birds of a feather...

sometimes i wish i had a camera. then i could capture some photos and post them here like every other blogger. the reason why i say this is because a few days ago within two minutes of each other i saw... let me explain.

two girls: dyed black hair, large framed shades, tatoos on their arms, tank tops, shorts and slippers. i assume that they were friends because their faces didn't look alike.

then 2 minutes later

two guys (i'm pretty sure these guys were a gay couple): crew cuts, same style facial hair, same color hair, same muscular build, tight tanktops, short athletic shorts, sneakers.

it made me think... are people attracted to other people romantically or not because we assume that fashion is an extension of ourselves OR do we tend to move in the same fashion direction as our friends as a consequence of our romantic/platonic growth? its probably none and i'm just overthinking this way to hard.

kenzil edwards...

... is a great human. he has great rants. here's one:

rant 1: "degeneration"
he suggests that society has degenerated to epic... or unepic proportions based on his observation of spinoff reality tv shows. in particular, vh1's triple spinoff. flava flav gets on the celebrity d-list version of the real world. he gets a spinoff dating show. the runner-up in that show gets a spinoff of her own with the exact same premise. in her show the two finalists get their own spinoff with the exact same premise and is currently on vh1. according to him, with each successive spinoff, the ghettoness has increased to the point where he considers it unwatchable. please note that he is a black man and that all main "characters" in these programs are also black. it embarrasses him.

rant 2: "violence induced amnesia?"
chris brown was recently on larry king live, where he declared that he doesn't remember "savagely beating rihanna." kenzil suggests several reasons for this: 1) he was so into it, so enraged that he blacked out. 2) he doesn't agree with the adjective, "savage". 3) he's lying. these are all not good for mr. brown. kenzil also was embarrassed for brown because he brought his mom on the show and she ended up crying a lot. kenzil thinks it's inevitable that chris brown will be torn to shreds by comedians for a long time. as a black man, kenzil is embarrassed.

modern day parable: opinion vs truth

due to frivilous spending a woman racks up $50,000 in credit card debts. a wealthy man finds out about this debt through a mutual friend and writes the woman, whom he has never met, a check for $50,000. the friend tells the woman about the man and hands her the check. although she has the check with the man's name printed on it, and their mutual friend is as trustworthy as can be, the woman never cashes the check because she doesn't believe that a stranger would really do something that nice for her. she tucks the check away and convinces herself that this never happened.

the same is that of those who refuse the salvation of Jesus Christ. just because i don't believe someone did something for me doesn't make it untrue.

faith vs insanity

is it crazy to believe in a God you can't "see" or is it crazy not to?

notepad vs memory

i need a notepad... or three. i get these great ideas for blogs, then i forget them. it's frustrating. is it old age? is my life that busy that i can't remember interesting yet unimportant information? i need a notepad.

what are ribs for?

i received a second hand wife beater a few days ago. it was given to me by my sister. it belonged to her boyfriend. he planned to throw it away, i presume, because they were headed to the airport and he didn't have room for it in his luggage/bags. it's a small item and could've easily been stuffed somewhere so maybe there's another reason. anyway, i looked at it and it wasn't "ribbed" like most wife beaters i've seen. it looked girlish and smooth. i washed it and tried it on. wow. nice. soft. cumfy. it's lack of "ribs" made it smooth and i then i wondered why all wife beaters weren't like this and questioned the purpose of "ribs". i realized my preconception that all wife beaters had to be ribbed and was disappointed at my lack of open-mindedness and in-the-box thinking. why did i think it was girly at first glance? are "ribs" inherently masculine? if anyone knows the actual purpose of those "ribs" i would love to know.

and if anyone is wondering why on earth i'd wear another mans undergarment... it makes me feel close to him.

rick ross vs murs

let me just say that i'm not a huge fan of over-the-top gangsta rap. hip-hop is inherently braggadocious (sp?) which i understand, but some dudes take it so far it becomes unintentionally funny. for instance, rick ross. my first encounter with ricky was while i was in hilo, at my dad's house, in the wee hours of the morning, on mtv or mtv2. i guess mtv has a show where an artist gets an hour or so to play whatever videos they want (usually they're favorites) and they explain the video, why they like it etc. anyway mr. ross was on and what i noticed first was his pendant - it was a golden rick ross head dangling from his neck, right below his actual head. absurd! it was like a bearded buddha. so he plays his faves, which all feature him of course, and i just could not believe it. money, girls, guns to the extreme... it was total fantasy to the point where if someone told me that this was a parody on gangsta rap, i would've bought it. rap skills? well below average. some of these videos looked real expensive and i wondered who was funding it and why would a person buy this music. if you're wondering why i kept watching the show it's because i couldn't stop watching... like the way people watch faces of death. part disbelief, part disgust, part funny.

so anyway, about murs. he's a LA rapper (livin legends crew) who is pretty much the complete opposite of ross. he has a song called "can it be" which is pretty good. rick ross bites the beat then pulls a gayball move and disses murs on the track! this led to a murs comeback song/video, but that's off topic.

now i was on contrastmagazine.com's blog the other day and someone posted a rick ross video where one of ross' "friends," the guy who spits the third verse, is a murs look-a-like! he's a gangsterized version... with the crazy dreadlocks and everything! needless to say, the song is classically and predictably crappy, but i couldn't believe it and i'm still not sure what to make of it. sadness? yes. i feel sad for hip-hop.