Urban Honking

shit you guys are all so damn fixated on the main guy from deerhunter you forgot to tell me about MOSES, whose mugshot makes me feel like a Latina Larry Clark, all voyueristic and inappropriate and old and otherizing (because I am totally not that into his band). Good god.

Bun B exclusively gave VIBE his first interview following Pimp C’s passing. Two fucking words. Spiritual. Jewels. Between this and that forgiveness novel I’m reading, my heart feels like an orchid. Delicate, precious and whatnot.

I am a fucking nerd, and my joy factor is muted on account of the SSRIs and the prolonged absence of my special man-friend, but this is the funniest thing I have seen in like, six days.

December 9 is the beginning of Rumball Season! What is Rumball? Visit the Mostlandian Wiki to learn more! If you’re in the mood, come visit us for The BROWN BRONZE & BLING BARTER BALL! Sunday the 9th from 3-6 PMJunior Ambassador Food Carton the grassy lot next to 4734 North Albina Junior Ambassadors will be […]

Gloveless in the biting cold, my mother decides to buy some bootleg DVDs down on Lafayette before we hop on the train for home and central heating. They are five for a dollar: American Gangster, No Country for Old Men, This Christmas, Enchanted and, for me, Why Did I Get Married. She deliberates for eons […]

P.S. I should add something about the “bad dream” superstition. 1) My mom first ALWAYS says “there is no such thing as bad dreams.” 2)In addition to spitting, you’re also supposed to say (in Russian)”Kudah notch, tudah sohn” (Where the night goes, there the dream goes).

Now that the Flux Capacitor is officially purchasable via interweb, I was forced to consider what year I would travel to, and why. Obviously my first choices are 2013 (so I can skip the Mayan apocalypse), and baktun 7 (approx. 435 C.E., which is when the Mayans first started time on their calendar). After that? […]

Hollertronix is like SOOOO 1945, but Diplo* ain’t, and the Fader has some exclusivo mix by him and Paul Devro with their commemorative H-Tronix feature for their 50th anniversary. Speaking of 1945, I am totally listening to Tribe’s “Oh My God (REMIX)” right now on the iTunes. Senor Kick-Push, eat yr mumma fukin heart out. […]

Hope you’re in a better place.