“Frailty, thy name is woman,” etc.
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Cold Rain — Talib Kweli
Off his upcoming LP, Gutter Rainbows (out January 25th via Talibra Records), which he says was inspired by J.D. Salinger.
“I have worn and loved the UGG brand for a long time,” said Brady, 33, who is married to supermodel Gisele Bundchen — also a fan of the comfy, shearling boots.
Lady Daydream — Twin Sister
Everyone who loves pro basketball assumes it’s a little fixed. We all think the annual draft lottery is probably rigged, we all accept that the league aggressively wants big market teams to advance deep into the playoffs, and we all concede that certain marquee players are going to get preferential treatment for no valid reason. The outcomes of games aren’t predeteremined or scripted but there are definitely dark forces who play with our reality. There are faceless puppet masters who pull strings and manipulate the purity of justice. It’s not necessarily a full-on conspiracy, but it’s certainly not fair. And that’s why the NBA remains the only game that matters: Pro basketball is exactly like life.
I’ll eventually be back to blogging on tha reg, but for the time being, sorry to disappoint. If boredom so inclines you to click on any of the above links, may I recommend Count Drizzle, as it contains a veritable euphony of magnificence.
Runaway (ft. Pusha T) — Kanye West
“In the same way that everything in Kanye’s world and work seems to collapse, crushingly, on the vast significance of Kanye—witness how he answers questions about bum-rushing Taylor Swift with the grave portentousness generally associated with clergy—Owens seems fundamentally incapable of understanding a world beyond Terrell Owens.”
Here, internet, is the very first highlight I produced.
Original title “<3333 Jordan #23.”