Monday, October 26, 2009

Music Monday - P$C

Every good rapper has a crew of less talented rappers that they believe in and vouche for. Eminem has D12, Nelly has St. Lunatics (wait...what Nelly isn't a good rapper), & T.I. has P$C. Now out of all the aforementioned, I'd much rather listen to P$C. Perhaps it's my affinity for ATL, Jawjah but whatever it is, they got some joints. Take a listen.
*Note I also wanted to post "Limelight" and "Set It Out" but the youtube videos were fucked up.

Monday, October 19, 2009

Music Monday - Gucci Mane La Flaire

When Gucci Mane emerged during my undergrad days, he was most definitely an acquired taste. So years later to hear him on the radio, in Chicago no less, was eh surprising to say the least (but then I remembered those niggaz are country too). However, the moment I saw that nigga in a video w/ Mariah Carey, all I could say was "Well Damn". Regardless of how you feel about his lyricism, his drawl, or his beloved ad-libs (Burrr!), I dare you to not nod your head in 5, 4, 3, 2, ...



Monday, October 12, 2009

Music Monday - Comeback Season

Thanks to Columbus 'ol thievin ass, I got a day off. BOW! Not feeling too wordy, but luckily these songs describe how I've been feeling lately. Drake has gone from obscure underdog to much hyped favorite, but it's always great to hear an artist at their hungriest. His 2nd mixtape, "Comeback Season" has a quite a few gems on it. Close your eyes and listen to him shine...


Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Battle of the Sexes - #whyyoualways

In honor of Hump Day, Wednesdays will be a day to voice your opinion on the opposite sex. Questions, Comments, or if you just generally feel like talkin' shit, hey, feel free to do it here.

One of the songs this year that got the ladies moist and giddy was "Best I Ever Had". I'm pretty confident that most women relished in the following verse: "Sweat pants/hair tied/chillin wit no make-up on/that's when you're the prettiest/hope that you don't take it wrong" (c) Drake. I agree with his sentiment BUT, it most definitely needs some clarification. When he talks about a woman being @ her "prettiest" when she's chillin, dare I say it's less about her appearance and more about her demeanor. A woman's aesthetic beauty is often times her #1 asset and when I think of the time, money & tactics y'all employ to stay on point...Clap for 'em, Clap for 'em (c) Hov. And let's face it, women need their self-esteem tank filled up with compliments everyday and fellas, it would behoove of you to use premium my friend.. That being said, when she is comfortable enough to take off her cool and lay around with those PINK sweatpants and "Just Say No" tee from back in the day, her comfort level is what makes her pretty because we all know how ugly low self-esteem is. HOWEVER, ladies, don't you, e-ver, get to, comfortable. Don't turn into Aunt Jemima as soon as you walk in the door and go searching for that scarf. Don't go from business professional to Cinderella fresh. I'm just saying, #whyyoualways gotta put on your sweatpants and birkenstocks?

Monday, October 5, 2009

Music Monday - Wasted

In an effort to tie myself to my blog again, I'm borrowing something from my favorite social networking site of the moment, Twitter. Music Mondays will consist of new videos, new songs, or just the songs I like to sing (c) Chappelle as Diddy

If the following song wasn't included in your pre-game festivities this summer, #youlie or you were just too fucked up* to remember. Gucci Mane La Flare (Burrr) and good 'ol Algernon (It's Plies Baaaaybay) cooked up some southern friend ignorance that transcends all demographics. From the trap to the suburbs, everyone likes to party. So even if you don't wear tight jeans like the white boys, I'm sure you've been wasted like the white boys...I know I have... DC @ The Park 7/24 <---Well Damn.



*G.P.S.A. (Ghetto Public Service Announcement) - We don't get fucked up no more, we get wasted.


Thursday, October 1, 2009

Self-Help for the Sensible Woman to the Scallywag, Vol. IX - What's On Your Resume?


It’s been a long time; we shouldn’t have left you, without some self-help to bless you. I trust that our guide to the bake sale helped you avoid anything other than the freshest pastries this summer. Remember, those public muffins will fuck you up EVERY-TIME, but that pound cake is A OK wit ya boys. We digress…

In these tumultuous economic times its important to bring you’re “A” game and set yourself apart from the proverbial pool of applicants. That means grinding in the office and ensuring your resume shines at all times. This also applies to pursuing that special love interest and/or relationship. I mean, let’s be real, stocks and bonds aren’t the only places where value has severely declined. We want you to stay on your toes, you know, just in case there is an unexpected career change...”Got a new bitch, now you Jennifer Aniston” © Kanye West. So in order to keep yourself relevant and revered, my colleague and I have some tips to help you craft a stellar relationship resume that will launch you from spreadsheet slut to professional pimpage in no time.

Objective - Ladies, it’s imperative you clearly define what you want or otherwise you will be placed into someone else's mold for you. I don't know if you were THAT kid, but uh the square peg doesn’t fit in the round hole. The sad reality is many women looking for careers submit resumes worthy of temp jobs and back office work; and once you get relegated to the back office you ain’t ever getting any face time with the clients. You're officially a paper pusher or as my colleague so eloquently put it, a spreadsheet slut. So we implore you, say what you mean and mean what you say because we all know closed mouths don’t get fed!

Education - As much as we would love for you to have your MBA and JD (#shoutout to Claire Huxtable), sometimes common sense, quick thinking and the ability to do the math are quite sufficient! At the end of the day, every man wants a chick with some substance, but when you continually try to use chess moves in a game of checkers, you clearly ain't reading from the right play book (and you definitely don’t want to get Tim Tebow’d out chea). Common sense is vital in the cruel world of make ups to break ups. If you don’t believe what we have to say about all that extra book learning, just ask Condoleezza Rice the last time she tasted that “sweet meat” © Plies…don’t worry we’ll wait! Don’t become too smart for your own damn good, that’s all we’re saying. Because while a man may want his mind enlightened, I guarantee he also wants to go dumb on those cakes…Tell me when to go!

Experience - When being compared against a group of qualified candidates, the value of your “experience” will make the difference between a corner office and the mailroom. Experience should give your potential employer an indication of whether you can perform the job to the best of your ability, NOTHING MORE. Far too often we receive resumes from applicants who can’t seem to keep a good job or are content with “bouncing from gig to gig”. Don’t get it twisted though, experience is most definitely relative and too much will get your resume shredded before it hits the desk. There’s no shame in working your way up to the top, but if your name is hot in the streets like the new Madden we have no choice but to leave you in the lobby with the secretary, D’Enda Mydik and see to it that you are promptly escorted off the premises.

References - As much as employers don’t like to have to second guess your work history, sometimes references are necessary to call upon. Ladies, take it from us, we can perform a background check in a matter of minutes (it’s simple as a text) for the free so you might as well be straight up from the jump. It’s nothing sadder than hearing from a prior employer how you tried to embezzle money or inappropriately use the company credit card, or worst of all, habitually offering those atrocious public muffins around the office in the morning. Keep a clean slate and end your working relationship on good terms, it’ll take you far young Jedi’s.

Remember update early and often. You never know when the time will come for you to show what you bring to the table. Next time, Vol. X – BOW! BOW!