Tuesday, 29 May 2007

The stupidity of modern hip hop

Super nintendo, sega genesis, when I was dead broke man I couldn't picture this........ yeah this modern rap. I mean I love old school hip hop as much as the next guy, but when I look at what hip hop has transpired into since the 90's, I can only shake my head in disgust. There is absolutely zero content to any new song. They all are defined by their pimped out Escalades on twenty-fo's and have 100 karat rocks hangin from their neck, representing how baller they are. But then you ask what makes them so hot, and they can only respond with the fact that they have Escalades with twenty-fo's and 100 karat rocks in their neck. There is zero substance to their character beyond all the big screen TVs, blunts, 40s and bitches that they have. This circular argument could go on forever. Michael Jackson was bad because he could heal the world and shit... these guys are hot just because they got stuff. Take the current #1 single that every white boy in America is bumpin out of his parents mini-van right now, This is Why I'm Hot by Mims. I'm sure you've all heard the song. He's hot because he's fly. Yep, you've proven why you're hot. We aren't hot because we're not. Brilliant logic once again, clearly QED. There is nothing more I need to say to prove my point.

I can only hope that in 20 years, the video for This is Why I'm Hot ends up in the same category as this 80s classic:

Yes, you got Rickrolled, sucka.

Sunday, 27 May 2007

Back to reality

So I'm not completely sure what the point of my first post was, other than to point out that options exist, and they're available for the taking. Too often we get comfortable on our wave and don't realize that bigger and better ones exist, if you can bear the work to get there and the added risk. It's kind of like the boiling frog analogy:

If you throw a frog into boiling water, it will jump out instantly. However, if you put it in regular water and then start slowly heating it up, the frog will wait for it's impending death. Often we're that frog, but we don't realize that the tempature has gotten way too hot unless we look at it from the outside.

(ps. alexisonfire owns me)

Anyway back to reality, I'm not really sure what direction I'm going to go with this blog so bear with me. I've been meaning to create one for..... oh about two years now but just never got around to it. It took this crazy cat Neilv to show me this conspiracy theory blog on Spiderman 3 to motivate me to finally do it. My buddy Ryan and I actually got close to making one when we first left for Europe, but we lost interest when our chosen URL, recklessabandon.blogspot.com, was already taken. We had a 5 second attention span on it until we each had to load up some poker in a Parisian internet cafe, and that was the end of our blogging dreams.

What better time than here......... what better place than NOW!

Friday, 25 May 2007

A Wave

So imagine yourself being out in the water on a surfboard. You can comfortably drift into shore on your stomach without too much effort, relaxing as the waves gently roll you in.

If you're up for a little bit of a challenge, you can wait around for a nice wave to catch that'd offer you a sweet ride in. You've ridden these waves before, but you'd still learn a few new things and you still get a kick out of it.

But if you're really up for it, you could paddle around the point, out to where they say the reef is just under the waterline, with monster waves heading into a rocky shore. No one knows whether this place actually exists or if you'd survive the ride, but if you caught the right wave, oh man, what a ride it'd be.

Which line do you take?

What if this was your last ride until sundown? What if it was early morning and the sun was just rising?