Strange that being walloped with a heavy spoon made everything seem funnier, but there you have it. My sisters and I would be helpless, doubled over, milk spraying out of our mouths and noses, the force all the stronger for having been bottled up. There were nights when the spoon got blood on it—nights when hairs would stick to the blood—but still our grandmother farted, and still we laughed until the walls shook.
Master P’s “Gutta Time” (satire video)
Tapemasters Inc. linked up T.I.’s I Am (part 2) to keep his name in the game while on house arrest for his weapon charges.
I am not a GPS expert and I have only used TomTom, Mio and Nagivon. Between the three, Nagivon 2100 impresses me the most. The user interface is intuitive; the 2D and 3D graphic maps are clean, simple and beautiful. The text-to-speech technology, which speaks the street names, is very helpful. The speed “caution” is also a nice feature to keep you on the limit. I bought the Nagivon last Black Friday for 99 dollars, which included the free lifetime traffic for the value of 99 dollars, and loving it ever since.
We took mom around the city to say goodbye New York. We walked around Times Square, dropped by Rockefeller Center to check out the huge, scintillating Christmas tree, and stopped by Chinatown for some Malaysian food. Although the city was packed, we had a good time and mom seemed to enjoy herself. That’s all that matters.
Bran Dougherty-Johnson versus Jason Koxvold at Layer Tennis. Looks like Jason is murdering Bran.
NPR profiles Carmen McRae:
An outstanding song stylist, Carmen McRae’s great strength was in her phrasing and interpretation of lyrics, especially in ballads. In a long and distinguished music career, she was also an excellent pianist, songwriter and storyteller.
Listen to the program. Damn, I love the way she maneuvers her way around Dave Brubeck’s “Take Five.”
NPR:
It’s been more than two decades since the south Los Angeles rap crew N.W.A dropped the album Straight Outta Compton. A special 20th-anniversary CD comes out today. Back in the late ’80s, that gun-wielding, gang-banging, cop-shooting disc quickly turned N.W.A into a hip-hop household name.