Monday, January 29, 2007

You have fighting spirit II



(Part two in an ongoing investigative series.)

My friend Justin's
love affair with Bloodsport intensifies. Zoolander reference = just for good measure.

justin:
hey dude is this weird?
justin:
when i have a kid...if it's a boy, i want his middle name to be dux
drew:
as in frank?
justin:
oh yea
drew:
why not?
justin:
or like, let's say, hansel dux counts

Saturday, January 27, 2007

Hip-Hop for Allah


(Cred: Michael T. Regan)

He's black, a rapper and a Muslim. "That's three strikes right there," says [Tone] Trump, who was born Abdul Sallam. It's just as hard to separate these three identities and peoples' reactions to them as it is to comprehend the diversity of voices that exists in the broad cultural stew of "Islamic rap," a relatively underexposed subgenre. There are British jihadi rappers who call themselves Sheikh Terra and the Soul Salah Crew and give shout-outs "to the OBL." There are teetotaling rappers who embrace Islam's stringent rules for personal behavior (no drugs, no alcohol) and comply with the religion's disdain for music and creative energy used outside of worship by rapping about being polite and praying.

The voices of these Muslim artists join an already crowded chorus of shrieks and bellows, all trying to answer the question: "What will the relationship between Islam and the West be?" Some say Islam is a monolithic bogeyman that's come to kill us all. Some say it's a religion of peace distorted by madmen. For Trump, it's a source of personal strength, something he uses to get through the day.
Be sure to check Zach Mortice's cover story in this week's City Paper. Well done, man.

Friday, January 26, 2007

Tony vs. Paul



Holy crap.

(Thanks Norlen)

Friday, January 12, 2007

My plastic heart cannot love



This beautiful kitty knows more about computers than I do. Which leads me to my question: does anyone know how to go about fixing the effed-up color on my blog? Squint and you'll see: the background for the body column and sidebar is supposed to be this nice light green, but there's a distinct break in the page where said hue devolves into this flesh-colored pantyhose type color. Help me figure it out, and I'll give you a five spot or a nice long belly rub. Much obliged.

Dunce cappin' and kazooin'



I knew that picture would come in handy at some point.

Watching too much The Wire can make you forget that, for all its ultra-heavy, heartwrenching thematic arcs and true-to-life gravitas, it's a just a damn TV show. I'm here to help.

I don't mean to pull the culturally out of touch mom card here, but stop ghostriding the whip. Just stop. You're going to hurt yourself. No one is blessed with the innate ability to dance on a moving vehicle. Except the one dude from Teen Wolf.

Luc Besson is quitting filmmaking to [read the headline].

Shoutout to the inimitable Chris Boucher, who somehow managed to evade certain death and establish his own successful personal concierge service in the same year. Smile, Chedda. Smile.

Justin Lin, who directed indie hit Better Luck Tomorrow and the curiously City Paper-recommended The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift, is working on Finishing the Game, a spoof fictionalizing the insipid attempt to complete Bruce Lee's Game of Death after the Dragon's passing. Stars include James Franco...and MC Hammer. More at Kung Fu Cinema, which is the best website ever.

One Track Mind on Kels and Jeezy. People at work have taken to calling me "Young Drewzy." Sigh.

In irrelevant NBA trade news: Earl Boykins and Julius Hodge for Steve "Seed of McVeigh" Blake? Is there any rhyme or reason behind this transaction? It seems like the Nuggets and the Bucks just did it to do it.

I finally got around to making a Flickr for some of my writing clips. Just music up now, but I'm in the process of getting some food- and phone sex-related pieces on there as well.

Monday, January 08, 2007

Zen and the art of retarded headlines


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There's nothing inherently wrong with the last headline, but that picture (coupled with the story) is nothing short of spectacular.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Happy Drew Year



This whole new year thing has got me feeling like this. And it doesn't help that I'm spending most all my free time getting reacquainted with early seasons of The Wire. Why, Bodie, why? Life has no meaning. Anyways, I'll be back on the horse real soon.

(Name the disaster depicted in the photo, win a prize.)