May 16, 2003

Michael Jordan - the champ

The champs off the court

Posted at 01:04 PM

May 14, 2003

The return of Chauvinism

This article started off great, but soon lost its way. The author wished to impress upon us that the respect garnered by women in the 70's and 80's by hardwork is now being lost and diluted my modern culture. Young men are inundated by messages from popular entertainment to think of women as 'hos' and 'biyatches'. Many women are also fans of the same entertainment that portrays them as posessions of 'playas'.

However, women too can be playas. There are female rap stars. Granted, the numbers are not comparable. The article was insightful in identifying the issue. However it quickly got side-tracked in a half-baked repudiation of Manufacturing Consent (media controls our modern culture). It finally ended with a whimper where it had started with a bang

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May 13, 2003

Go shorty

go shorty

Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go shawty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's yo birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck
It's not your birthday!

[Chorus] (2x)
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed

When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club
Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck
But homie ain't nothing change hold down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up
If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp
Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp
In the hood then the ladies saying "50 you hot"
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya im loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
I'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go

[Chorus] (2x)

My flow, my show brought me the doe
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look nigga I got K-Mart and I ain't change

And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back right?
When my junk get to pumpin in the club it's on
I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn
If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned
I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up
If the niggas hate then let 'em hate
Watch the money pile up
Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub
You know where we fucking be

[Chorus] (2x)

(laughing) Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either nigga
In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga

Posted at 04:14 PM

May 05, 2003

Memorable pictures of WWII


Posted at 08:43 AM

May 03, 2003

Dowd wows

The Iceman cometh, Top Gun ala GWB style.

Posted at 08:46 PM

Existentialism vs Zen Buddhism

Reading Sartre's Nausea resulted in the genesis of a thought in my mind. How does Existentialism compare with Zen Buddhism. When Buddha's nirvana married Taoism's concept of the way, Zen Buddhism was born. Taoism stresses passive acceptane of the way. Wu Wei Wu is a Taoist concept which tells us to be like a stone in a river bed. Let the way flow all around you. Do not move or be moved. We're told that our dukkha (Sartrian Nausea perhaps) results from our attempt to control what cannot be controlled. Taoism however warns us that accepting the way is not nihilism. The Tao does'nt do, but nothing is not done. Like the graceful movements in Tai-Chi we move with the way and accomplish our tasks.

Existentialism takes a different approach to this issue. Where Buddhism stresses the passive acceptance of the existentialist angst, the Existentialist is suddenely beset by the same nausea as Antoine Roquentin. The shock is severe at first. You then recover and say "OK, so nothing matters. Lets accept the limited rationale of this situation. Then this means everthing I choose is upto me. There is no reason for me to do anything I do not wish".

All of this brings us to the next moment. Whether you come from the Buddhist or Sartrian world, you are now awake to the existentialist angst. This world has no meaning. You live. Then you die. Nothing you say or do is of lasting consequence. Now, with what philosophy do you exist? Camus said the first question is "Is life worth living?". He says yes, life is worth living. He says when Sisyphus descends the mountain to put his shoulder behind the rock he is happy. Life is Life's work.

Assuming we've agreed life is worth living, what are our options? Zen Buddhism prefers the monk practioner to the lay practioner. A monk cloisters himself for hours on end. Sometimes sitting in practice with a group, at other times sitting by himself/herself. But is this living? Or is this escape. Yes, sitting (zazen) is an useful tool in gaining mindfulness, but doesn't being mindful all the time take the life out our living? I think so. Then what is life? Life is what we make of it.

Why do so few people realize the existentialist angst? Only people like Antoine Roquentin really have the opportunity to think of their valueless lives. Instead most of us are wrapped up in the shallow ties that bind. Family, children, hope, aspiration, dreams and tears. Life is a cheesy chick-flick for most of us. I contest that the genes with a proclivity towards understanding our useless existence are not worth dispersing. Imagine if Sartre and Beauvoir did have kids! Camus had kids and I am very curious about how they turned out. I think this realization of our existence is the burden the loners (and by some definitions losers) of our society bear. They realize. They exist. Then they die out. Existentialists are the biggest party poopers in town. They take the fun out of our petty squabbles, our grand discoveries and our zest for life.

Posted at 05:36 PM

May 02, 2003

Death - The only fact

Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go down for the last, last time. Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, the human trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty of our lives, will imprison ourselves in totems, taboos, crosses, blood sacrifices, steeples, mosques, races, armies, flags, nations, in order to deny the fact of death, which is the only fact we have.
James Baldwin --The fire next time
Posted at 08:37 PM

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