i know this is the day of rest and i should be reading the bible

or taking a leisurely stroll around my neighborhood

or planting a garden in glory of the Lord

but none other than Amy Collins Langfield just tweeted this video at me and i need to share it with you and expound on its excellence.

first off: you have Ice Cube sitting in with the Roots led by the great drummer ?estlove.

next: you have the classic title track off “Straight Outta Compton”, N.W.A’s breakthrough album which many forget came out during the height of Grunge.

the challenge: you’re televising this on network tv. and even though no one likes or watches Jimmy Fallon’s show (of which The Roots are the house band), and even though the telecast airs in the wee hours when children are fast asleep, and even though this is just a jam for the studio audience during the commercial break, due to draconian laws the vocalists CANT CURSE despite the fact that the original has a swear word or offensive term in nearly every line.

the result: an awkward but beautiful tongue-twisting tapdance around lyrical landmines

the grade: A+++++++++++++

the bush in question is young Barbara Bush who after she traveled to Africa with her parents was moved and inspired when she saw how differently her accessibility to quality heathcare is compared to the very poor in deepest darkest. the result, she founded a non profit to help: Global Health Corps.

shes certainly come a long way since being popped for underage drinking in Austin, and then caught using a fake ID all within a few weeks. ah kids.

hats off to barbara, not because of her opinion, but for the courage to so publicly break away from the politics of her father and grandfather. and moreso for putting her time and efforts into the causes that she believes in. selfless causes that really will help people.

what do you credit for her empathy, idealism, and maverick stance to defy what would be easy and replace it with what brings the greater good to the world as a whole? the answer can probably be found in her middle name.

personally, i thought that game was boring.

what i learned is real soccer fans have no sense of humor. nil!

and once again the Simpsons are visionaries – check out that score.

via Ali and Sarah

some how.

sass asks: Why does a boy I like read my blog but not talk to me?

todays youth, especially the shoegazing skinnyjeans wearing manchildren that you go gaga for have no courage.

if they did they wouldnt listen to that nonsense you people call music.

its not really their fault, its a worldwide dilema. youve been given too much. plus this is the byproduct of the feminization of american men thats represented in emo, metrosexuality and the celebration of Coldplay.

Girl Power has won but its only made way to the Age of the Douchebag.

id highly recommend that since todays woman is so comfortable demanding whatever it is that she wants, she needs to reach out and pull the men on her radar into her personal space.

its the only way to deal with these sheep.

from this years nhl stanley cup

but the best produced package has to go to the cbc – go figure, canadians – who utilized chicagos smashing pumpkins along with a full-blown recap of the whole playoffs

i hate that fratellis song though.

shes now 27.

our story has been told a million times. i had just come back from the war, she was waiting to kiss some sailor, but our eyes locked and we made out that night and didnt stop kissing till easter.

we have the weirdest deal. we love each other intensely, we can read each others minds, and if you ask me we are soul mates, but we have the hardest time spending time together in a healthy way.

what will happen is we will mush into the depths of love like heroin addicts. we wont care the consequences. time flies and we havent left the bed. months pass and we’re still naked and tangled.

one three day weekend we stayed in bed and watched the pro debut of tiger woods. we ordered in, made beautiful and life altering love, and stared into each others eyes and saw the future of rock n roll.

ive moved away from her, shes moved away from me, but never for any mean reasons, we just knew there was something different going on and it was time for a little break.

most recently she was in africa saving the world. it was the longest time that we had been apart where we didnt talk at least every-other-day.

something tells me we were together in a past life. i dont even believe in past lives but theres no other explanation as to why our communication is as dialed in as it is.

even when we arent getting along we can talk, make mistakes, mis-communicate, and its ok because minutes later we’ve figured it out.

still though she isnt so sure about us. which i wouldnt be either because yours truly is koo-koo. and shes as straight as an arrow.

which isnt to say shes dull. just the opposite. todays birthday girl is super open minded, always up to check out something creative or weird or beautiful. she’ll teach you about food made from the rain forest or some super rare anais nin tale, she learned Lugandan before the plane ever touched down in africa, and she just aced her anatomy final at the local college.

by straight i mean we’ll go see a rock show and some hippies two rows over will be sharing a joint and her soul is so pure that she will be instantly buzzed from the second hand smoke 500 feet away.

it makes you wonder if shes from another world. like heaven

of the many things my truest has taught me over the years, the best thing she schooled me on was how to see people’s heart.

its all she sees. and after a while of being around her you Want to be like her and voila you start seeing things as she does.

whats next for her? who knows. it could be nursing school in new mexico or dc, it could be volunteering at a hospice in india, it could be going back to her piggery in uganda, or mixing drinks on santa monica with a line going around the block.

ive never met one person who doesnt totally fall for her upon meeting her, and i cant wait to see what miracle she creates next.

today i will taker to an expensive lunch, and after the laker game i will pour her some delicious wine and attempt to investigate her heart close up. but i promise you, just being in the room with her fills me with such satisfaction its magical.

lil tip: if you wanna get chris on the dancefloor have the dj spin “it takes two”, “push it”, or anything by Nelly.

i love her.

showed up in the biggest way last night in boston

and then he showed the biggest heart.

its nice to see some emotion from millionaires in pro sports

helps me believe in what we used to believe in

grown men crying over sports, take two

WHOOOOO HOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

today you woulda been 95.

its a pity the only image AP found of Pete Townshend for the package on Les’s death last year

was of the Who guitarist playing a Strat.

better luck next time.

i was young. too young to know better. she drove a motor cycle

and wore a trench coat. had shorter hair than me

and had kissed more girls.

she was a tad older than me and im telling you, when the light hit her wrong she looked mannish.

to me at least. a boy from illinois.

one night ontop of mulholland i opened up her trench coat and

rainbows and unicorns and all the doors of perception flew out at me.

femininity times femininity.

but when the light hit her wrong.

rode home that night on the back of her harley.

we watched music videos on tv, something they used to televise.

she excused herself and came out wearing a football helmet, no shirt, and a leather skirt.

i spilled my grape soda, something they used to sell in stores

and turned off that damn light.