Zinc is back with a 2 hour mix for the legendary Essential Mix.  Shouts to The Latest for the hosting!

TRACKLIST:

1. Geeneus ft Ms Dynamite – Get Low (CDR)
2. Zinc – Nu Sound (Bingo Bass)
3. Acid Girls – Lightworks [Harvard Bass Remix] (Iheartcomix)
4. Sex Weed – Juice String [Laidback Luke Remix -Zinc Edit] (CDR)
5. Tempa T – Boy Off Da Ting [Accapella]
6. Unknown – Klambu (Unknown)
7. Ramon Tapia – Whats Next (CDR)
8. Major Lazer – Pon Di Floor [Zinc Edit] (Mad Decent)
9. De Bos – On The Run [Ralvero Get Down Remix] (CDR)
10. Jme – Bigup (BBK)
11. Unknown – Jazzy Olives (CDR)
12. Fake Blood – Dozens (Cheap Thrills)
13. Kavalla Funk vs Deep Down – Mike Dunn [Zinc Edit] (Defected)
14. Ramon Tapia – Whats Next (Herzblut)
15. Yonurican – Boriken Soul (Priti Soul)
16. Smify & Quiffy – Champion Sound [Zinc's Crack House Mix] (Dubplate)
17. AGel Abril – Spells Of Yoruba [Accapella] (Defected)
18. Passion Pit – Little Secrets [Jack Beats Remix] (Columbia)
19. Unknown – Bad Man Riddim (CDR)
20. Zinc Ft Angela Hunte – Jekyll N Hyde (Bingo Bass)
21. SonicC – Saiph (Music Response)
22. TrRG – Twilight Riddim [Zinc Cant Mix Edit] (Tempa)
23. Kid Cudi – Embrace The Martian [Seiji Mix] (Fools Gold)
24. Zinc & Benga ft Ms Dynamite – My DJ (CDR)
25. Olivier Giacomotto vs DJ T – Superskank vs Dis [Riva Starr Mashup] (CDR)
26. NG ft Katy B – Tell Me [Zinc Special] (Data)
27. Laidback Luke, Joeysuki & Apste – Need Your Lovin [Zinc Edit] (Mixmash)
28. Zinc – Pimp My Ride (Bingo Bass)
29. Sydney Sampson – Riverside (Data)
30. Starkillers – B. Ass Trick (Nervous Records)
31. Marco Del Horno – The Only Way Is Down (Bullet Train)
32. Chase & Status – Eastern Jam [Kyle Watson Remix] (Ram)
33. Tom EQ – Funk (Unknown)
34. Tiga – What You Need [Proxy Remix] (Turbo)
35. Zinc – Horrible (Bingo Bass)
36. Tempa T – Next Hype [Zinc Instrumental] (CDR)
37. Majorlazer – When You Hear A Bassline [Tony Senghore's Accapella] (Mad Decent)
38. Altered Natives – Rass Out (CDR)
39. Hard House Banton – Sirens (CDR)
40. SonicC – Stickin’ (Music Response)
41. SonicC – Stickin’ [Digital Lab Remix] (Music Response)
42. Snatch – Kewok [Daniel Hakaasman Remix] (Snatch Recordings)
43. Laidback Luke & Diplo – Hey (Mad Decent)
44. Laidback Luke & Diplo – Hey [Sydney Sampson Remix] (Mad Decent)
45. Zinc ft Ms Dynamite – Wile Out (Bingo Bass)
46. Emalkay – When I Look At You [Zinc Edit] (Dub Police)
47. Unknown – The Shaman [Jundland Wastes Mix] (CDR)
48. Roska ft Jamie George – Wonderful Day [Zinc Special] (Kiks An Snares)
49. ATrack & Laidback Luke – Shake It Down (Fools Gold)
50. Oliver $ & Jesse Rose – Got Your Thing [Zinc Edit] (Greco Roman)
51. Headhunter – Prototype [Modeselektor Remix] (Tempa)
52. Zinc & Benga ft Sweetie Irie – Number 1 Girls (Bingo Bass)
53. AC Slater – Jack Got Jacked [Jack Beats Remix] (Trouble And Bass)
54. Zinc ft No.Lay – Killa Sound [Accapella] (Bingo Bass)
55. Zinc – 128 Trek (Bingo Bass)
56. Gracious Nappa Man K – Migraine Skank [Accapella] (CDR)
57. Proxy vs No.Lay – Raven [Zinc Special] (Turbo)
58. Johnny L – Hurt You So (CDR)
59. LFO – LFO (Warp)
60. Bodysnatch – Euphony [Just 4 U London] (CDR)
61. Kicks Like A Mule – The Bouncer (CDR)
62. Rufige Crew – Terminator (Metalheads)
63. LTJ Bukem – Atlantis (Good Looking)
64. Goldie – Inner City Life (Metalheads)

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Today is Wednesday, November 18, 2009.  It is the 322^nd day of the year with 43 to go.

Today’s History

In 1883, the U.S. and Canada adopted a system of standard time zones.
In 1886, the 21^st president of the United States, Chester A. Arthur died in New York.
In 1959, Ben-Hur the Biblical-era epic opened in New York.

Today’s News

Ninja Not
A Seattle man is in hospital with severe injuries after he impaled himself on a metal fence while pretending to be a ninja.  The man dressed as a ninja with the express intent of trying to rob and assault people.  Police say he was attempting to assault a woman who ran away from him.  He chased after her and tried to leap over a 5 foot metal fence, but failed to clear it properly.  He impaled himself one of the fence posts.  Police believe he may have been intoxicated at the time.

Uhm… I’m laughing so hard I’m not even sure what to say to this.  You’re pretending to be a ninja and you try to rob someone while pretending to be a ninja.  Then you jump over a fence, try to jump over a fence while pretending to be a ninja and you impale yourself…while pretending to be a ninja.  I need to understand why you are pretending to be a ninja in the first place.  The article describes the man didn’t climb up the fence and try to jump over, no, he tried to LEAP over the fence…a five foot metal fence with sharp spiky posts…while pretending to be a ninja.

Bungled Burglary
Portuguese police had to rescue a man who attempted to rob a grocery store because he got stuck in the window.  The man busted out the window and tried to crawl through but it was too small.  He even tried to take his pants off to make a little more room, but he just got even more trapped.  There was nothing for him to grab hold of so he could pull himself, so he was trapped in the window for 11 hours with his pants around his ankles.  Nobody even noticed him until the morning shift showed up the next day and saw him hanging in the window.  Then it took 2 hours for the fire department to break him out.  They took him to the hospital for his injuries, and then they took him to jail.

Well, at least he didn’t impale himself while pretending to be a ninja, but this is just as bad.  I know we’re all a little bit desperate because it’s a horrible economy and the holidays are coming soon.  We’re just trying to get by, but you know, if you’re going to lead a life of crime, you should be a little bit smarter about it.  I know my fat ass is not fitting through any windows any time soon, so I would try a different method of break-in.  You think!

Kannibal Kabob
Three Russian men are under arrest on suspicion of murder after police found dismembered body parts at a bus stop.  Police say the three men, who are homeless, attacked another homeless man, murdered him, and then ate him before selling the extra body parts to a kabob stand.  The men are charged with “setting upon a foe with knives and a hammer before chopping up his corpse to eat.”

So Russia is no longer on my Top Ten Places to Visit.  First, I’m disturbed that the Russians have an actual charge for this sort of thing.  “Setting upon a foe with knives and hammer before chopping up his corpse to eat,” indicating that this sort of thing might happen all the time.  In America, we just have murder, attempted murder, cannibalism, not an actual title but you know they do things differently in other countries.  Secondly, I’m disturbed that they don’t exactly say what happened with the kabob stand.  Did the body parts make it into a kabob?  Did someone buy a human meat stick and eat it?  I need to know.  It was like the only crime was “setting upon a foe with knives and a hammer before chopping up his corpse to eat,” but nothing is wrong in buying human body parts, or using body parts to make kabobs and meats.  Once again, foreign countries.  Yeah.

Drug Dealer Daddy
A Salt Like City mother is under arrest after it was reported that she gave her 9 month old child to a drug dealer.  The mother claims that she did not give her child to the drug dealer as payment for drugs, but so that the drug dealer could actually take care of the baby.  Someone reported the baby being in a local crackhouse and when police raided the place, they did find a 9 month old child there.  The mother is a meth fiend and she gave the drug dealer the baby’s Medicaid card and a note stating that the drug dealer would have guardianship.  Police say the bizarre thing was that the house was completely filthy but the baby was clean, healthy, taken care of and not injured in anyway.  The child is now in child protective custody.

Well, that’s pretty random.  Hmm, why don’t I let my local crack dealer take care of the kid while I’m gone this weekend, because that seems like a reasonable thing someone should do.  Now, I know when you’re a meth fiend you don’t usually make the brightest decisions, but I can’t imagine even the most doped up lunatic would think a crackhouse is a daycare center.  I guess it truly is bizarre that the dealer was seriously taking good care of the child.  I guess he was standing on the corner with the kid in a baby sling while he sold dime bags.  Take your child to work day.

Today’s Thought

If an historian were to relate truthfully all the crimes, weaknesses and disorders of mankind, his readers would take his work for satire rather than history.  ~Pierre Bayle

Today is October 30, 2009.  It is the 303^rd day of the year with 62 to go.

Today’s History

In 1945, the U.S. Government announced that shoe rationing would be over at midnight.
In 1974, Muhammad Ali regained his world title after knocking out George Foreman.

Today’s News

Someday My Princess Will Come
A German man has been taken to a hospital for a psych evaluation after Brazilian airport officials discovered he’d been sleeping in the airport for nearly two weeks.  Even though he was in the country legally and he was not bothering anybody, authorities decided to have him checked out.  Turns out, he had been dumped by a Brazilian woman and he was waiting in the airport for her to come back.  Airport workers fed him and he took baths in the bathroom.  He was often seen playing on his laptop while sitting on top of a baggage cart.  He insisted that the woman was coming back.

Dude, she’s gone.  It’s over with.  Go home.

McPrank, McRap, McFine
Four teens from Iowa have been fined after they pulled up to a McDonald’s drive through window and began rapping their order.  The teens say they got the rap from a YouTube video and they weren’t harming anyone, but the manager claims they were holding up the line and he was concerned for his safety.  The teens claim that no one was in line behind them, but they did leave without ordering anything.  Police found the teenagers based on the video from the drive through and issued them all disorderly conduct citations. 

Seriously, his safety was at risk, because of four kids rapping into the drive through window?  The kids were unarmed and none of them even got out of the car.  If you are inside the window, and I’m in the car and I don’t have any weapons, but I’m rapping at you, how are you threatened?  People are so uptight.  Be thankful they were rapping and not SHOOTING.

Permanent Burglars
Two other Iowa men are under arrest after they were discovered breaking into people’s apartments.  Police were able to find the men based on the description of the 911 phone call.  The caller described the men as having painted faces.  When the officer pulled them over, he discovered the suspects did indeed have painted faces:  they’re faces were coloured in with permanent markers to look like the typical mask a burglar would wear in some 1940s crime flick.

Look at these clowns.  This story is only amusing because of the way they look.  They didn’t even get away with anything.  They were unsuccessful at breaking into the apartment, but they were still arrested.  As a result, they get to have their mug shot taken like this.  And the rest of us get to laugh at them.  This is almost as bad as the woman who was dressed up in a cow suit while harassing some kids.

Bad Genes, Bad Driver
Researchers say they may now understand why some people drive poorly:  they were born that way.  They think they have discovered a gene in people that causes them to drive like assholes.  They conducted a study and discovered that people with this certain gene performed much worse than people who didn’t have the gene on a driving test.  According to the study, approximately 30 per cent of Americans have the gene.  They are calling it a mutant gene.  These people have a tendency to make poor decisions from jump, and they also have a tendency to forget what they’ve learned if they don’t do the task everyday.  The people who took the driving test took it twice, once a week later.  The research was not intended to discover bad driving skills, they unearthed while looking for something else.

So 30 per cent of Americans have this gene?  I wonder how many Asian women have this same gene. 

Please Fasten Your Seatbelts and Pray
An Iranian pilot asked his passengers to pray after he discovered a serious technical fault in the aircraft.  He had just taken off from Tehran after a six hour delay to fix another technical problem.  When the plane finally got into the air, the pilot noticed that something else was dreadfully wrong.  He knew immediately that he had to turn the plane around, but he did not know if they were going to make it.  He got on the air and asked the passengers to pray, just in case.  The plane did manage to land safely, but Iran has a horrible track record when it comes to air safety.  Half of their planes are outdated and running on spare parts stripped from other aircraft no longer flight worthy.

Oh my God, if I was flying somewhere and the pilot asked me to pray, I would run for the nearest exit and take my chances.  Okay, we got 9/11, Miracle on the Hudson, TWA Flight 800, and all these other air disasters and you get on that radio thingy and ask me to pray?  Yeah, I’m kind of done, but thanks anyway.

Maybe You Should Reconsider
A Columbus, Ohio neighbourhood is so rough that the police officers have started telling the law-abiding citizens that they should probably move out.  Police receive dozens of complaints and reports of crime in this neighbourhood and it’s gotten to the point that they don’t think they’ll be able to clean it up.  Their advice to the people:  you should leave.  One officer said it’s like the OK Corral in that neighbourhood.  Higher ups don’t think the officers should go around telling people to get out, but they also think it might be the right thing to do.

What the hell kind of neighbourhood is this in Columbus where the cops are like, GET OUT WHILE YOU CAN!  I would expect something like this from some gang-ridden neighbourhood in L.A., or maybe up in New York somewhere where the crackhouses outnumber Kwik-E Marts.  This is crazy. 

Today’s Thought

It almost seems as if nobody can hate America as much as native Americans.  American needs new immigrants to cherish it and love it.  ~Eric Hoffer 

I enter the Jemison Flats on 1st Ave. N., a $40 million renovation consisting of 3 buildings combined, one of them being the old Chamber of Commerce Building. Although quite a sum has been invested in the project, it is still surrounded by a notoriously perilous neighborhood just 3 blocks shy of the local downtown Birmingham Police Station. While the building is claimed to be the newest level for the nouveau riche, I’m not impressed. It smacks of a ghostly element, filled with snobs and low intellects attempting to escape their plot in life as largely disenfranchised struggling to break out of the pathetic caste they’ve inherited through genetics and personal ignorance.

I await Lake County’s Lil’ J aka Lil’ Joseph aka AK-47 aka J Glock of the 731, not realizing he’s seated in an ashtray he calls his, “Point A to B ride”, a low profile, souped up Impala. He revs the beast’s engine and I turn to escape the rigid, infamous halls of the Jemison Flats with a gasp of relief. Lil’ J honks the horn jokingly, shouting through the open glass, “Get a step on it”. Clearly, Lil’ J is either Lake County’s joker or the bone thug many portray him to be.

“Look at these hoes outside the Jemison Flats,” Lil’ J kids, “You’d better eat your carrots, silly rabbit, if you want to see these hoes. They’re elusive”.

I can barely decipher his Tennesse venacular, yet I shake my head politely as if to concur with the legend known as Lil’ J. A police squad car pulls alongside the white Impala, and Lil’ J just grins and revs the V6, as if to challenge authority. The officer chuckles, then speeds away. Was it casual disrespect on the part of the police, or fear of the dangers involved in messing with the likes of Lil’ J?

Lil' J: Pop Idol or Pimp?

We make a turn down 14th and roll towards McDonalds, where there’s a back up of middle class suburbanites frequenting the facilities of this hospital city. The line is a mile long, and it affords this journalist the perfect opportunity to hone in on the real issues facing society today as captured through the eyes of Lil’ J.

“Look at this back up”, Lil’ J mumbles.

“Is this normal?” I ask.

“Yeah, shit, what else is new,”…

I laugh inside at the bravado of this Casper the Ghost like legend, pale as a white sheet, yet filled with the soul worthy of the reverence of any hip hop fan. He spits out a lug of Kodiak chewing tobacco as he ponders the future.

Lil' J: Private Moments

“Yo, you eating your chocolate chip cookie, dawg? I’m only gonna ask you once…”

“Are you threatening me, Lil’ J?”

“I’m warning you. Just real talk…”

“Yes, Lil’ J, I’ll take a large Hi-C, fries, chicken McNuggets off the dollar menu, and 6 chocolate cookies which I promise to share with you.”

“That’s right!” Lil’ J mumbles.

“Lil’ J, please,” I reply.

“Naw dawg, just jerkin’ your chains, so chill.”

How is it this middle class youth of reasonable existence and higher than usual intelligence has come to live a life so tawdry and filled with the drama of a dirty homicide squadron? One can only wonder, but upon reflection, they’re left with the conclusion, Lil’ J is who he is, and there’s nothing that can dislodge or rattle his aura or mentality. We approach the drive-thru speaker.

“Would you like to try our new Angus burger?”

“How do you know I’m not a Vegan?”

“Is that a no?” the worker asks.

“Hell na!!!”

“What would you like today?”

“My man say he take da large Hi-C, four piece McNugget off the dolla menu, fries, 6 chocolate chip…”

“Cookies?”

“That’s right, bitch? Damn, she’s testing my nerves!”

“I can hear you, sir.”

“Good, then get me a double cheese burger with no cheese, no ketchup, no mustard, no beef, ya’ feel me?”

“So you’d like a burger bun?”

“Don’t give me lip, hoe.”

“Is that everything, sir?”

“Damn right, that’s everything, shiiit!”

Lil' J on the mic!

I can tell Lil’ J is upset with the cashier’s approach, and Lil’ J complains vehemently about the alleged brow beating. He pulls up to the window, guns the engine over and over again until the cashier gets the point he’s pissed off, he grabs the white bag with the golden arches, then spits some Kodiak onto the ground in full view of the shocked cashier.

“Clean that shit up…”

We drive back to the so called flea bag someone has called the Jemison Flats where I promptly exit the Impala. I thank Lil’ J for his time and the insight as he revs the engine. With my keys in hand, I make a brisk break for it. From behind me, I can hear Lil’ J barking with full bravado.

“That’s right, you better run!”

Freethrow Masterson, freelance

Birmingham, Alabama

Freethrow Masterson, Journalist

A long time it’s been since there has been any movement from the Tenderloin Hooker Needles’ crackhouse. Frankly, we enjoyed having Whitney Houston get strung out on our floor and rant about how much she missed Bobby. She was a great guest and a crazy rock-sucker. You think Dyson is a bad-ass vaccuum…you should see Whitney snorting off a floor mid-binge.

So now that she cleaned up her act and is doing the talk show thing she left us and we had a lot of time on our hands. We contacted XuxoPop! to make a video of an oldie but goodie from ‘Flight of the Urban Pigeon’ EP. Keep it smack! Keep it Core!

THN.

It’s hard to believe that this eyesore has been falling apart since I moved to Tangerine 17 years ago.  Have any of our elected officials been out here to see this? Our saving grace in this mess is that it hasn’t become a crackhouse. At one time it was a clinic for Dr. Snyder who treated patients that came to experience the healing waters of Lake Ola. Dr Synder retired and the building began its slow decay.

[A little history here: Dr Synder was Steve Blanton's next door neighbor and Mrs. Holley, also a neighbor who passed on, was his nurse. ]

Do you think we could get Orange County Planning to take a look at this and approve it as a police substation as George Wiggens suggested in the past? After all, it’s at our town core. You’d think the same people that allowed StoneyBrook Hills [formerly the Foothills of Mount Dora] to be approved without notifying us of such a huge change could help us out on this one. Elected and county officials: are you listening? Please fix this eyesore ASAP!

I: Confession

I don’t have many great qualities, I’d imagine (for instance, I find it increasingly difficult to even get a date, so I’m tempted to say that I must be lacking some crucial quality – unfortunately, it’s a temptation I never give into. I know better).

What I do have, and consider a good thing to have, is a large, uncontrollably malleable heart. Even if it’s quite a fault of mine to have it, a liability.

It’s still not the worst thing to have.

Attention: Will Robinson and The Clever Kris

Then, again, I’m also ignorant about a great many things, and most often, after the initial shock of owning so much pathos, I tend to hole away again into my own, insular world.  So, no loss is ever that greatly overwhelming, except death, antithetical cliches, and poorly played tennis matches. (i.e., a missed dating opportunity, small potatoes; a grocery store out of small potatoes when I want potato salad, devastating).

I know it’s not going to come across this way, upfront, my big heart, etc. in today’s blog, perhaps…since, one of the two kittens in question attacked Amanda, the other day, sending her to the fate of a Tetanus shot, but “hold off the earth” your criticism, for awhile, to paraphrase the Bard.

What you should know, first, about the cat attack: Max, the dog, was let into the backyard, which is his backyard, and there, underneath the last step, were two kittens, kittens that had appeared from nowhere but out of the calm green grass, and there they were sitting, the two kittens, as was told to me, like a planned lolcat photo op, by the bicycle.

Max, of course, immediately fell under the impression that he’d been given the greatest gift of all: toys that were alive with fur and embedded noisemakers, like his stuffed polar bear. Amanda barely rescued one kitten from his vice-like jaws; this is the kitten that bit her so maliciously on her pinkie…and maybe, we’re not sure, somehow on her wrist.  

The other “kitteh” got away…and, we thought, would stay there.

Amanda, whose heart is, admittedly, only slightly larger than mine, due to a misshapen left aorta, I believe, (that’s what I tell myself) took the helpless, strikingly demoralized kitten to the Vet School, here on campus. I must say, here and now: I find it rather ironic that several blogs back I was bragging about the stewardship of this school and program, and yet, here they were, unwilling to assist; they wouldn’t help Amanda at all. Not really.  

Instead, she was referred to another veterinarian’s office; he was also irate.  Not at her, but at their inability to offer the very assistance they should be offering in order to better learn their craft. What few options they gave Amanda were ridiculously expensive.  That, or, euthanization. 

I was, then, via proximity of incident and the ridiculously-expensive-options only rule, irate as well.

This other vet, though, has done the right thing, mostly, in my opinion. He has been nursing this ravaged kitten ever since that Fateful Finger Day. He called yesterday to say several things:  1) the hole in the kitten’s side had healed; 2) his lung had reconstituted and his diaphragm was not, after all, damaged; 3) he had finally decided he was hungry enough to eat; 4) the quarantine was in effect and working well; and 5) when would be taking him home, please?

Amanda said, Well, could you put a collar on him and perhaps, neuter, him, first, and then we’d bring him home and go from there.

The vet said that it would take 10-14 days post-quarantine before he could neuter the poor, feral, pure evil, vicious, frightened, intimidated feline that we’d taken already, around the house, to calling, affectionately, Rasputin. The tone of his voice said more than enough. Neuter him on our own time.

He’s been poked, needled, fed, stitched, prodded and watered, the vet continued. He’d also bitten a vet assistant who had attempted to pet him.

I’m pretty sure I think I love this kitten.

I’m not sure, however, what will happen to him, even after we bring him home, as we’ve all but flat-out decided to do that.  If nothing else,I reasoned, our house was where his people were, right? It might give him a better leg-up to return to his homeplace and start from scratch here. It made sense to me.

There were several kittens under there, originally, and for safety’s sake, we called the Humane Society; our neighbor has a crackhouse of cats, apparently. The congregate, they do their “drugs,” they kill a few birds, no cockroaches, though, I should point out, and they hang around in the yard, all damn day and night.

The Humane Society, like cats themsevles, came, in the still of the night, apparently, because all the kittens were gone the next morning. Sigh. Of course…he has no people now.

Or, so, we thought…

…until last night, when I was taking a much deserved bath, propping my sore ankle over the side of tub to let it wrap itself in steam. The other kitten, the one we thought had run away, seems to have come back; it’s like, almost right out of the Bible – 99 sheep lay down to sleep, or whatever, but one wanders off and you really only want the one that went away.  (This is my version of that shepherd story because truth be known, I worried sick about that other kitten, the Houdini). To me, he was the one that stayed awake, and aware, and wandered off…to live. (He’ll have the best stories, if he ever comes back). Prodigal as his nature is, he did. So, I said, he must belong to me.

He gets by with a little help from his friends.

I kept hearing this tiny meow, as I lay steaming in the tub, but I refused to think that one had been left behind. I convinced myself that this was the one that had returned. I couldn’t bear thinking he’d been overlooked. How lonely that would feel. I know. 

No, no, he must be the one that left and returned, I mean, how could they have overlooked a kitten, I kept saying over and over to myself. 

The next thing I knew, I’d said it over and over to myself so many times that I was crawling underneath the house, fresh from my bath, at midnight last night, searching him/her out. I couldn’t stand that pitiful mewing. I would never get a night’s rest with that awful, plaintive cry for love and affection. Especially not when I have these arms, so eager to love and affect. It’s odd, but we do that to the sound of a cat’s meow, much more than a dog’s bark, I think: we personify it. It just sounds too “of the depth”, too doleful, too Mahalia Jackson.

I care for animals sometimes more than I do for people. I have yet, however, to trace that root down. I think it must have happened when I decided to love animals more than people.

Sometimes.

I searched forever, and I couldn’t find it, that poor kitten. We decided to leave it food, water, and a lantern for a more fine dining atmosphere. It seems to have done the trick. At least, it’s grown quiet.

And, so, I’ll do my best to do the same as soon as I get these cobwebs and dead crickets out of my hair. I’ll just run another bath, quickly, and say a little prayer.

That’s right, Annelle, I pray.

II: Addendum

I came back from class, today, and as promised, went outside to check on that kitten, I’ve named him Houdini Pip, both for his disappearing act and also because poor Pip, in Great Expectations, just couldn’t stay out of trouble, could he?  Also, I wasn’t against using a file and a pork pie to lure my shackled robber out of the fog of the house foundation. It is plain filthy under there.

I peered under the house, and the lantern was gone. I stood silently in the dead heat of 92 degrees, but I heard no mewing issue forth when I called for him.

The water had been touched, though, and some of the food had been eaten. I was elated. Let him stay under there if he wants, I used to crawl under the house all the time when I was a little kid, much to the chagrin of everyone else. So long as he eats, he’ll be fine. And that’s what it appeared he’d done: eaten, at least a little of the food.

Amanda, ironically, I realized then, had not asked me to meet her anywhere for lunch. That’s when I g0t a little worried.

I ain't no Ingrid Bergman.

What if she’s taken to eating cat food? I fear that would not bode well for the future of groceries in our home.

This is how I stress: What if she’s just moving the food around in that bowl because she knows how neurotic I am about stray animals and someone loving them, and by so moving the food, she’ll think that I’ll assume the kitten’s being taken care of, because that’s exactly what I’d think.

If any of that’s true, then all I can say is this: that’s one hell of a gaslight.

But, I know better. After all, the lantern we used takes batteries.

Brent is één en al geluid, bij alles wat hij doet zit er muziek in. Echt overal, of het nou gaat om feesten organiseren, VMBO jongeren in contact brengen met mediakunst en e-culture bij Dropstuff. De warme sound van Brent, zijn karakter, zijn liefde voor mooie dingen komen allemaal terug in zijn werk. Crackhouse, Mood Elevator, Have a Nice Day Festival, Goodlife Festival en Drift zijn een aantal feestconcepten waar hij zich mee bezig houdt.

Joey gets real cocky on this one, I can’t front this is a Hard record.  Simply titled Music, Fat Joe links up with up and coming producer Raw Uncut to craft some good-ass music.  Look for this to appear on J.O.S.E. 2 dropping May 19th.  CrillzMania!

Download/Stream–>http://www.zshare.net/audio/598469022f90395b/

Je was gewaarschuwd, de kaarten gingen hard. Nu ben je te laat, Traffic & Crackhouse @ Klinch is uitverkocht.

Het zat er natuurlijk aan te komen met namen als Polder, Bart Skils en Marco Carola in de line-up. Zie jullie op 29 april!

De kaartverkoop voor Traffic & Crackhouse @ klinch op Koningennach gaat bijzonder hard. De organisatie verwacht dan ook binnen een week uitverkocht te zijn. Via Ticketscript/beatfreax zijn er geen kaarten meer te krijgen.

Wie Marco Carola, Polder en Bart Skills nog wil mee maken kan alleen nog kaarten kopen via ticketservice.nl en de plaatselijke verkoop. Kaarten kosten 18€, maar let op, bij de deur zal je lid moeten worden van de Melkweg en dit kost ook nog eens geld. Lidmaatschap zit bij de tickets van ticketservice.nl inbegrepen.

By now, everybody is familiar with the mortgage crisis.  That old crackhouse you bought for 400k is now worth less than the eightball you used to buy from the previous owners last year.  What do you do?  File bankruptcy?  Get a second job?  Renegotiate your mortgage? How about be a man for once in your life.  Sometimes you have to make the tough decisions.  We are not suggesting that you should burn your house down even though gas is $1.89 a gallon.  We are also not suggesting you move your house to California and let the “forest fires” take care of it for you.  If you happen to like your tater tots extra crispy, just step outside and let the fry daddy do work.  Problem solved.

(For legal purposes, we recommend you pay your damn bills and do not commit arson or insurance fraud)