Crazy Flamboyant from the Rap Enjoyment

I've always liked plums...

Forget the intro, the game is afoot!

Wu-Tang viddies out the wazoo (via Spine Magazine).

A little late notice, but Ms. Dynamite's lil' bro and rapper in-his-own-right Kano has a double-date tomorrow with the City That Never Sleeps (no, not Boise, idiots, I'm talking about New York): a both sides of the pond bond/promotional move/hipster orgy with Ju-elz as part of the East River Music Project, and, later on, a probably already sold out performance at The Knitting Factory with Diplo sponsored by, guess who? Fader mag. But maybe the folks out at Roll Deep right now will be too Cockney-ed out for tomorrow...yeah, prolly not.

Hold up...Jim Jarmusch, Bill Murray, and Jeffrey Wright (possibly the only cool person--aside from yours truly--to graduate from my high school) have made a movie together and I'm just now getting wind of it?!? And it's out now? Okay, okay...I've lost my cinemaphile credentials. But one more question, though--What fucking acccent is JW speaking in? British East Indian? I'm seeing Broken Flowers this weekend to clear all this up. And, no, it's not a remake of Broken Blossoms, thank goodness.

Junichi over at Pop Licks drops more blogular gems today than I could muster in a lifetime with 30 Things That Are Hard for Him to Accept (Part One-Mo'gain). Kabbalah.

A double dose of WTF both for the cultural insensitivity of this site and...uh...the fact that it's goddamn soy soylent green! Plus, from what I "hear," people taste like pork, anyway.

In parting, I think I might go to the National Powwow tomorrow to see what that's about. It's almost calming to me to be around other minorities even more vexed with white folks than I am. Kidding. Kinda.