Nonchalant Jon
April 2012
“‘I really like you, Midori. A lot.’
‘How much is a lot?’
‘Like a spring bear,’ I said.
‘A spring bear?’ Midori looked up again. ‘What’s that all about? A spring bear.’
‘You’re walking through a field all by yourself one day in spring, and this sweet little bear cub with velvet fur and shiny little eyes comes walking along. And he says to you, ‘Hi, there, little lady. Want to tumble with me?’ So you and the bear cub spend the whole day in each other’s arms, tumbling down this clover-covered hill. Nice, huh?”
‘Yeah. Really nice.’
‘That’s how much I like you.’” —Haruki Murakami Norwegian Wood
‘How much is a lot?’
‘Like a spring bear,’ I said.
‘A spring bear?’ Midori looked up again. ‘What’s that all about? A spring bear.’
‘You’re walking through a field all by yourself one day in spring, and this sweet little bear cub with velvet fur and shiny little eyes comes walking along. And he says to you, ‘Hi, there, little lady. Want to tumble with me?’ So you and the bear cub spend the whole day in each other’s arms, tumbling down this clover-covered hill. Nice, huh?”
‘Yeah. Really nice.’
‘That’s how much I like you.’” —Haruki Murakami Norwegian Wood
March 2012
Jai Paul - jasmine (demo)
Jai Paul - Jasmine
To live in the borderlands means you
are neither hispana india negra española
ni gabacha, eres mestiza, mulata, half-breed
caught in the crossfire between camps while carrying all five races on your back
not knowing which side to turn to, run from;
To live in the Borderlands means knowing
that the india in you, betrayed for 500 years,
is no longer speaking to you,
that mexicanas call you rajetas,
that denying the Anglo inside you
is as bad as having denied the Indian or Black;
Cuando vives en la frontera
people walk through you, wind steals your voice,
you’re a burra, buey, scapegoat
forerunner of a new race,
half and half—both woman and man, neither—
a new gender;
To live in the Borderlands means to
put chile in the borscht
eat whole wheat tortillas,
speak Tex-Mex with a Brooklyn accent;
be stopped by la migra at the border check points;
Living in the Borderlands means you fight hard to
resist the gold elixer beckoning from the bottle,
the pull of the gun barrel,
the rope crushing the hollow of your throat;
In the Borderlands
you are the battleground
where enemies are kin to each other;
you are at home, a stranger,
the border disputes have been settled
the volley of shots have shattered the truce
you are wounded, lost in action
dead, fighting back;
To live in the Borderlands means
the mill with the razor white teeth wants to shred off
your olive-red skin, crush out the kernel, your heart
pound you pinch you roll you out
smelling like white bread but dead;
To survive in the Borderlands
you must live sin fronteras
be a crossroads.
- Gloria Anzaldua
Wanna Get To Know You (Www.TodoHit.Com)
G Unit
G Unit - Wanna Get To Know You
Me 03/04: Fresh fade with the Steve Harvey lining, XL Camo Akademiks tee, Long tee undershirt, Azzure jeans, Crispy all white air forces, Gucci link gold chain and matching bracelet, Gray beanie barely on my head like T.I. I used to go to school with a fucking wood grain cd player and matching head phones. I’m also proud to say that I had the short sleeve and shorts phat farm velour suit version of the same sweater Drake was wearing when he got shot on Degrassi. Before this is was airbrushed long tee’s and corn rows. 16 year old me would hate my closet right now.
“And all the books you’ve read have been read by other people. And all the songs you’ve loved have been heard by other people. And that girl that’s pretty to you is pretty to other people. and that if you looked at these facts when you were happy, you would feel great because you are describing ‘unity.’”
—Stephen Chbosky The Perks of Being A Wallflower
NYC Cops
Heems
Heems - NYC Cops
My stomach already hurts from all the people who are going to defend Rick Santorum when this story blows up and all the people who are going to say the liberals turn everything into a race issue. I want to puke, literally.
