I'm a little love lorn. Or bored. I'm actually not sure which.

‘Do not believe everything you’re told ( Read more... )

I've been listening to a whole lot of hip hop lately, most of it from the late 80's to late 90's. But when I say hip hop past, I don't mean chronologically. I mean autobiographically.

Jump, by Kris Kross. They're 13 years old, produced by a 19 year old, and they're surprisingly passable rappers. Awesome.

I'm the arsenal
I got artillery, lyrics of ammo
Rounds of rhythm
Then I'm 'a give 'em piano
Bring a bullet-proof vest
Nothin' to ricochet
ready to aim at the brain
~Now what the trigger say

For the longest time I believed that mainstream, pop hip-hop and alternative hip-hop were two totally separate worlds. I was totally wrong. Take a guy like DJ Premier, for example who would produce, Biggie, Nas, whoever, but his own biggest project, Gang Starr, was totally innovative and alternative.

YOU HAVE WON A BANK STATEMENT! DO NOT PASS GO! DO NOT FEED THE RACCOONS!

BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU

Blech. Luck of the Irish.

I got an internship! I'm gonna be researching graphs and dessins (I think dessins are some sort of topological extension of graphs) at Louisianna State U. I'm so excited that someone wanted me ( Read more... )

Baller (n.) - A person who balls out.

Ball out (v.) - (1) to dominate, with reckless abandon; (2) to be unstoppable, as pertains to Shaq; (3) to go beyond the call of what is necessary, to excel, with connotation of this excellence having potential disastrous consequences

LJ.com is running at a snail's pace. Who could want to blog on Valentines Day? Not me, you sops!