by B.J. on 11/28/2003 09:41:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

Love Doesn't Cost A Thing (But It Does Pay to be a Poolboy and Have Connections a Mechanic)

Haunted House was about to play, but of course 30 minutes worth of the movie is sitting down, listening to how movies cost money, watching previews, some dumb animated popcorn and Pepsi enjoy a movie, and the THX sound make its grand appearance.

The previews showed one movie in particular I cringed to: Love Don't Cost A Thing (But It Always Pays to be Yourself) <--- That crap in parenthesis is part of the movie title !

OUCH ! (Madden 96 style like Deion Sanders tackling Alfred Pupunu.)

Love Don't Cost a Thing stars Nick Cannon, Christina Milian, Steve Harvey, all of whom I have held in a positive light. Nick Cannon was the slick guy in drumline, Christina Milian was the hottest thing on the Disney Channel (6th grade, fella) and something of a pop star before the invasion of that 30-year old turned teenager Hilary Duff.

The preview starts off with Nick being a lowly nerdy pool boy and the shittiest assortment of Nelly's hip-hop hits that overshadows these selected moments in the movie. Just like in real life Nick comes across this super hotentot (actually Latina) potato Christina, and of course he can't get her and falls into a pool. However, out of a crowd of other guys, like magic one night, she looks straight at that nerdy lowly pool boy for help after crashing her car because he conveniently has connections to a mechanic (or he is rich and pays her tab or he is the mechanic, he cleans pools as the side job). Poor rich Christina does not want to pay $3000 to repair her $1 million dollar navigator, and Nick tells her that he can fix it for free if she becomes his girlfriend for a week. Then comes a cunning line where she says "don't be starin' at my booty."

Just when I was about to sink my head into both of my hands, then comes the turning point of this preview.

Nick, the lowly pool boy, who looked nothing like a "nerd" to begin with, becomes a high school hit just with the change of his clothes. He starts wearing loose velvet sweatpants which black girls obviously can't resist and suddenly can't keep the girls off him. He becomes something a chauvanist telling Christina to back off, and an echoing line while he's lying in his bed alone with the hip-hop suddenly stopped in favor of non-lyricked R&B, Christina asks, "are these the victories you want ?" The movie then becomes a springboard to a musical of life-changing proverbs to live by. Aww, look they're really just like the yuppies from Full House, Growing Pains, and Family Ties inside, but with b.a.b. (bounce, aZZ, and bling.)

At that point did I sink my head into my hands to shield myself from this horror.

Sandwiching this horrible preview and horrible looking movie are a bunch of white middle-class cunningly marketed movies (MTV-produced SAT and some other movie) which will probably tank up hardcore like Marcus Fizer building his muscles up by ritually ripping wild grizzly bears' arms off and beating them with it.

Where to begin, where to begin ?

The proposed plot and its glaring ironies (to use some verbose high-falutin English literature words) ? Sure, why not. Could not get anymore typical than this. I don't even want to type out that plot because I think my head would broil like an In-N-Out bun. The proverbs, mesage of the movie were way too obvious, and it's just a bunch of dead weight when you can't demonstrate (that line is pure hip-hop). The story and entertainment value would depend on how much 't' and 'a' Christina Milian shows.

The only effect this movie creates is reinforce stereotypes.

Who the hell did they have in mind when making this movie ? White kids ? Were the producers trying to shock those kids with the differences of hip-hop culture, but ultimately connect with them under 'universal' principles ? Cause I did not find any "connection" to that movie at all. It was horrid (and just a preview), and I hope it won't cost a thing to download it off somewhere and write a blog about what it really means someday. CD it, and then delete it.

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by B.J. on 11/26/2003 02:22:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

Thanks

I am thankful for my mom, dad, sister, and the motherfuckers I call friends.

I am also thankful for college, my middle-class privilege, and whatever else that holds me up.

Happy mofuckin' thanksgiving biotch.

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by B.J. on 11/24/2003 04:30:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

Benzino vs. Eminem

Even though he's made a song I like, Benzino has made himself look like a complete jackass going all out to try and besmirch Eminem's image.

Blah blah he's said stupid shit about Eminem being popular because he's white and that black rappers have to take hip-hop back to the streets. He probably just hates Eminem as evidenced by digging up some 10 year old stuff where Eminem makes some bigoted racist comments directed strictly at a black ex-girlfriend. While Benzino may be a dumbass fool, I can still see the tension that Eminem and other white and/or underground American rappers would create, mostly through no fault of their own other than the fact they have grown up in much more different environments and therefore have different issues. By growing up in a different environment, these undergrounders/white rappers have a tendency to make much more different music and not focus on guns, money, bitches, and weed because generally they've had those things.

I can't even hate on country anymore because that music would naturally make more sense to a ruralite. I don't like it but I respect it.

(Needed to start posting somewhere)

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by B.J. on 11/23/2003 11:33:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

Trace

This world moves way too fuckin' fast for me.
The basic needs of life are to get food, water, and sex.
Everything else to distract you along the way is gravy.
So with that, does accomplishing something created by society
really matter ?
Will it really
help your
digestion
and sex
to know
that
you are
a Ph.D ?
Food is
food
and
sex is
sex
I don't know
why
it is
so complex.

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by B.J. on 11/17/2003 03:05:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

A Day to Remember

The kid knows why his wings were shot down in the first place. It was because of his bad vision. Vision cluttered by his own ideas. His ideas cluttered together because people pumped his ego. He paid no attention to other people's ideas because he only saw his ideas. Somewhere along the way he forgot to see other people and pay attention to them. He thought he'd somehow transcend this society's standards with his own ideas. So how did the kid get to that realization ? Maybe it was the fault of wing repair who told him he needed his wings to fixed in the first place because all he did was gain confidence by attacking people. Perhaps wing repair was right, but wing repair could have had some wrong because wing repair is human too. Maybe wing repair needs to listen more closely too. But today in this day to remember, the kid soared with ideas because he was paying attention to everything the professors said. Instead of shutting the teachers out by sleeping, the kid took their ideas in and selectively connected his own ideas within flow of the content, rather than outside of the content. By listening he learned to have fun again, to inject meaning into whatever he learned (There was to be no sleeping like a coddled, unsullied middle-classer in this soar-thru, but that's not the point). He realized that he didn't accomplish end results and being happy by plain old struggle. Maybe having fun is all that the kid needed to get thru the struggle, instead of struggling because it was a struggle and it simply needed to be gotten thru because if he got thru it would make him better. But today in this day to remember, he did not need to get a pat on his ass for doing a great job and or a certain letter on that report card to validate his superiority over other people, and thus existence in this life. If the kid had fun, society's validation would come. No need to be better than anyone else because we all end up grounded anyway. But today in this day to remember, he took off from the ground at least for today. . .can he maintain. . .

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by B.J. on 11/16/2003 09:27:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

Tribute to College Dummies

So I'm sitting here doing this essay in my dorm room. And then all of a sudden there's this Tazmanian Devil of a tornado of a whirlwind of a rampage of noise that penetrates the big strong steel door that seperates me from the dummies. I just remembered.

Daniel and I discuss all the time, "our tax dollars are going to them. This [meaning high quality college education] shit is heavily subsidized."

Every time he says something like that, I think of all the morons past and present that I have met or at least seen here in college. The moron Abercrombie and Fitch couple banging the shit out of each other for everyone to hear next door and to see thru the window. The guys who think they're bad-ass on a basketball court taking everything so seriously as if they'll make our Division III team and somehow still be competent in life. The dining hall bad ass with muscles hanging out with all these stupid hoes who would get on some meat like it was drugs. The boorish dummie who would not shut up in Music of India. "Jamie" who got in my way at the Zion I, Ozomatli free concert. The doowoppy, yuppie surfer with the perfect hair who's in college "just for the ride." Won't even start on the drinkers and stoners.

Stop having fun, you idiots. You think Tanya Harding from her trailer park in Fiddlebob, Oklahoma is having fun after she had her fun ? NO !

Our tax dollars our going to them. . .down the "shitter."

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by B.J. on 11/14/2003 10:07:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

Poem

Putting this poem wasn't voluntary cause literature isn't always as hot as the "hot and heavy" described in Eminem's Guilty conscience video when that 15 year old girl is about to get raped, but selecting it was. I would've put up any poem I chose to memorize on Tuesday by today, and so it just happens to be Danse Russe. So here goes.

Danse Russe

by William Carlos Williams, 1917

If when my wife is sleeping
And the baby and Kathleen
are sleeping
and the sun is a flame-white disc
in silken mists
above shining trees,---
if I in my north room
dance naked. grotesquely
before my mirror
waving my shirt round my head
and singing softly to myself:
"I am lonely, lonely.
I was born to be lonely,
I am best so!"
If I admire my arms, my face,
my shoulders, flanks, buttocks
against the yellow drawn shades,---
Who shall say I am not
the happy genius of my household?

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by B.J. on 11/13/2003 07:46:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

[Last Edited 09/23/04]
[Edited 05/23/04]

Lyrics to the Bomb Ass Songs Ever Created

Sue da Pooh once told me that I should give the soundtrack of my life to her. I had no response back then, so for Sue da Pooh here you go. Except there's no trance for your pants. Download peer to peer off kaaza or winmx !

This took a fuckin' long time. Luckily, google toolbar was here to cut that long time in half. It also blocked some pop up ads which was good fun. And if you want to save your computer, don't ever click yes to anything being installed if you so happen to actually click on one of these sites.

And another addition to this post: To comply with the American thirst for quantification, I have also added rankings to each song.

CHILL OUT MUSIC (Music Great for Parties when you're just drinking and smoking out)

1. Sublime - Santeria - Reminds me of Santa Cruz, break dancing in Long Beach, and just plain good ole times.

2. Blackstar - Definition - Reminds me of UCSC minorities and all those militant movements.

3. Blackstar - Re-Definition - Ditto.

4. D'Angelo - Cruisin' - PCC 2004 UCSC. Plus, the song just glides and passes before you know it.

5. The Roots - Stay Cool - Awesome new jazzy hip hop telling you to chill the fuck out.

6. Nas - Get Down - Reminds me of New York in business and the streets.

7. Bob Marley - Jammin' - I had a headache the first time I ever listened to it. But it's mundane bubbliness kinda grows on you.

8. Bob Marley - Stir it Up - Reminds me of the Summer of 2001, the summer of NBA Street 1 and Tracy McGrady being a superstar baller. He was cool back then.

9. Black Eyed Peas - Empire Strikes Black - Another nugget from the Summer of 2001, but reminds me of the trip I took with my family and Keith and his family and a bunch of other Filipino families on the OMGC Fil-AM trip to Frisco. Reminded me of the deserts we stared down up the 101 North, and colleges that we were going to.

10. DMX, Aaliyah - Back in One Piece - Reminded me of T-Mac in this one picture where he's passing the ball in mid-air making it look effortless.

11. Louis Logic - Idiot Gear - The firestarting song to the parties during the Winter of 2004.

12. Eleventeen - In the Air - My recovering-from-a-relationship-song of October-November 2003 even though I got it in September and reminded me right away of the beginning of my 2nd year in college.

13. Hieroglyphics - You Never Knew - I need to keep an Oakland-based crew in the top 15. Reminds me of murals and UCSC, etc.

14. Blackalcious - Make You Feel That Way - You just become entranced when you hear this.

15. Kanye West, Common, Talib Kweli - Get Em High - Embarassment. Dicks. Tongue Rings. Just a lil word association with this song.

16. Ataris - Boys of Summer - NFL Street Days when I just beat the crap out of Dimacoo.

17. Green Day - Time of Your Life - Iconic song that means too many things.

18. Bone Thugs N Harmony - 1st of Tha Month - Another iconic song.

19. Dil Se - Dil Se Re - Hot Indian Girls, sorry Indian dudes if you are offended.

20. Black Eyed Peas - Weekends - The antithesis to my lonely nights of the 1st semester of my 11th grade year.

21. Musical Youth - Pass the Dutchie - The song they played in People Power after PCC was done.

22. DMX - How's It Goin' Down - 9th Grade, my red sweater with these stripes on it that meant that I was growing up, and trying to mack the first time.

23. Dr. Dre - Fuck You - The rainy days of 10th grade when I first did track. And Ron Artest.

24. Eastsidaz - G'd Up - Cool 1997ish song. Cruisin' West-Coast Style in the East. Coincidence is that I went to New Jersey.

25. Kanye West - Jesus Walks - PCC 2004 at UCSC. Good times.

26. Snoop Dogg, Tyrese, Mr. Tan - Baby Boy - Brings back memories of my AP US History and European teacher. Happy memories.

27. Snoop Dogg, Dr. Dre - Nuthin' But a 'G' Thang - Iconic song.

28. Black Sabbath - Iron Man - March 2003. It also reminds me of my long hair, I guess.

29. Outkast - The Way You Move Lyrics - Black bootay. Sorry, black dudes, please don't kick my ass.

30. Sublime - No Woman, No Cry - More Santa Cruz good times

31. Sublime - April 26, 1992 - I scream Riots every time I hear this song for some reason.

32. Ugly Duckling - Introduckling - Eh, this is an OK song.

33. Souls of Mischief - 93 'Til Infinity - The spring of 2003 and grabbing a cooler damn. 10 years after the song was made too.

34. Outkast - Hey Ya - Wiberwachi, and Joel knew about this song before me. And they are not exactly the biggest hip-hop heads.

35. Nivea, Jagged Edge - Don't Mess with My Man - Summer of 2002 - Keith's song.

36. Michael Jackson - Billy Jean - Makes me think of special shoes that magically turn the cement sidewalk dancefloor white.

37. Michael Jackson - Beat It - 1983. I wasnt born yet, but it makes me wish I was.

38. Louis Logic - Best Friends - Catchy shit that doesn't really remind me of anything

39. Ludacris - Southern Hospitality - Makes me think of getting socked in the cheek when you're cold. But also reminds me of 11th grade once I got past the adversity.

40T. Black Eyed Peas - Anxiety, Fly Away, APL Song - Little reminders of Summer 2003 and NBA Street 2's Double Gamebreaker.

41. Black Eyed Peas - The Boogie That Be - Fergie's Chillin'. Chillin' on my co--at that crap out !

42. Ideal - Whatever - This song was cool in 10th grade.

PUMP-UP SONGS - Probably just a continuation of the "CHILL OUT" songs, but these more often then not make you want to boogie (not dance, whiteboy).

1. Lords of the Underground - Chief Rocka - Everyone I've played it too catches on to it very quickly

2. Snoop Dog, Jermaine Dupri - We Just Wanna Party With You - Always an afterthought of a song, but always solid and very awesome

3. Raekwon - Determination - Captures the feeling of "rush"

4. Da Brat, Notorious B.I.G. - Da "B" Side - Same thing I would say with the Snoop Song.

5. The Cardigans - My Favorite Game - Reminds me of my red car days and trying to gun it up to 90 mph on that thing.

6. Ludacris - Stand Up - Luda always busting out something catchy.

7. Jermaine Dupri, P.Diddy, Nelly, Snoop Dogg - Welcome to Atlanta (Remix) - Very important song for 2 reasons. My ring tone. And also the song I had in mind when I thought up the name of this site.

8. Dilated Peoples, Talib Kweli - Live on Stage (Remix) - NBA Street 1 and 2. DSLarson. RDimacoo. Wiberwach. Prescott 419 and 412. Cowell College. UC Santa Cruz.

9. Blackalicious - Alphabet Aerobics - Keep up with this if you're so great.

10. Shola, Craig David - Imagine - The fastest song ever.

11. Kurupt - On Site - Makes you feel gangsta (and not in a mocking way)

12. Outkast - ATliens - Was a hit when I was in 6th, 7th, or 8th grade, but still pretty good once in a while

13. They Might Be Giants - Boss of Me - I needed more white people music on this list. But I like this song.

14. Mario - Just A Friend (2002) - Reminds me of the summer of 2002. And Jamal Crawford's crossover.

15. Nelly, Kelly - Dilemma - Another Summer of 2002 hit.

16. Dr. Dre - Next Episode - The song I thought of when I created my screen name back in 2001, Darkbluesmoke.

17. Beastie Boys - Fight for Your Right (To Party) - Reminds me of Lawrence Taylor and this one card of his where he's encased in crappy 1986 photoshop effects (a puff of blue). It really did an injustice to the fierceness of this guy.

18. Beatles - Twist And Shout - Bueller, Bueller ? Wow another 1986 hit. I mean Ferris, that is.

19. Black Eyed Peas - Go Go - This song has made me think some of the nastiest thoughts.

20. Black Eyed Peas - On My Own - Cross country running during the Fall of 2001 and trying to get through every race still standing up and breathing.

21. Black Eyed Peas - Release - Fun song, doesn't remind me of anything.

22. Black Eyed Peas - Shut Up - The air flowing hit of 2003.

23. Juvenile - Back Dat Azz Up - 10th grade. When I was the mack king.

24. Black Eyed Peas - Lets Get Retarded - Bop your head like epilepsy.

25. Bobby Brown - On Our Own - 1989. Ghostbusters. Song projects something like it's headed for better things after the song and clearing the storm.

26. DMX - Where Da Hood At - This low because of its homophobic comments. I could get into this song and I do make gay jokes some times, but I can't just yell out "fag" or some other crude comment like that anymore. It's just wrong.

27. DDR - Jennifer - If You Were Here - Reminds me of the U C L A arcade in Ackerman union.

28. DDR - Naoki - Dynamite Rave - Reminds me of an old, but curvy algebra teacher I once had. Damn. I would hit that still even though she's middle-aged. If anyone knew who was talking about and remembered her face, you guys would be like ewww. But hey, curvy is curvy.

29. Wyclef Jean, Claudette Ortiz - Dance Like This - A good song to groove to.

30. La Orishas, Heather Headley - Represent Cuba - PCC 2004 at UCSC. Girls in red velvet underwear.

31. Ozomatli - Cumbia De Los Muertos - Late Spring 2004. Whatever that means.

32. Mya - Do You Only Wanna Dance - Mya is the hottest girl alive. Bang that for days.

Social Message, Personal Psychology Songs (Basically, songs that make you think)

1T. Zion I - Boom Bip, Silly Puddy, Critical, Trippin', How Many, Elevation, One More Thing, The Drill, Finger Paint - There's just quality in each of the songs. Plus it's convenient to just link em all at once.

2. 2Pac, Nas - Thugz Mansion (Acoustic) - UCSC Spring Quarter 2003. Oh and Finding Nemo too !

3. Atmosphere - God's Bathroom Floor - December music (winter music) when you're wondering where you're going in life.

4. Guru, Les Nubians - Who's There - A December song to think about when you're complaining about your life

5. Pete Rock, CL Smooth - They Reminisce Over You -Smooth.

6. Radiohead - Idioteque - Awesome sound. Some day I'll figure out what they're saying. Oh look, I found the lyrics. Na, save that for later.

7. Kanye West - We Don't Care - Another fuck you song to people who don't like rap, hate the ways of inner city folks

8. Atmosphere - Free or Dead - A juxtaposition of December, fish trucks, snow, and a Jamaican in New York

9. 2Pac - To Live and Die in L.A. - The Los Ang that I know, not the one on TV or known to the whole population

10. Nas - Rule - Sparking my community activist heat !

11. Atmosphere - Modern Man's Hustle - Atmosphere coming up with yet another "December" (remember Winter) song. You could cuddle if you like.

12. Black Eyed Peas - Where Is the Love ? - Well where ?

13. DMX - Slippin' - 10th grade I guess.

14. Bone Thugs N Harmony - Days of Our Lives - An underappreciated Bone Thugs Song. And the Bone Thugs themselves are underappreciated.

15. Bone Thugs N Harmony - Tha Crossroads (DJ U-Neek Remix) - Song that I always thought should've won at the 1996 VMAs.

16. Bob Marley - Redemption Song - Far the Rasta Man.

17. Mystic - The Life - Reminds me of murals AND headbands and stuff and sitting back and drawing the scene of murals and headbands and stuff and sitting back.

18. Michael Jackson - Man in the Mirror

19. Radiohead - Creep (Acoustic)

20. Atmosphere - Guns and Cigarettes

21. Alicia Keys - If I Ain't Got You - Alicia Keys is the prettiest girl ever.

Inspirational Songs (Songs that just drive me to kick ass and take names. This is my most favoritest group of songs)

1. Bust A Groove 2 - Shorty - Happy Heart in the Sunshine - The song that kept my spirits alive when I was all lonely, but literally running all over the place. Good stuff.

2. Curtis Mayfield - Move On Up - Message is simple.

3. Smashmouth - All-Star - Message is simple yet again.

4. Aaliyah - Journey to the PastWinter 2003 which reminds me of running half naked through the himalayas in slippers.

5. Pharcyde - Runnin' - My money song at UCSC when I was DJing during those Saturday get-togethers at Merrill.

6. Modest Mouse - Float On - The Everything is going to be alright song of Summer of 2004.

7. Aerosmith - Dream On - From the November 2003 files of wanting to break out.

8. Eminem - Lose Yourself - That bastard Asian kid Kenny.

9. Hieroglyphics - Miles to the Sun - A boom skip, hop, that'll rattle its own record off the turntable.

10. Goapele - Closer - Nightclub singing. A December song that reminds me of someone pretty in a black gown and me being happy to see that.

11. Eminem - Sing For the Moment - Fight On

12. Eminem - StanThe rainy cross country days of 2001. Running in the rain. Reminds me of Jesse Owens and his heroic antics in 1936.

13. Kanye West, Jay-Z, Saul Williams - Never Let You DownEmpowerment song that makes me think someone is being coiled and is going to eventually break out of it.

14. Dilated Peoples - This Way DJ Rhettmatic shaking the static.

15. Aaliyah - Miss You - Winter, Spring of 2003. Greyhound Busses. Albertsons in Irvine. UC-Irvine, Sierra Dorms, 2003. Room 201 C. Some girl there.

16. Ghostface Killah - Cherchez La GhostReminds me of my cross country days and how I would always finish in front of this tall skinny black kid named Brandon.

17. Michael Jackson - Smooth Criminal - Reminds me of sneakiness complemented with an Asian last name like Matsemoto probably because there was an Asian girl in that video or they tried to make it seem like it was taking place in some cool Japanese bar.

18. Fischerspooner - Emerge - I am reminded of the 1 Freeway, a certain Long Beacher who is white, Jamal Crawford, and Bel Punkol.

19. Toybox - Best Friend - Good for getting me pissed off.

20. Outfield - Winning it All - NBA Finals of 1992. Go Bulls.

LOVEY DOVEY - (Some of which (10-13) I'd be too embarassed to play ever even amongst friends)

1. Weezer - Only in Dreams - The winding down of my time at UCSC.

2. The Cure - Love Song - I was looking for this song for a long time and finally found it.

3. Maxwell - This Woman's Work - For some reason it was a Kairos song, but reminds me of woman empowerment.

4. Aaliyah - One in a Million - A twista of a love song.

5. D'Angelo - You're My Lady - I am always reminded of D'Angelo blowing smoke. Damn, I want to be that cool.

6. Michelle Branch - Drop in the Ocean - Hah. A conservative guy named Tyler had this as his song on his blogger. I like when I hear Michelle dip into "surprise" and she starts rocking.

7. Ginuwine - Differences - Irvine.

8. Janet Jackson - Doesn't Matter - Summer of 2000. Nothing happened, except that waterfest was at this super clean place.

9. Xscape - Rest of My Life - A slow song that I found and spread to the girls. They loved me after that.

10. N'Sync - I Thought She Knew Lyrics - Sorrowful

11. N'Sync - This I Promise You Lyrics - Hopeful.

12. N'Sync - God Must Have Spent - Sweet.

13. Bobby Goldsboro - Honey - Sad.

SONGS WITH SCARCE TO NO LYRICS, JUST CAN'T FIND THEM (OR TOO LAZY TO FIND THEM)

1. Pharcyde - Passin' Me By (DJ Z-Trip version) - Another December hit

2. A Perfect Circle - Love Song (Cure Cover Live in Concert) - Another December hit, but in that it's talking about the Diary of a Madman

3. Mya - Everything or Nothing (Jazz Version) - Mya's sofa king hot.

4. Poncho Sanchez - Manila - Philippines got to represent somehow in this list of great song.

5. Tabla Beat Science - Audiomaze - A headnodder, if you're on drugs.

6. Velfarre Trance Volume 4 - Good Trance

7. Sexbomb Girls, Joey De Leon - Spageti Song - Old people and Filipinos.

8. Bayani Agbayani - Otso Otso - Reminds me of my dad trying to be hip by playing it at my mom's surprise party.

9. Motorcycle - As the Rush Comes - Another song after clearing the storm. It's about where you're heading next. . .

10. Ayla - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 - High school and getting away from the all hip-hop, R&B, rap influences

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by B.J. on 11/11/2003 12:45:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

You Fall to Hell When Your Wings Are Clipped

Let's just say, that as of this moment, the kid is getting tested.

So September 20th, this kid is anxious for the new year to start. He gets all the books before everyone else. He reads them too just to get up ahead on everyone and gets cocky. Flying high like Zion I wherever the flying fuck he wants.

There he meets Doy, Raniel, and Tristan. They hang out at the boardwalk on boardwalk night so they could get Raniel and Doy some pussy, but Doy gets too drunk, which leads, Raniel, Tristan, and him to take care of the guy. Wasted night.

Classes start. The literature teacher tells the kid that there will be a quiz every day. The quiz seems a little hard. Throws a little screw in the kid's plans, but whatever. (It turns out he does well on the quiz anyway.) Then there's that anthro class. How boring can it get when people are walking out by the second day of classes ? No biggie. And that African Women class, such sticklers for attendance. Again, no biggie.

The kid is still flying high like Zion I wherever the flying fuck he wants.

He sends his resume online for jobs on campus. One reply ! Student Corps ? Oh wow, he's always wanted to work for student corps !

And what do you know they hired him on the spot after saying he'd work anytime and were throwing a pizza party the next Friday ! Holy shit things are looking up especially from this birds eye view.

But maybe not that anthro class. That boring piece of shit, he should have just done his own work, and now he got a 26/33 thanks to answers from Krats. Also what the hell is up with that African Women class ?

Eh, just keep working kid, stay flying. You'll get thru it no matter what shit weighs down on you. Keep flying high like Zion I wherever the flying fuck you want.

Weekend again. Doy and Raniel get drunk. Kid takes care of them.

Weed the next weekend too with Edwin at a dance. Makes himself like an ass in front of the whole Filipino community on campus.

Fucking Cubs. Fucking Marlins.

Weed again next weekend but only half high.

School gone by, gone by, gone by. Those lit papers are kicking some ass.

But he's got no job. But whoa, a job (because the job requires finding jobs). Kid makes a banner and thinks highly of it. Hahahahahhaahahah good job kid.

Woops, hold on there something's broke. It's just the kid's wings. He can still fly right ? Keep. . .Flying. . .High. . .Like. . .Zion. . .I. . .Wherever. . .The. . .Flying. . .Fuck. . .You. . .Want. . .Erm, hopefully. I guess he's more grateful for his legs ?

Yeah right.

Bam, bam, "I don't give a shit chu bitch cuz I'm a gangsta fo life !" The kid is still a great baller, and he doesn't need wings for that. Damn he touches rim. A 44 inch vertical I tell ya. So the kid might be flying high like Zion I wherever the fuck he wants after all.

Those fuckers at financial aid keep hassling him. Unfazed, the kid writes the midterm cheat sheet for anthro. But that third paper sucked ass but he worked harder than anyone else. But then again, whatever, the kid's doing fine. Plus, Jario and that Moanna seem like cool company.

An 87 on that Anthro midterm. But some crosseyed bitch makes it sound so easy to get an 'a' and is all happy and cheery about it. Shoot her.

He gives the wrong directions to Doy, and Doy ditches him. Two discussions to attend for that Afro women class. And still has not done that book review or even read that book. Then he has to memorize poems. He's still the dumb one in African women. At least that midterm which will at least sure be graded easily and he'll blow them away. Where the hell does it all end ? Not here. Those wings would've freakin' helped to fly the fuck away from here. The dining hall is shaking and shivering even though its been the same old piece of shit. The kid leaves and bolts his early morning Sunday breakfast earlier than usual to do what ? He's on the verge of something. Heart pounds. Throat gets tight. Knees buckle, but he manages to stand up wrapped up in his blue sweater, to hurry to his room. Kid is alone. The hell does he have ? Phone call from the wing repair service does not give a definite time as to when they'll be repaired. Will they ever ?

Afro women paper is hell. Kid can't find a job. No phone calls from wing repair.

Afro women paper materializes into only a 'B' even though the kid works hardest again. No phone calls from wing repair.

No calls, no calls, no calls, they don't want to call him cause he's just a customer. Can't fly high like Zion I wherever the flying fuck he wants. The kid reads Sobert Rapolsky's Why Ulcers don't Get Zebras and finds that people with no outlets 5x are more likely to die.

So where is the kid going now. . .

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by B.J. on 11/09/2003 11:24:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

New Words and Phrases I Have Picked Up and Used A Lot Colloquially In the Last Two Years

When I'm on the computer, I have been told that I take on a different language. I curse a lot on these posts, but even those are mechanical, forced "shits" and "fucks" at times. So to get a grip on how I actually talk as a good anthropologist would do, I present the words that I have used most in the last two years (in conjunction with "awkward words":

5. "Scrappola" - This word started out as "crap", then evolved into "crappola." It doesn't quite give out the whole feeling of droppings as does "crappola." But then as an 8th grader, I also wanted to fuse "crappola" with "shit" without saying "shit" thus "scrappola."

4. "God Fucking Damnit" - I remember using this on my parents when I was really pissed off with them. I don't use it to commemorate that cause Ilvemiparents, but it had evolved to mean "Fucking God Damnit." It's about the most rebellious word I can say. I actually don't use this a lot anymore.

3. "Shitter" - I picked this up from Old Yeller and his Oakland lingo. It gives a funnier picture of "toilet" and makes me think of the flushing part in particular. The shitter.

2. "Fook" - Just a nicer way to say "fuck". . .Minne-soe-tuh and Canada style. I developed it just this past year. How creative. But still everyone knows what I mean.

1. "Man" - This simple 3-letter, 1-syllable word is used every time I can't find the words to say, when something goes wrong, for a suprise, or when something is exciting. It bridges gaps and lulls in conversation. It's easily presentable in any situation when I want to say profanities. It evolved after I tried to stop cursing so my parents would not get pissed off just this past year.

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by B.J. on 11/07/2003 01:43:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

History of East Hollywood

The part that no one ever acknowledges because its about as sanitary as a Dmanisian fossil. Geez, there's no respect for the dirty places, even though they've got more wisdom.

Hollywoodland was all farmland, first of all. Now the only thing green is the toxic shit on those bumpy ass roads.

It's interesting to see how my city evolved so quickly, wondering about who roamed where and how things got started. Fun shit all the time.

But here are the interesting tidbits about the history of the landmarks we see today bulletpointed and packaged for you:

-Children's Hospital was built in 1913

-The Vons (Safeway for Nor Cal fools) located on Virgil and Sunset was the movie set for an old movie called Intolerance. The William Fox Studio (predecessor to 20th century Fox) was located on Western and Sunset.

-That old Cahuenga library was built in 1916 and named after the Cahug-Na Indians who lived in a stretch of Atwater Village to Hollywood.

-That broken down piece of shit that is called LACC used to be University of California, Southern Branch in 1919. But that university relocated 12 miles to a ranch called Westwood and now calls itself UCLA.

-The church of Scientology buildings oun Fountain used to be the Cedars of Lebanon Hospital. It was built in 1930. Cedars of Lebanon eloped with Cedars-Sinai in Beverly Hills in 1976.

-The Hollywood freeway (101) was built from 1947-1949. Read and see pictures of freeways.
-Kaiser was built in 1953.

Heavy thanks to this site.

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by B.J. on 11/06/2003 07:47:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

Have You Noticed. . .

Where's the love shown to the Latino card swipers at the Cowell dining hall ?

It's all up in the face of this one black card swiper at the College 9/10 dining hall.

Those middle-aged Latino card swipers cannot even get as much as a look or even a thank you from these snobby asspuff surfer kids.

But then, about half the time I sit down and watch the black card swiper in action, about half of those same surfer kids will enthusiastically greet him acting like his friend. They're trying to be "down" with the black guy cause he's their only contact with "those" kind of people. Then, they just sit down and eat, forgetting it ever happened.

And of course this ain't new shit. The same stuff happened with the black security guards at Loyola during my freshman and sophomore years in comparison to the new Latino ones during my junior and senior years. In the cocky ass white guy's view: see big black guy, make positive contact so he doesn't hurt me. Ignore that other Latino because I could take him and he won't be able to talk to me.

So, how are these three micro examples samples of how race has become a non-issue in this society ? Easy. They're not.

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by B.J. on 11/05/2003 12:43:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

Basketball Shot Mechanics

Damn, I really feel like Scottie Pippen in his younger days combined with the Jamal Crawford of today out there.

I was hitting shots. . .like it was going out of style. It was hydroelectric.



(Yep, as hydroelectric as this 80s notion of modernity and electricity)

After over 10 years of playing on/off, I have finally figured and solidified my shot mechanics on the courts. The key (at least for me) to making shots has been the pop from the bent knees. If I got that, all I need to do is put the ball somewhere in the vicinity of that hoop with my hands, which are opened wide enough to grip the ball. And for those super long shots, I make sure that my body is squared to that hoop. Snap the wrists and send that sucker flying like a flying fuck. Mechanically, I have stuff down.

So if I'm ever in a rut, I just gotta think back on these mechanics with the positive results discussed here and leave it to pure physics to put that motherfudging ball in the hoop. Otherwise to the hoop I will eclectically a-speed right, left, inside, outside.

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Porter Run

by B.J. on 11/04/2003 12:00:00 AM Print this post

The Naked run, the First Rain, the Porter Run at UCSC, UC Santa Cruz, University of California, at Santa Cruz. It all happened for the second time in my UCSC career two days ago on November 1st. Here it is chronicled in two "high-quality" pictures. Better one here from a friend on Digi Ramen. Ha.

It's not an orgy fest. It's a statement and custom above all. Everything happens too fast for any sexual thoughts to cross your perverted mind because they really do run. And run they did. . .like cattle. . .through the largest UC campus acre-wise into dining halls, school buildings, and residence halls. These pictures were taken at Cowell College and the Student Union. They are meant to look like cattle rather than any kind of porn. After all, we are just a bunch of animals anyway, which the second picture really highlights. Don't be scared of your birthday suits fellas. (Don't worry if you participated, your faces are lost in the blur so your parents, friends, priests, kids, whathaveyou won't ever be able to tell)



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by B.J. on 11/03/2003 10:35:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

Home

I would like to go there.
But do I even have it ?
The place where I
Heal the wear and tear
The place where I
Have time to spare
And share
Myself
From my firsts
To my worst
It has been there
They call it inanimate
But its one that cares
Never scares
Till its gone and went
Left without consent
And the pair is dissent
Get another house sure
But home is not
Not just a door and stairs
Its the flare to your despair
With all that recycled air
And all the mussy hair
Bugs, termites freekin' beware
But despite its stinky share
It has a rare snare to fry the kitch
And glare that keeps you floored.

(Note: "om" is a sacred symbol in Buddhist and hindu cultures
"an" is just used here as an afterthought)

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