Thursday, May 22, 2008

Loquacious Levity-5/22/2008

I love Sci-fi almost as I love music and copious amounts of peanut M&M’s. And just to day, “not a minute b/f you blew a hole in the door” (sorry couldn’t resist the Kill Bill quote), I just came to the realization (you may have long done so) that time travel is impossible. *Sigh*. It came on the epiphany that time is not tangible. Time is just a word we invented to measure the length of periods of somethingness (yep, I wrote it.) book-ended by periods of nothingness. You can’t touch it. It is, in essence, abstact. How can you travel to something abstract?


Been to the theory of relativity lately? To time travel, in the Sci-fi sense meaning physically transporting yourself to a particular moment in time(of course, you are free to do it Billy Pilgrim style, in your mind, all you like), that would mean that “time” would have to leave some kind of tangible snail trail for one to pinpoint. It would mean that the past never ends; forever pasted on to some abstract celluloid sheet. Where is the last 20 “seconds” of your life you used to read the preceding lines? Can you find it? How can you get back to it. You cant. Not to mention the pesky “transport and dissolution of large quantities of matter” issue. It’s just not going to happen. I think I am more telling myself than telling you. Again, sigh…

Wanna know where I would go if I could go back in time? Two places: I would travel back to about an hour before my birth and strike up a conversation with my pops while in Lenoir Memorial Hospital waiting room (btw, a bunch of bums. I am the only thing they got right, if that is any testament to their ineptitude). See where his head was. See what hopes and dreams he had for his then in-utero son. See if the dreams reconciled with the post-utero verision. And, I would also go to the delivery room and see myself being born. That would be trippy right?

Aren’t we just a little embarrassed by all these erectile dysfunction commercials? I mean, if it means I gotta wait around for some pill to kick in so that I could have relations with my old lady, maybe making it past 45 aint so hot?

You know I was just kidding about that, God? Right…? Right?
Foreshadowing: ROSS!!!!

Have you ever spoken with someone that grew up in like the 40-50’s and just felt like a little candy-arse? They had a world war fresh off a prior one, got by on slim rations back home on everything from stamps to food to garden hoses, they endured a national tragedy but actually held their patriotic fervor longer than 2 years. I freak out if I am stuck on a train without my Ipod. My generation is so soft(in the presence of the greatest generation, yeah you too)…On that note…

It’s a paradox that with all the increase in quality of life technology has given us, it will most likely be the end of us. I am pretty sure cell phones cause cancer and even if they don’t, scientists say that the cell phone wireless waves are screwing with the bees. They can’t stand it. Think about it. Seen a bee lately? I don’t think we are going to create artificial intelligence that could overrun the human race a la T2 or Matrix (I don’t think we are smart enough to create something smarter than us or at least too narcissistic). No, that won’t be the end. If its not the extinction of bees thereby bringing an end to flowers subsequently killing our dwindling food supply, consequently ending us, it’ll probably be the fact that we are losing our intelligence as a species, dumbed down by all the niceties.

Darwin’s theory of survival of the fittest comes into play here. As far a physique, humans are damn near at the bottom of the totem pole. We are not even in the top 25 or most ferocious animals (at least in the physical sense) Our bodies are relatively frail, but what keeps us at the top of the food chain is our huge brain. Our intelligence to outsmart that bear or that alligator or that phython. What happens if we lose our only competitive advantage over the lion eat dog eat mouse world of nature? It’s a wrap. Well, technology is gonna get us there…At least we could pick on the mouse…

Or the end could just be fire like the Bible says. If you believe in that sort of thing…

Not that there’s anything wrong with that…

God, you know I just be saying that to get you mad…

Seriously, though. If you count gunfire as fire, then well, it may not be too far off. Bigger, better weapons. Technology: aint it grand.

"I don't want some mom whose son may have recently died to see the commander in chief playing golf. I feel I owe it to the families to be in solidarity. And I think playing golf during a war just sends the wrong signal." – the soon to be former chief executive explaining why he has given up golf until the Iraq war is over(big up Jim Caple, ESPN for the quote.)

Yep. You read that one right…kinda got that one backwards don’t ya, slick? Play golf and leave Iraq! Fuck’s wrong with you?! Moreover, Playing golf on a posh course while many in your country starve is kind of an affront as well don’t you think? The balls on this one could choke an elephant. Jeeee-zus!

Congrats, david cook for winning American Idol beating out David Archuleta (aka trout mouth.) Now, arch can sing his butt off and frankly should have won on the basis of pure singing, but hey…the kid is actually a kid at 17. The little bugger is still a minor. You can’t have an American Idol who still has his provisional driver’s license. Can you? Guess not. Congrats again, Cook. I bet Chris Daughtry is flattered.

I just found out that my Mans “Michael” from “The Wire” is going to be on 90210(good looks to one Mr. Bill Simmons for that tidbit, ok so I went to ESPN.com today!)…Damn Mike…I thought having your stepdad killed was bad…

Hey, my friend scoe, writer, editor and senior wrestling analyst for Phoenix rising wrestling blog, coined a new term for a certain type of rap. Its called Swag Rap. Its when the rapper aint really saying nothing hot but the way he presents him/herself just carries the song. Like Jeezy, I don’t think the man has ever made a clever simile, but he’s just hot for some reason. It’s the swag talking. It’s really a talent to implant your hubris onto a track to make it tangible. On that note…
Ok, Ok: Top five swag rappers (this is no way supercedes the top five MC’s listed in the second post. Nooooo. No way in hell)

5. Rick Ross-I just don’t know how to classify this man as anything other than swag rapper. That new cut he has with T. Pain is hot but I just don’t know why (can say that about a lot of T. Pain tracks.)

4. Fabolous-He staddles the line of punchline/swag rapper. If fab never made any albums but kept his mixtape game up, he would undoubtedly make my top ten rappers( or at least garner an honorable mention). He is a monster on mixtapes(that triangle offense with him, cain and buddens way back: da shite!!!) but since he cant really make a consistent album but always finds a way to make some bangers, he makes this list. That and the fact he caused a whole generation of hip-hop heads to spell fabulous wrong for the rest of their lives…

3. Jeezy- he was the reason for this whole countdown. So yeah.

2. Ludacris-I don’t think he has ever made a song I liked as far as lyrical content (now features on the other hand are monstrous and runaway love was poignant, kinda), but this man has just got hits, his bravado is palpable on every track. It can’t be any reason other than he is one of the illest swag rappers out there…and finally…

1. Slick Rick and Big Daddy Kane-Now, rick and kane are beasts don’t get me wrong. Rick is one of the best hip-hop griots ever (btw, the spell check in Word doesn’t recognize Griot. Its spelling suggestion? Grits! Artificial intelligence, my arse!) and Kane revolutionized rap flow and cadence, but when you talk swag rap, the essence of just getting on the mic and talking that smiggidy, these two gentlemen invented and perfected it. On many a rappers best day, they are just doing an impersonation of Kane on his worst. Many rappers telling a story are just doing a Children’s Story remix. Gotta give it up. This will probably be the number one spot indefinitely. That is until Jay-Z’s kid is born…

I think I am going to be the first swag blogger…given there is no real content on this site, yet its rather hot...on that note(last one, I promise):

Bruce Eagle the full metal. Peace!!!(told ya)

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