SF BABY GIFTS
i have a new nephew (born last week) who i am very excited to finally meet this weekend. i love buying baby gifts b/c everything is mini and somehow justifiable no matter the price. from the top:
organic snapsuit from winter water factory themis mobile from MOMA store wooden london taxi from heritage toys booties from bear feet shoes
SINCE THE PUBLIC SCHOOL ERA
today is the 15th (hello i’m old) anniversary of the death of notorious b.i.g aka biggie smalls aka christopher wallace aka one the greatest rappers to ever live. arguably the best rapper ever, but that depends on who you ask and how you measure what makes a rapper great.
his music is epic. i do not exaggerate. if you ask me what music formed me from my teenage years through now, i’d tell you biggie, wu-tang, paul simon and a few others. biggie sounds angry and languid and fierce, sometimes all in the same song. he’s a soundtrack to driving around aimlessly or a really good party. if i make you a mix, chances are biggie will be on it.
Can you listen to this song and not bob your head?
ready to die is a must own. B.I.G goes from boasting that “he’s been robbing motherfvckers since the slave ships” (favorite) to singing about his thoughts of suicide and how he’ll go to hell when he dies. that is some masterful shit right there. ready to die and B.I.G played a role in how i grew to be who i am now. silly? maybe. but he made me feel connected to something bigger than my little town, he wasn’t handsome and he struggled with fears and doubts and he made me think. he had this incredibly thick voice and these slow beats that made me feel invincible.
some smart person on the internet made a xx and notorious big mixtape. i was skeptical but it has become one of my most favorite mash ups. the slow xx music brings out the clever turns and sad notes in biggie’s lyrics. the first time i heard everyday struggle in this mashup i cried. that, my friends, is some good writing.
sorry you’re dead buddy, and i hope you’re happy somewhere. (puffy changed his name BTW. no one knows what to call him anymore.)
the walking dead is over until the fall. i cry, but the season finale was way rad. #1 reason?
humanana humnana. i literally cheered when this lady showed up. welcome michonne, the craziest badass in the walking dead. YAY. (rad photo from helloanhelika)