Wednesday, November 12, 2008
lay em out, lay em out
i'm tired of folks lurking around next door. and by folks i could be speaking generously of prospective speculators, but who knows. the copper plumbing liberators have long come and gone. so far in my time it's been mostly home buyers and realtors. there have been some repeat visits. even some folks with whom i have found conversation. the same folks who didn't take offense that i put trash out on their prospective sidewalk frontage. the same folks who didnt call the Bee Eye. then this fucking guy today that sparked this rant. what's your name, where you from, and what you want? i have to be suspicious when there is a middle aged white man outside hopping out a sports coupe with rims. he didn't even park in front of the house. whats he driving? where are the plates from? that would be a dead giveaway. yes, MASS. what's he drinking? is that starbucks or dunkin donuts, or is it from the diner? what he must think of i, son of sanford next door. ok, if i catch him peeking through my windows i'll go out there. what kind of shoes is he wearing? does he have anything to do with the foreclosure happening down the street? is he a narc? somebody needs to take that place over. and i don't mean the bank or a receiver. quite the contrary- a fine upstanding back or safety such as myself to patrol this gridiron from gentrification. keep it in the family to protect the family.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
wojocratic + header = gol
wojocratic y'all
beats is hard like a guard dog
throw another log on the fire
your team is garbage like a shopping mall
y'all a market i'm a product
gotta have me like ed og
wojocratic for the people so i charge a fee
fuck pay for play i know you feelin me
brother hate the game dont hate the family
dont hate the legacy
dont respect me check the resume
a dictionary cant contain a definition of mai
so to you its mister
flip your transistor
i dominate the pirate waves worldwide
this goes out to those i confide in
fuck my sizing i pop off like killer mike
industry cant stand my dick in em
i got the streets like debris
when i'm on lock a roadblock
no one can fuck with me
diplomatic wojocracy is what his work like
yours aint worth shit like an online degree
i'm gourmet youre GRE with no GED
but it aint N O thing mijo
but you sure talk a lot of shit about dios
y tu eres degraciao ahora mismo
i hate to say it but i can see why you aint got no place to go
real talk thats the only way you'll catch me flow
si me oiga pero tu corre la fucking boca yo
so its game over and we want flip
get out my face and grab a breathmint
get out my house i write the rules and reglas
get to steppin stop calling and stop sending letters
and by any means stay out the detention center
not trying to be clever i dont have to
but thats as far we go
remember its AT's crib that we paid for
so i'll leave you with that y'allwojocratic sign the wall
and i see you around the halls
Monday, October 13, 2008
the world keeps turning and life goes on
your man's falling apart. i feel like i got the flu or some kind of virus, after fighting isolated symptoms for at least a week now. so i'm missing out, falling behind. missing seeing my globetrotting cousin and my broseph. not working on anything but clearing my mind and feeling better. avoiding breathing-in any unsavory vapors allergens or particulates. quitting smoking. some people do the gum or the patches or pick up another arguably bad habit- i'm going dillafarian. anyway, mi vida is going to southeast asia for 2 weeks and i'm not dreading it but very anxious about it. we've been through a lot recently, all of us. i'm ready for it to chill. tranquilo. major problems with the kasa (and the help) are being solved and i hope i can get it down to a punch list by the end of the month. ahora ta tranquilo aca, family and friends, real only.
i'm actually sick. worst time of the year to be sick. it just doesnt seem right. everything fucking aches and blah. baby don't cry. talk about sucking up your creative energy. imagine how dilla had it. i just hope i am coming through. hope y'all feel me. i'm talking to you and yu.
i'm actually sick. worst time of the year to be sick. it just doesnt seem right. everything fucking aches and blah. baby don't cry. talk about sucking up your creative energy. imagine how dilla had it. i just hope i am coming through. hope y'all feel me. i'm talking to you and yu.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
cribs edition
stats:
-tree locations, sesame street, barrio little quisqueya, gabba ghoul city, rogue isle, united snakes
- 80-2,000 sq ft
- 1.5 baffrooms
- 2 refrigerators
- freight elevator
- handicap ramp
i am all over the place these days. but lets see where the magic happens. let me clear these clothes and papers off of here. watch where you step. watch your fingers. aight check it out, its a futon. it folds up and you can watch tv. you could try to read but there's a tv, so good luck. there are more cell phones than people, more ointments than ailments, and it's all good. we got a couple of posters, a couple of newsclippings, and in our mirror the picture of the man that's getting our vote come november. the trash can is full, there are clean sheets somewhere but not on the bed. these dressers we found on the curb, so they match, but we're leaving them behind. we have a pair of mascots, a black cabbage patch kid and a stuffed retriever. those extension cords you are tripping on are perfectly safe. back to the magic kingdom, we got baby wipes and a box of goodies for the freaks, y'all dont really need to see those just take my word, nahmean? and for the ladies, we got a step ladder so she can reach up in the closet.
now let's take a look in the fridge. we got some old leftovers and take out containers that i got to throw out. i killed the beer last night. we had some pomegranate juice, now its bottle filled with water. we got some ingredients from the last time i cooked, but we packed a lot of that shit up a while ago. for your roach needs, we have boric acid and ash trays (ha ha). let's check the dining room, first the door to the vecinas place. i think it opens to hers. she's cool, la vecina. we got a box of random crap, paper to shred and old videos from someone else. a bag of bags for shopping at price rice, wet clothes from the beach, or throwing away plaster. very useful. we got a little bar area, packed that up too. someone gave us a bunch of wine glasses, that was nice. then there's our garden, we got some tropical leafy viney type plants, some rosemary, and cilantro that i planted from seed that didnt really turn out.
let's move to the baffroom, watch your head and watch your step. this is where i shave my head at. we got a shower/tub combo, nice tile you know. thats where we shit at. some people come home just to shit, so we know we have a nice toilet. its kind of the best part of the house except the wall kind of leaks when it rains and it smells like mold.
i think that's it, we could go upstairs but thats kind of boring. the landlord put a couple of windows in which was good, but we're pretty much moved out of there. for a brief time there was the lab and the ill-fated "hazy hot and no headroom" summer mixtape. i still have a lot of 300 assorted portuguese records up there. this would be the space for boxes and bags of shit that she wants to give away, but these are instead littered throughout the 3rd floor, hallway (fire hazard!) and car. the car is another cribs episode entirely, stay tuned.
for a preview,
walk towards la vroa and past some fencas de block y hierro and you'll come up on our new spot. it's kind of a mess too, in its own right. its got an artist loft, i won't belittle it by saying 'young artist' but its gonna be happenin, its goin down! first we have to move out of here and fill a dumpster and well, there's actually a lot. if i could find some clean clothes i could get my ass over there to work. and this one's on the phone with the phillippines talking about 20 hour flights, while she can't feel her back, going to miss her doctors appointment... my fingers are fucked up, one is a huge blister and another looks like an unsuccessful skin graft- we're on the DL over here. hopefully its not season-ending.
-tree locations, sesame street, barrio little quisqueya, gabba ghoul city, rogue isle, united snakes
- 80-2,000 sq ft
- 1.5 baffrooms
- 2 refrigerators
- freight elevator
- handicap ramp
i am all over the place these days. but lets see where the magic happens. let me clear these clothes and papers off of here. watch where you step. watch your fingers. aight check it out, its a futon. it folds up and you can watch tv. you could try to read but there's a tv, so good luck. there are more cell phones than people, more ointments than ailments, and it's all good. we got a couple of posters, a couple of newsclippings, and in our mirror the picture of the man that's getting our vote come november. the trash can is full, there are clean sheets somewhere but not on the bed. these dressers we found on the curb, so they match, but we're leaving them behind. we have a pair of mascots, a black cabbage patch kid and a stuffed retriever. those extension cords you are tripping on are perfectly safe. back to the magic kingdom, we got baby wipes and a box of goodies for the freaks, y'all dont really need to see those just take my word, nahmean? and for the ladies, we got a step ladder so she can reach up in the closet.
now let's take a look in the fridge. we got some old leftovers and take out containers that i got to throw out. i killed the beer last night. we had some pomegranate juice, now its bottle filled with water. we got some ingredients from the last time i cooked, but we packed a lot of that shit up a while ago. for your roach needs, we have boric acid and ash trays (ha ha). let's check the dining room, first the door to the vecinas place. i think it opens to hers. she's cool, la vecina. we got a box of random crap, paper to shred and old videos from someone else. a bag of bags for shopping at price rice, wet clothes from the beach, or throwing away plaster. very useful. we got a little bar area, packed that up too. someone gave us a bunch of wine glasses, that was nice. then there's our garden, we got some tropical leafy viney type plants, some rosemary, and cilantro that i planted from seed that didnt really turn out.
let's move to the baffroom, watch your head and watch your step. this is where i shave my head at. we got a shower/tub combo, nice tile you know. thats where we shit at. some people come home just to shit, so we know we have a nice toilet. its kind of the best part of the house except the wall kind of leaks when it rains and it smells like mold.
i think that's it, we could go upstairs but thats kind of boring. the landlord put a couple of windows in which was good, but we're pretty much moved out of there. for a brief time there was the lab and the ill-fated "hazy hot and no headroom" summer mixtape. i still have a lot of 300 assorted portuguese records up there. this would be the space for boxes and bags of shit that she wants to give away, but these are instead littered throughout the 3rd floor, hallway (fire hazard!) and car. the car is another cribs episode entirely, stay tuned.
for a preview,
walk towards la vroa and past some fencas de block y hierro and you'll come up on our new spot. it's kind of a mess too, in its own right. its got an artist loft, i won't belittle it by saying 'young artist' but its gonna be happenin, its goin down! first we have to move out of here and fill a dumpster and well, there's actually a lot. if i could find some clean clothes i could get my ass over there to work. and this one's on the phone with the phillippines talking about 20 hour flights, while she can't feel her back, going to miss her doctors appointment... my fingers are fucked up, one is a huge blister and another looks like an unsuccessful skin graft- we're on the DL over here. hopefully its not season-ending.
computer tutorials
perhaps the most util piece of information yet to grace the hq...
in this time of renewed attention to the complexities of non-profit industry, i have included, for your convenience, a template for proper "email signature." i sincerely hope that this lesson, and possibly others like it, may be incorporated into the fallcoming "oh no, its a computer" classes.
PROPER EMAIL SIGNATURE
You can set this up with any email account. It's like a stamp that can include your name, contact information, and more. And it goes automatically to messages that you write, so you dont have to say goodbye or write your name at the end. This is just a guideline to help you out in understanding, so let's get to it.
1. "in solidarity" or "peace" or "write us the fuck back or we'll shut your shit down. signed, community power" casi alternatingly as needed for salutations
2. name, maybe in a different font or color. of course, it helps if your name is sunshine.
3. title, in bold. don't respect maay? check the resume. titles vary by the type of organizing/business model
4. organization, maybe in italics. maybe with a tagline. ex, "struggling for justice in the world since dirt was wee"
5. excessive options for contact info, like three fax numbers, followed by the office, and the prepaid or family plan cell number- is THAT why when you call it comes up with your ex girlfriends uncles wifes name?
6. a quote from a revolutionary
7. some translations, possibly for revolutionary quote. NOTE: note! it is best that you change it up once in a while. find something in the past that is poetically relevant to the efd up ish happening in your community today. and quote it. or quote a forune cookie and use it to justify how you just bugged out in the body of your email, i.e., "Be unconventional, even visionary."
8. forward/cc/bcc/re: jargon and formatting, dont even TRY to copy and paste that again. i cant handle it! weird spaces and indents and choppy special characters, all over the screen. then there are the other folks' information who you don't know but as email addresses that you have begun to recognize as usual suspects on the list-serv.
note: what's really classy when doing a mass email is to email yourself under the "To:" heading and then add your desired recipients into the ""BCC" heading. Pros: It's classy and people dont get freaked out about disclosing their email, others listening, reply-to-all's, etc. If you are receiving that message it is kind of mysterious as the sender could've sent it to any number of people from 1 to six figures, and you basically have no way of knowing. Not that you're that nosy anyway. Cons: You have no way of knowing, and maybe you forward the same thing to someone who already got it. Maybe something good comes out but you decide not to pass it on because hey they probably saw it already and I would look stupid sending it out two weeks after the story broke.
9. advertisements from your email account host*
*10. how internet advertising works: ex, if your emails have any spanish passages in them, you will be directed automatically towards such quality as "ElArmy.org Casa+Comida Gratis más $1200+/mes"
in this time of renewed attention to the complexities of non-profit industry, i have included, for your convenience, a template for proper "email signature." i sincerely hope that this lesson, and possibly others like it, may be incorporated into the fallcoming "oh no, its a computer" classes.
PROPER EMAIL SIGNATURE
You can set this up with any email account. It's like a stamp that can include your name, contact information, and more. And it goes automatically to messages that you write, so you dont have to say goodbye or write your name at the end. This is just a guideline to help you out in understanding, so let's get to it.
1. "in solidarity" or "peace" or "write us the fuck back or we'll shut your shit down. signed, community power" casi alternatingly as needed for salutations
2. name, maybe in a different font or color. of course, it helps if your name is sunshine.
3. title, in bold. don't respect maay? check the resume. titles vary by the type of organizing/business model
4. organization, maybe in italics. maybe with a tagline. ex, "struggling for justice in the world since dirt was wee"
5. excessive options for contact info, like three fax numbers, followed by the office, and the prepaid or family plan cell number- is THAT why when you call it comes up with your ex girlfriends uncles wifes name?
6. a quote from a revolutionary
7. some translations, possibly for revolutionary quote. NOTE: note! it is best that you change it up once in a while. find something in the past that is poetically relevant to the efd up ish happening in your community today. and quote it. or quote a forune cookie and use it to justify how you just bugged out in the body of your email, i.e., "Be unconventional, even visionary."
8. forward/cc/bcc/re: jargon and formatting, dont even TRY to copy and paste that again. i cant handle it! weird spaces and indents and choppy special characters, all over the screen. then there are the other folks' information who you don't know but as email addresses that you have begun to recognize as usual suspects on the list-serv.
note: what's really classy when doing a mass email is to email yourself under the "To:" heading and then add your desired recipients into the ""BCC" heading. Pros: It's classy and people dont get freaked out about disclosing their email, others listening, reply-to-all's, etc. If you are receiving that message it is kind of mysterious as the sender could've sent it to any number of people from 1 to six figures, and you basically have no way of knowing. Not that you're that nosy anyway. Cons: You have no way of knowing, and maybe you forward the same thing to someone who already got it. Maybe something good comes out but you decide not to pass it on because hey they probably saw it already and I would look stupid sending it out two weeks after the story broke.
9. advertisements from your email account host*
*10. how internet advertising works: ex, if your emails have any spanish passages in them, you will be directed automatically towards such quality as "ElArmy.org Casa+Comida Gratis más $1200+/mes"
Monday, September 15, 2008
Thursday, September 04, 2008
let me clear my head one time
finally i sit down to write something other than a resume cover letter fax or press advisory. documents of purpose and intent. documents with established protocol like a campaign spot or tax return. predictable. reactionary. going through the motions. mostly lies!
i cant remember three years ago
holding on like ma cant let her tears go
thats fo sho
just like my beard grow lets roll
to the capitol ransack professionals for ransom
get this paper thats mandatory minimums
burn it up with the flag and the anthem
real rush with a one ton stun gun
hasta la victoria til we rewarded handsome
its like unhh
free the troops free our fathers
free our brothers and baby mamas
its gonna take more to bring change than obama
so the struggle remains our people in chains
looking for an answer aint no greener pastures or calmer pastors
matter of fact-
the shit don't exist that you're after
promissary lath and plaster
it's a gasser
you're a guzzler
asking shall i shine your shoes governor? (come on...)
hold up-
one things for sure this motherfucker aint need another term
shout it out from the estates to the project rooms
its happening everywhere and its not fair
so get up get out take back that public square
jam the culture of consumption
we need an alternative ulster need to get it with gumption
get it off or trade me right fucking now
thats return
you eat more shit than zimmern
at least his shit is real far eastern
where realness is the primary concern
i burn hot like a wok you end up in an urn
meeting adjourned
actual factually internationally broadcast live
from krp in cincinnati
images of a war torn reborn god sworn martinetti
8 years later the people got like gotti
young loud and snotty
like i'm hottie, you're hardly
and my girl stays on me like 'papi, papi'
oye mami
i cant remember three years ago
holding on like ma cant let her tears go
thats fo sho
just like my beard grow lets roll
to the capitol ransack professionals for ransom
get this paper thats mandatory minimums
burn it up with the flag and the anthem
real rush with a one ton stun gun
hasta la victoria til we rewarded handsome
its like unhh
free the troops free our fathers
free our brothers and baby mamas
its gonna take more to bring change than obama
so the struggle remains our people in chains
looking for an answer aint no greener pastures or calmer pastors
matter of fact-
the shit don't exist that you're after
promissary lath and plaster
it's a gasser
you're a guzzler
asking shall i shine your shoes governor? (come on...)
hold up-
one things for sure this motherfucker aint need another term
shout it out from the estates to the project rooms
its happening everywhere and its not fair
so get up get out take back that public square
jam the culture of consumption
we need an alternative ulster need to get it with gumption
get it off or trade me right fucking now
thats return
you eat more shit than zimmern
at least his shit is real far eastern
where realness is the primary concern
i burn hot like a wok you end up in an urn
meeting adjourned
actual factually internationally broadcast live
from krp in cincinnati
images of a war torn reborn god sworn martinetti
8 years later the people got like gotti
young loud and snotty
like i'm hottie, you're hardly
and my girl stays on me like 'papi, papi'
oye mami
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