Awesome just realized that I’ve had a typo in my cover letter for 5ever (meets instead of meetings) and if that’s been fucking me up I swear…
Staggering into autumn like split-lipped boxers,Anne Holub, “We Owe Chicago” - Gapers Block Book Club | Chicago (via gapers)
we call ourselves triumphant –
arms raised high,
shoes soggy in the gutter after
We begin to pray,
begin to say grace at meals with friends –
heartfelt devotions to the goddess of harvest,
to whatever great spirit can keep us
warm and safe as the sun retreats.
We owe Her our dreams.
So I did a little deep breathing exercise, had some orange juice, and powered the rest of the way through that New Yorker piece on authenticity in hip-hop. And of course it was terrible and built on some false (or incomplete) premises and feels really divorced from anything that I think of as reality. But by far the most insane horrible thing is the whole article is this aside:
In the near future, black rappers might even be a minority.
What’s hip-hop’s definition of authenticity? As artists of all backgrounds continue to claim they’re “the realest,” Andrew Marantz notes that “realness in hip-hop has a slippery definition, related to the everyday sense of the word but not synonymous with it.”
Photograph of Iggy Azalea by Andy Kropa/Invision/AP
I really tried to read this so that I could shit all over it with some knowledge of what it is that I’m shitting on.
I got to paragraph 2 and felt an aneurysm coming on.
Tonight has been great! I worked a little on my 4 year plan (fully 20% of my current life goals right now involve owning a dog) and finally watched Odd Thomas (not great) and The Serpent and the Rainbow (actually really great) and Re-Animator (I’m pissed at myself that I’m only now seeing this one because it’s everything I want in a horror movie) and I’m only a little bit panicked about life stuff.
I need to hedge what I said about Re-Animator because I hadn’t finished it yet and I’m 100% not okay with zombie rapists.