polyphony.

lol



ghost face killaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah © ODB

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nothing fantastic to report.

i realized today that i have too many blogs with no explicit purpose. i have 3 that i update relatively regularly, and before each entry i wonder which blog is best suited for the discussion i'm preparing to engage in.

it's way too much hassle. but 2 of the 3 blogs have so much of my history logged that i can't afford to shed them, and the third is so cool and sexy that i don't want to abandon it.

it just ain't that serious.

anyway.

bhhf was really dope. shouts to TM for procuring me a VIP pass (which got me up close & personal in the press pit with real photographers and Ghostface & Crew, along with other VIP perks) and for performing our sleeper hit, Walk This Way!
yes!
i missed the performance, but the response was apparently very good.
you can't beat the feeling of 3-5000 people jamming to your shit.

later that night we hit up hiphop karaoke and did DWYCK ( i was smooth b and started forgetting words. :( ) and then stormed the stage during some random guy's below average rendition of ATCQ's Scenario. i had too much fun doing that.

after that, we bounced out to a Crown Fried Chicken that seemed like it was a good mile and a half away, and i ended up fuckin' up my right ankle, man. i thought it may have been the skin being rubbed raw, but now i'm thinking that the tendon back there is bruised. all of my kicks make it throb with pain, so far the only shoes i can rock are these suede slip-on loafers from kenneth cole. kinda mad about that because i have 3 pairs of dope shoes that i can't rock due to a bum foot. i'm just hoping it don't last longer than a week. it even hurts to drive.

*sigh*

always something.

anyway. back to work.

copped.

another week in the books.

just got paid...it's friday night...


a well deserved weekend of enjoyment on the way.
i'm prolly gonna do a little shopping after work today, get fresh mode. i really want a pair of jordans. we'll see though.

tonight i'm thinking about grabbin' a carshare whip & going to see rich medina spin @ the arts garage.



after that, i'll probably head back home and get some sleep, 'cause early saturday morning i'm routing up to NYC for this:

i'm going early because TM's set is at 1:30 in the afternoon.

cross your fingers and hope they perform my song!

oh, i think i'm gonna buy a bottle of this:


that black medallion and coke on the rocks is FLAMES fam.

FLAMES.

i need to read more.

so, over the next few months, i'm going to give myself (what i hope to be) beneficial reading assignments.

1st up will be Niccolò Machiavelli's The Prince.



after that, i'm gonna check Stephen R. Covey's The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People.



i have a feeling they will be slow reads, but i think i could learn a lot from both, and i prefer applicable reading to fiction and fantasy. always have. i can't even think of the last novel i read purely for enjoyment; probably Ralph Ellison's The Invisible man. i'm surprised my vocabulary hasn't suffered as a result.

anyway. i'll keep you posted as to how they're going.

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work is a certified fuckin' pain at this point. it's only 2:48 and i'm staying late, so i don't expect anything to improve. plus it's raining? this check better be the living breathing shit.


i can't wait til august.

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i just looked over my old blog and found some depressing shit i wrote about myself, i guess.

but it hit me kinda hard reading it again. it's a little over a year old:

http://sixteenbars.blogspot.com/2006/04/opening-up.html

wow.
somebody get that man some rope and a fuckin' footstool!

seen in rittenhouse square:

dude having his lamborghini towed away. maybe i'm crazy. but i saw that car up on that flatbed and i totally saw me owning that shit. fuckin' beautiful. i need some dough.



i'm assuming it belonged to the white haired guy in the shorts and long socks. i saw a lot of ballers today. i want to be one.


peep the butterfly doors:

*hate*
*love*

5 years nigga.

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i bought some new kicks this weekend. and they wasn't dunks!
came across some deals on some other shit:
1st was these creative rec dicocos. i'll be honest. there's a lot to like about the creative rec design; simple, understated, clean lines, cool colors (if not feminine at times), nice looking shoes mostly.

but them stupid monkstrap shits on the toes fucked me up to the point where i couldn't fuck with em. i don't follow creative rec like that, but these caught my eye and i decided to go in on em. they're oh so handsome to wear, yo. real rap.



problem is, they run supersmall. and i loved em enough to ignore the fact that this very last pair of them were about a size too small for my foot. um, yeah. combine that with the fact that creative recreation shoes have an incredibly small toe area, and you're looking at PAIN. wow. i'm hoping they'll give with some wear cause the other wise these are gonna end up some handsome ass collector's pieces.

good lookin shoe though. i fucks with em.

my second cop was *GASP* some reeboks! lol
i don't wear reeboks, i always thought they could do way more to freshen up their lines. the last really creative look they had imo was the Iverson 1s. but these at just couldn't be beat. $40 for some comfortable ass Ventilators?!

as i said, comfortable as hell.
good looking, nice colorway, cheap and not everybody (yet) is killing them to death. it was either these or some dunks, and well, i wanted to deviate a bit. i'll prolly get the dunks later.

all in all, good take, i'd say.


.sihtrofyagosmi...

i think i lost 2 friends this past weekend.


it's some hurtful ass shit, but i guess, if that's what it is, that's what it is.


in other news, i took half a day today. i gotta make some runs, pay off a debt, and then spend a lil guapamoley on myself to compensate for the tremendous depression i've been enduring.

nah i'm tryna be happy man.
niggas ain't stealing my sunshine.
not even if you run up on me with PMS & a switchblade. fuck you, ima kiss your dumbass in the mouth and push you into a pit of rabid dogs!

(iont know what that was about, but it seemed properly emotive)

i am invited to 3 parties in nyc this weekend. i don't feel like attending any. i haven't rsvp'd for any, either. then there's the bboy barbecue which i have missed routinely for the past 5 years, there's Oh-Dumb-Day (Odunde - i made that up myself and i think i really like it) on sunday.

potentially busy weekend.
fuck it though, we'll see. i feel the necessity to put in some sort of work this weekend.

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overtime's been...bearable. ugh. those 2 extra hours on weekdays are torture. can't wait to see that pay check though. still haven't done a weekend yet, and it looks like i will miss it again this weekend. it's just hard to get your ass out on a saturday morning to come into the office and actually do work. i did my fair share of it in 2001, infact i used to bust my ass to the tune of 70 hour weeks then...
times have changed. i didn't have a life then, so it worked out perfectly. the money was outstanding too. plus i had motivation, my dad was trying to kick me out of the house. i wish my old diary land was working, i'm sure i blogged about it back then.

those were the days. a mere 21. freshfaced and clueless. gettin money and living at home. spending hundreds of dollars and makin it back doubletime. AUGH!

remember them days? when i used to have a crush on karas cause i thought she was the coolest 3'2" person on the face of the earth? and i made it up in my mind that she had one on me too? lmao.

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i left my cell phone home and i feel fuckin' naked.

STOP LOOKIN' AT MAH BALLZ!

an unforseen boost in the economy has been attributed to overflowing boxes of paper.

yep.





so my job finally did what i've been asking them to do since like, february or so, and opened up overtime for a few folks who want to contribute to the "A Paperless PCA" project, where we scan 7 years worth of client documentation into a massive database, and catalog it via various criterion.

previously they'd been asking a few of us to do it during the day, and it being so mind numbingly boring, coupled with other work piling up in it's wake, that process just wasnt working. so, tuesday through thursday, and saturday, overtime will be available, and trust me, time & a half? niggas is stacking, best believe.

(that extra 10 hours a week is the PITS though. i aint even done the 4 hour bid on saturday mornings yet. ugh)

which is the perfect segue. due to the xtra cash, the nyc look gets realer by the day, man.

and it's sorta scary.
very exciting.
fairly reckless.
extremely ambitious.


whatevz. if it happens, it will happen. not gonna pontificate and emote right now. i'm a ways off and i have alot to sew up here in philly before anything like that goes down.

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my cable's back on!

finally.

now i can turn it on and wonder why in the fzck i even considered having it again.
oh, and i can entertain the hizzoes.

cable bol was mad friendly though. almost too much. asked me how much i paid a month for my place, and then said "oh. it must be the view." i laughed. but then later on that night i was like, "heeeeeeeey wait a minute."

it's aight. he lives on 52nd & master or something, so homie can chill. i know my place aint trump tight thero, but i'm good.

anyway. i ain't done like a lick of work today, so i'ma try to make these last few hours worth something. or put up a post about panties on okp.
either way.

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