LURADIO

Two posts in about a half an hour means I am at work and am hungry and annoyed. That can only mean a dose of meta-blogging.

While I should be reading Dictee or Mignolo or something, blogs are the snack that spoils my appetite for the written word. Going from hyper-self-indulgent-pseudo-intellectual-unnecessarilly cryptic candy coated writers to stoned dudes taking a break from jacking off, I get progressively more frustrated/bored to the point that I become unable to read anything.

Im no longer tripping about journal blogs, cause those people are just writing for the hell of it and dont actively seek out a readership and get gassed up over links and hits and shit…It’s the blogs whose proprietors work to cultivate some inane level of credibility and down-ness. What the fuck dudes, just accept the fact that your talking about shit on a BLOG. We are geeks already. Now, working from that common ground, you can start proclaiming how much of a fuckin nihilist badass you are and have always been, but please just admit the fact that this shit is crazy lame and youre addicted. Cause I know I am.

If I were to go and eat something right now, this entry wouldnt exist, but Im running off of a cigarette and orange juice + dayquill, so it’s not looking like a good day.

So I’ll bitch about that which hardcorestreetwear pundit that I always link to said recently about this whole streetwear scene. Ignoring the fact that he basically compared himself to Johnathan Swift (even providing a link for the unlearned), he makes some good points about the Pharell dickriding that is all the rage and which I could be accused of partaking in (shit, look at the facebook picture courtesy of Lambo).

I dont really understand a lot of people who are on the nuts so hard. I justify my respect cause I wish I could pull beats out of my ass the way they do. That sounds bad. Who cares. But dudes who love him just cause he dresses well? What the shit is that? Like Nat said, if youre pulling that kind of money and rolling in those circles, you better be wearing that shit.

I think Im just extra pissed cause has anyone seen the new Gwen Stefani video? I think it could be summarized as such: yellow to brown.

But now Im rambling even more. When I eat something ill be able to think and convince myself that nobody is really all that bad.

oh shit i forgot the crowning piece of irony of the last couple weeks: Hypebeast posting up the info for the Married To The Mob party with the RSVP address. That was perfect. Can you imagine the average hypebeast reader at a retailmafia box social? Money.

I guess it all comes down to levels of expression or something. These ’streetwear’ nerds use their clothes as their identity and get so wound up in it. The people who make the clothes are usually doing far more interesting things (sex/drugs/teaching) with their time and the labels are simply an extension of their game, it aint their defining characteristic. the clothes are a means to end, while for the lower folk, acquisition of the clothes is the ultimate goal.

im just lucky i started djing when i was 12 so i can campout for a pair of shoes and still have some people respect me.