Lupe Fiasco:

I love the Lord, but sometimes it’s like that I love me more
I love the peace and I love the war
I love the seas and I love the shore
No love for no bitch…

From New York Magazine‘s cover story, Emily Nussbaum takes an inside look at the nail industry:

The first time I got a pedicure, I felt something similar: physical vulnerability, mingled with a lurid awareness of power—an Asian woman who didn’t speak English was kneeling in front of me, washing my feet. It felt distinctly slave and master.

Quite a workaround to accommodate IE 6 transparency.

The New York Times Style Magazine web site kicks off with Holiday’s art, culture and style. The black-bar navigation looks familiar.

William Safire:

Black is the new black. Walking briskly down Madison Avenue in New York, I passed the window of the designer DKNY, but the display therein slowed my gait to a lugubrious plod. All the mannequins in the windows were clothed in funereal chic — outfits suitable for matronly morticians at an undertaker’s convention.

Love the typography from Bobby C. Martin Jr.

Steven Kroeter:

I was reminded of the concept of “muddled thinking” while reading a recent copy of Business Week. In its October 15th issue, I came across a headline that read: “The Top Design Schools.” Great, I thought. Let’s take a look. Art Center College of Design: no surprise there. Further down: California College of the Arts. No surprise there either. But then sandwiched between Georgia Institute of Technology and Hongik University College of Design appeared the Harvard Business School — which was a surprise, especially since Harvard’s Graduate School of Design was conspicuously absent from the list.

2pac sang Suzanne Vega’s “Tom’s Diner” with his own words. His out-of-tune singing is mad hilarious.

Flash animation of Layer Tennis.

My old lady had passed the 100,000-mile mark. I took her into the dealer to get a new timing belt, which will put a put hole in my pocket. The dealer fixed me up with a brand new 2008 MDX for today. After driving this big, bad mama, I just want to take her home. The rearview camera makes parallel parking much better. I don’t have to touch other car’s front bumper anymore.

Update: Kissed the MDX goodbye. Swiped $1064.70 from my credit card. Picked up my old lady. Felt like I cheated on her with a young, voluptuous broad. Still she looks pretty damn crisp and clean. Hopefully she’ll be with me for another 100,000 miles, if not forever.

The article regarding Thu Phuong’s porn clip is an example of ridiculous journalism, in which reckless writers just put out whatever they want without holding responsible for their actions. Seriously, how idiot do you have to be to not figure out that the girl in the porn video isn’t Thu Phuong? Sure she bears some resemblances but Thu Phuong’s voice is much deeper and raspier than the porn star. So open up your damn ears, will ya?