Put the word out that I was in pursuit of a bear knit and my brother from another Vaughn C aka Mr. Caldon, a certified Polo lifestyle delegate, made it happen. An official piece for the collection.
Am I the only one that feels a ways Ralph Lauren currently only makes Bear sweaters in boy and girl sizes?
Vado x Young Dro = No’Lo [via Dallas Penn]
Lo-Lifes [via Hypebeast]
Ralph Lauren And Dipset: A Love Affair [via Sartorially Inclined]
NY Gubernatorial candidate Jimmy McMillan of the infamous The Rent Is Too Damn High ticket gets a video. Nicely done. And the rent in NYC definitely is too damn high (even if I do pay a mortgage).
This is where it must be mentioned that McMillan’s debut ALBUM, The Rent is Too Damn High Vol 1, is available on iTunes right now. Vote, today.
“And you’re Bill Murray…Bill Groundhog Day, Ghostbusting ass Murray!”—GZA/Genius
“Are you a bug Bill Murray?”—RZA
Was reading a feature story on Bill Murray in GQ and his OG film Stripes happens on television at the moment—all which reminds me of the greatness of the above scene from Jim Jarmusch’s Coffee and Cigarettes.
The conversation revolves around the RZA’s prowess with herbal medicine, Bill Murray experiencing delirium and the GZA decrying the effects of too much caffeine. It all makes perfect sense, really. Chill on the citric acid, ya know?
The A Date With the Booty Warrior episode of The Boondocks from a couple of weeks back isn’t one of this final season’s best [that would be “Pause”. Or what I prefer to call, “Tyler Perry, lost.”]. But, the titular character from the Booty Warrior episode, Fleece Johnson, should strike fear in the hearts of men, and their sphincters. Turns out he is based on a real inmate (see above) first seen on MSNBC’s Lock Up series.
Yet another reason, as if you really needed any, to keep your ass out of the bing, literally. They should add this vid to the Scared Straight curriculum.
Riley’s Moment Of Truth [The Smoking Section]
The Soup Nazi Man aka Al Yeganeh is back. After franchising (as the Original SoupMan, to middling success), Yeganeh’s original hole in the wall spot was shuttered in 2004. But now he will be blessing appreciators of the magic he worked with the freshest ingredients by re-opening his OG soup stand on July 20th. This. Is. Epic.
After graduating from college I worked at Universal Motown for a few years, and the label’s offices were about a block away from Soup Kitchen International on 259A West 55th Street, NYC; made infamous by Seinfeld’s “The Soup Nazi” episode (see below). I used to be sent on “soup runs” for the office, standing on line for way too much time, for soup that totally worth the wait. There is no doubt in my mind that one of the lobster bisque’s key ingredients was crack cocaine. It was THAT good. Same for the Mexican turkey chili.
On one occasion I for some reason ordered three of the wrong soups, realizing the err of my ways only after I had stepped off line. Mind you, I had been waiting on said line—which moved briskly due to people following the clearly posted rules of knowing what you want, having your money ready, and then stepping far to the left—for a good half hour.
Considering Yeganeh’s no nonsense to the point of surliness demeanor, I was not about to go back to the front of the line for fear of getting cursed out. I resigned myself to take a mulligan and order more soups, paying for them out of my own pocket in order to stay in the good graces of my bosses. Luckily the line had gotten short enough that Mr. Yeganeh immediately spotted me and asked me if something was wrong. After explaining why I had to order more soups, he quickly corrected my order, at no charge. The peeps at Universal Motown devoured their soups and Mr. Yeganeh in my eyes was strictly the cool as a fan Soup Man, no N-word*. [Spotted at Gothamist]
*except for the title of this post, obviously.
“Jew York! Concrete jungle were Bernie made off!”—Whoever is singing in the above video
The homie HB Wellington sent me this through the transom and I’ve been laughing ever since. All types of Jewcentric NYC references (Hester St., Katz’s Deli, et. al.) Suddenly have the urge for a bagel with a smear and lox (no Bad Boy).
Jay-Z Rolling Stone Cover [Rap Radar]
I’ve never heard S. Fresh’s music. But after this glitch in the Matrix was pointed out to me by a publicist I highly respect, listening to S. Fresh’s tunes isn’t at the top of my to do list.
Riddle me this, why in tarnation—I’ve been wanting to use “tarnation” in a post for a good while—would four outlets (AllHipHop.com, BET.com, YoRaps.com and HipHopGame.com) post the exact same, word for word “interview” on S. Fresh? Worse yet, none seemed to be bothered by this sentence (in the last “question”):
…thank you for your time and much congrats to your accomplishments thus far and best of luck to future adventures; did you have any last words you wanted to plug for the readers?
Pretty safe bet the phrase “to future adventures” should have been “in future endeavors.”
No shots, but this doesn’t pass the smell test. Better yet, next time, just place ADVERTORIAL in the title, or something. It’s just not the best of looks in journalistic circles to pass off stock content as being original. Okay, my Hip-Hop Internets ombudsman moment is a wrap.
Translates to “I will not be your father.” Gotta love the Maury Povich meets Darth Vader steez.
The French get a W for this one. [Spotted at io9]
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