Monthly Archives: July 2008

Louis Armstrong scored this Betty Boop short and it’s rad, especially when his face forms in the clouds like La Virgen in an A-bombing. The cartoon, um, well… 1932 was a pretty shitty year for race relations and, like, cultural … Continue reading →

she: “i’m listening to kid sister.” him: “why are you doing that, that shit is just like oonch oonch oonch, ta-tingy-tong-tang-da-dingy-dong-dang, bow bow bow bow.” she: “so you’re saying kid sister’s only song is ‘cottoneyed joe’?” him: “yes. kid sister … Continue reading →

OK so. There are a lot of things I do not miss about Portland (sorry dudes) but there a few things I do. I.e. the Blazers, no tax, Higher Taste Golden Slices, my old dance teacher Mariecella Devine, “14-oz boner.” … Continue reading →

And finally… the stitches where my arm popped out. It looks way better. All the yellow Lisa Simpson skin is internal bruising and follows a map of injured ligaments, tendons.

Via racialicious, Ta-Nehisi Coates on Hillary’s privilege in RE: her comment that she was “shocked” at the sexism she encountered: Why the hell was Hillary Clinton, and many of her allies, “shocked” by the sexism she encountered? I’ve been wondering … Continue reading →

My man Jiro Wang from the popular Taiwanese drama Rolling Love (Go Fried Rice!) has a blog. It plays “Apologize” by One Republic over and over. You probably can’t read it unless you are fluent in Mandarin or you google-translate … Continue reading →

she is in every magazine on every planet, the features and the ads. you cannot walk down an east village sidestreet or poorly lit brewhaus without seeing her and her hairdo, memo to fash mag editors: soccer coach lezzes have … Continue reading →

minutes before the elbow incident. i knew not what pain would beFALL me. photo: krisanne johnson. club: bed-stuy. ignorance: priceless.