest creative work that the human race has ever produced. Millions of years of evolution, and thousands of years of violent culture have led to this. At no point previously has our species had the rich artistic heritage which is necessary to support a body of work this teeming with life.

No man before nor after will be able to equal it’s depth and symbolism.

If humanity is to last for a thousand thousand years, men will still say, ‘This was their finest hour.‘

silent, still

A city frozen
under stars and amber lights
dreams of wind and earth

where stillness serves to lift the burden
of concrete spirits
and sleeping streets sink into brief respite

the sharp air bringing such a hush upon the world
even the birds refuse to break the peace

in this, all things agree

the snow is a blanket of silver dust on the world
the moon a bright cut across velvet sky.

HAPPY HO HO


Anyone who wants to avoid the holidays/malls/family is more than welcome at our house tomorrow. Movies, food, games, coffee.

Also I have been informed that Yann “Busy Hands” McManno may be giving out fondles to all attendees. Further details as I get them.

(Just let me know if you’re coming by, so we know how many people to expect.)