They called it “tam tien” on the Hong’s river in Ha Noi, but don’t expect to see angels there. Just a bunch of naked guys swim and play soccer. It is definitely not my kind of place to play a soccer game with too many balls on the field. Which ball should I kick?

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Like Madonna’s Confessions on a Dance Floor, Thu Minh’s Thien Dang is geared toward the club heads. Unfortunately, Vo Thien Thanh doesn’t have enough grooves to keep your feet stomping throughout. After the second track, the beats start to get aerobic. Even as you’re getting your exercise on, you just have to stop, when Okio joins in with his wack-ass rhymes and stuttered flow on the remix of “Bong May Qua Them” and “Xich Lo,” and wonder, what the fuck is he rapping about?

Diddy’s Little Helpers: an interesting article from the Village Voice pointing out the people behind Diddy’s lyrics.

Damn, Eminem’s flow is mad wicked in “No Apologies” from his forthcoming Re-Up project.

Killa Cam goes at Jay-Z once again with “You Must Not Know.” He spits, “You act old. You are old. You asshole.” Come on Cam, what the fuck is that shit? With all these beef against Jay, his Kingdom Come, which released today, must be selling like hotcakes. Dig a hole, Hov!

Asia has done it again with Chosen One, turning him from a homo MC to a clowning army. If dropping his verse over the campy shit like “Voulez Vous” is not lame enough already, homeboy goes on rhyming along side with Mai Le Huyen in “Huynh De Chi Binh.” Damn, I thought Vanilla Ice was bad.

J.R. Writer, another one of Dipset’s bitches attempts to bite Jay with “I Got Em.” Damn, who else is next?

Take a look at what creative minds can do with a piece of paper. Sometimes, working within limitation brings out the best in you.

From The Everything Sex Signs Book:

Material comfort and well-being are essential for Taurus. He won’t feel sexy or willing unless there is money in the bank, food in the refrigerator [my emphasis], and a secure job or prospects for the future.

Cafe De Flore is just what I needed to take my mind off the hip-hop beefs for a bit. From the sensational bossa nova of Paris Combo’s “Senor” to the soulful blues of Nicoletta’s “Ou Es-Tu Passe Mon Saint-Germain-Des-Pres” to the hipnotizing swing of Nana Mouskouri et Michel Legrand’s “Quand On S’Aime,” the mood is set for the gorgeous weekend. Enjoy listening, folks!