Yes, the title has nothing to do with this post, but I needed something. I like the way that sounds, although not as much as what I’m changing the tagline to. In fact, it is the new motto. I’ll let you see it, and I’ll make it stand out for you so that you see it even if you don’t read this seemingly pointless introductory text.
where my mind met my soul.
Well, now for my actual words. I am reflecting on my trip to Japan now, and I will write out some of the things that stand out in my mind. I guess I should start with one of the okay ones. We were all in Tokyo on one of our first nights there. Shimazu-sensei, Hana, Rei, Kimu-chan, Emma, Kira, John, and I walked out of the train onto a street that seemed straight out of that one race in Tokyo Drift. Where all the people have overtaken the streets like ants on a rotting fruit. I actually went to the street where that the race scene depicted, but that’s another story. So Shimazu-sensei, in her usual fashion, tells us a place to meet and a time and sets us loose for about an hour-and-a-half on a busy Tokyo street at night.
John and I were amazed very early in the trip by the surprising number of shirts with English words and no grammar that people so frequently adorned, and we set out from early that same morning to successfully take a picture with that [wo]man. This had been fruitless until later that night, but that is for the end of the story. We walked around, staring in amazement at the lights much like New Englanders do in Times Square, and although it is knowingly wrong of me to hate them while saying this, I felt like Bambi in a Woodcrest parking lot at 11:45. The city never ceased to amaze me. I’ll even make the claim that the country never ceased to surprise and maintain it’s awe inspiring status.
Anyone who knows what’s happening in the world also knows that Japan is the world’s LEADER in technology, so after a stint at the arcade (They have Tekken 6 and Time Crises 4. We don’t have Tekken 5 yet, and Time Crises 3 is still getting much run in our arcades.) and many clothes shops (one place out here actually told me, in English, that all the big sizes were in the back the moment I walked in the store. I bought a shirt somewhere else.) we set out to an electronics store. These stores are normally about 5 stories and a basement, sometimes 6 stories tall. All electronics. They organize it by the type, and they have a nerd’s wet dream/fantasy on ever floor. Anyone who uses L337 $P33K has a chance of actually catching one on the thigh. We were traversing the headphone and CD accessory floor when this salt and pepper, slightly balding Japanese man appears. John and I looked at him, then looked at each other, and instantly began to walk across the room. I stumbled out in Japanese that I thought his shirt was funny, and our permission to take pictures with him. He said yes, and kept a very quiet, but confident face in both the pictures. His shirt was the Butterfingers bar, but instead of Butterfingers, it was Butterfuckers, and at the time we found that insanely hilarious, partly because in America that could be seen as highly inappropriate, especially for a man of his status, and mostly because every Japanese person could read that, but damn near none could understand what it meant. Little kids could memorize that word on the train ride home, and never understand what the fuck it is.
Then we left that store, and the time to regroup was approaching. Japan is precisely exactly precise, so being late was not an option. On the way back, we were feeling a huge boost after finally getting a picture after many rejections, and decided to do the Japanese tourist thing. We walked up to these two girls, who could have been any age between 15 and 25, and asked to take picture with them. So individually John and I, 6′1″ and 6′ respectively, were next to two Japanese woman, who in heels were about 5′3″. After that, they began to chat us up (in English), and I realized that had we not had to get back to the hotel with out teacher in like 2 minutes, who wouldn’t allow us to go get drunk and laid under her watch because it’s illegal (she invited us to go back with her once we hit 21. I’m not lying), we would have really fucked up some Japanese man’s day in the future. Either that or they would move to a different country.
Then we went back and told everyone else the story of our night. Everyone was amazed, including sensei. Then I revealed my find, and everyone was equally amazed at the audacity of me not to only buy, but show off the shirt I had purchased. I think you visionaries will enjoy this one. Once I get up a picture. I’ll tell you the funny half, and let you get the deep half visually once I get a good shot of me partying in that shirt. Clinton, laughing, full of charisma, with a photoshopped naked woman on her knees giving him the hommy homs / heddywop / yumyum. Mix an Obama shirt, only clinton, and the nike head shirt, only you can see her titties. Also, there is a bar over her eyes. It reads, in bold contrasting colors, “Fuck for Fame”. Classic.
So yeah, that was that night. I liked it, and one day I’ll let it continue to the bar, then the karaoke spot, and eventually the hotel. Or her crib (not sensei. Shimazu-sensei is my homeslice.). Yeah, that was just a night in Tokyo, and we didn’t even spend that much. The shirt was paper, but the experience was priceless. So was the first time I wore that shirt. And the next time I wore that shirt. That’s for when I’m 100% sure the feds [read:administration] aren’t keeping track of this.
Yup. Now, I need to update my playlist for the lames and the losers out there. Since you wanna know what the piff is, I’ll show you which tracks are that crackmilk right now. I got that Winehouse [carrotcake]. Carrot Cake is an inside joke.
“Butter” by A Tribe Called Quest from the album The Low End Theory
“Machine Gun Funk” by The Notorious B.I.G from the album Ready To Die
“Pennies” by The Cool Kids from the album [unknown]
“Let the Beat Build Freestyle” by Cam’ron from the album [unknown]
“Say It Ain’t So” by Weezer from the album The Blue Album
“Come Around feat. Timbaland” by M.I.A from the album Kala
“Everyone Nose (All The Girls Standing In The Line For The Bathroom) (Remix feat. CRS and Pusha T of the Clipse)” by N*E*R*D from the album Seeing Sounds
Signing off for now, dutch time. Photoshop is a bitch to learn on your own.
Right now I’m trying to quickly master the intricacies of Photoshop [read: I am on my grind grind grind]. If I can get this to work, then I’ll figure out how much to start up, and from there I’ll drop information. This work is the preliminary nonsense for a mass production run (albeit mass production will still be relatively small), and if it goes as planned I’ll try to start up a nice little base for myself. But, I am getting ahead of myself. Hmm…I have to give you something more than a verbal update… the people need visual. I’ll show you the fruits of my labor (maybe 3 hours of actual work and closer to 14 of various procrastination methods).
Oh. Tribe, Wu-Tang, Biggie, and Nas on the current playlist.
“It’s like butter baby. Not no margarine, not no Parkay, just butter baby. It’s like butter baby.”
“Bust a nut inside ya eye - to show you where I [come] from.”
[update] i put the got the not a nigger idea from my twin brother Thiz. He, as many intelligent minorities, has had to deal with the “you are so articulate” compliment/hidden insult from educated and elite members of society. This is a recurring problem, and as protest to this the shirt was born.
The flying olive is actually an ode to a pretty young lady that helped me understand some of the things around me, and although we were unable to completely open my eyes, I am more aware now that I was in times before. She has been immortalized by this, and she will never know. Aside from that, it was just my brain in action, doing what it does best.
I am telling you all these things because I feel that you should know them. Why not right? It’s still fresh shit, but now you know. Half the battle is over.
Back from the future and Japan is amazing. Everyone should try to get the money to go at some point in their lives (expensive as F*CK though). I’m now back in the States, which means back in the lab, which means I have a little bit of new heat for the block. Plus, I need to make sure that all operations are functional, so I’m dropping a few other things as well.
I would also like to share a concept with you all.
That ducks that fly in a ‘v’ shaped pattern are in fact being lazy? The wind resistance to the foreman is much higher than those following him, so he must put forth more effort. But, he knows he is a leader, and in this non-competitive situation they share the extra work demanded by such a position. But we believe this isn’t the case in freshness. Everyone should relish the moments that they put forth extra work to lead. I’m trying to grow my wings, but I can’t do it alone. With me, learn to lead.
…saw Chris Brown and Rihanna on that shit and got pissed. If you live under a rock (or you haven’t been paying that bill for the world wide web) you would know that everyone has been jumping on the “A Milli” freestyle, because, quite frankly, Weezy F. (yeah i didn’t say the baby shoot me) didn’t do it justice. Everyone is on this beat, PAUSE, listen for yourself. So for some reason, the singers crashed the party. Chris Breezy recorded his own version of “A Milli”.
Pretty harmless. TIll Humpty Dumpty jumped out of nowhere and started throwing shots at the King’s horseman. My gay connect tells me (I’m joking, fags) that Ne-Yo and Chris Brown have been having an sissy-fight back-and-forth argument about who has a better voice. I’m not gonna front on Humpty Dumpty though, he went pretty hard (no homo niggas who wear their jeans a little tooo tight). I know yall come to blogs to find your opinions (just kiddinnggg…am I?), but let me know what you think.
In Dr. Carter, during the second verse Weezy tries to justify stealing rhymes by calling it “enlightenment”. This is some tomfoolery. Coon, you can’t talk about originality and steal rhymes. If you don’t sit down and write your shit, you are NOT and MC. Point and Case. Dr. Carter Lyrics, Verse 2. And in Lollipop it was brought to my attention that Wayne talks about how good it feels when she sits on his face. Not a good look Weezy Stans. Stop giving this [expletive] a blank check for that Gangstalicious nonsense. See links below for the less-than-gangster sentiment.
As far as freshness knows, neither Ice T nor Soulja Boy should have their mouths open. The only reason I know about the beef is b/c I try to keep my ear to the street, but this garbage gives me an ear infection, which is why I keep out of the nonsense. My vote goes to this being just a waste of everyone’s time, and this is where the energy is no longer spent on whatever rift this is. First the beginning, then the first response, then the second response, now the end of all the nonsense [hopefully].
Shaq going at Kobe? He just mad that he ain’t get MVP. Envious Green Flatters No Human Shaq. Kobe, save yourself the further humiliation and stay out of the booth. Shaq kinda went in on him though. Here for all the Late Comers.
And Remember, the Golden Olives are still in the concept shop. Should be making a move either later tonight or upon the allocation of a muse [read: piff after my tooth pulling]. Trust me, you’ll love the Olives when they come.
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I was just listening to Hot 97 (One of the MANY reasons NY shits on Boston), and Funk Flex started going off for no reason. Like, he started calling out people he had raced on the streets, released information about when and where he would be racing, and even challenged policemen to race him. Flex challenged 5-0 to an illegal race on the West Side highway. This [expletive] is crazy. Then, he proceeded to black out on the 1’s and 2’s. I Love New York (Not that horse bitch for all you wise asses).
I remember what i wanted to say before now; Ice Cube has had quite the career. This [expletive] went from F*ck the Police and AmeriKKKa to Top Flight Security [of the world] and a South Side Chi Barber. WTF? How does this [expletive] still make money? Remember how he introduced himself? “Straight out of Compton// Is a crazy muthafucka named Ice Cube” and now he’s tryna drive lil kids across the country. Not knocking the hustle, nor claiming to dislike the material, just observing. *See Boondocks Season 2 Episode 13 for spark*
Since Flex Blacked Out, Look At Some REAL New York Shit : Camron-My Aura
Just wanted to give yall a quick sample of the freshness before I put together what’s in store. Be sure to remind yourself about the limited edition Golden Olives Tee, pics to be posted.
![Gold[en] Purple Olive](files/2008/08/olive.gif)
