I like that grunge of a voice that almost screams a certain bar at you for emphasis. Not scream necessarily, but puts some grizzliness into a line. Melo does that when he sings “at the speeeed of liiight” and “collecting residuals”. Reaches through the scream and grabs ya.
soft spot for rappers that sing their own choruses.
Anyone who doesn’t believe in Karma is a jackass. Obviously it’s real. Doing good things inevitably brings about good things in your life. I don’t think it’s because of some higher being, but because it instills confidence in you from yourself and others. Derrick Rose has, despite all the bad shit that’s happened to him, been building this up for years. Quietly, he’s been giving back to Chicagoland, funding after school programs and all sorts of stuff. In turn, Chicago’s been great to him. He’s still one of the most beloved athletes in the past 2 decades in the city. It’s like him, Urlacher, Konerko, Rizzo and Kris Bryant.
Now he’s taking it a step further and giving back around the globe, whether it’s through the scholarship program or surprising Chinese fans. We all like to be liked. And not to get all sappy, but we usually don’t get to see how much people like and care about us. When we do though, it can change your mood for the next year. This must be true in pro sports too. Going from being a walking god during his days in Chicago, to being a chronically injured bench player in Minnesota takes a toll on a guy.
But then you go to a faraway land, and see people freak the fuck out over seeing you, it’ll change how you think about yourself. You start to realize the global impact you’ve had, and remember how great you once were. From that, you start to believe in yourself again. For D Rose, that means getting back to just hooping. Forget about the injuries and all that. All this good karma he’s built up is finally going to pay off, and you’ll notice it when you see a confident and rejuvenated D Rose this year.
This sounds like it should be on the sidetrack of an indie movie about off-the-beat high schoolers who listen to old school rap and wear JNCOs. When they fall in love and kiss at the end of the movie this is going in the background. Dear Hollywood please hire me.
A little reggae vibe. A little brunch vibe. A little club vibe.
Sauce: Stone tools found in the Philippines predate the arrival of modern humans to the islands by roughly 600,000 years—but researchers aren’t sure who made them. But the age of the remains makes them especially remarkable: The carved bones are most likely between 631,000 and 777,000 years old, with researchers’ best estimate coming in around 709,000 years old. The research—partially funded by the National Geographic Society—pushes back occupation of the Philippines to before the known origin of our species, Homo sapiens. The next-earliest evidence of Philippine hominins comes from Luzon’s Callao Cave, in the form of a 67,000-year-old foot bone.
Look it’s just impossible to know where these tools came from. Scientists are baffled that our meager human minds can’t come up with a reason for why something inconceivable has happened.
I imagine scientist nerds at big chalk boards like in cartoons, writing down equations for everything. They keep trying to figure it all out. The heads of Easter island. The Pyramids. The 700,000 year old tools. And none of their equations work! Not one of them! Little do they know about this nutty little variable. No, it’s not the imaginary number i (humble brag, I took college algebra).
Plug in a for alien, and they all even out. You can shift the numbers to either side, hit it with a derivative or whatever other shit you want, and it equals out. Just admit it fellas, you’ve got nothing. Quit the charade. I know, it’s keeping you in business. We all learned from Fairly Oddparents that if you make a pencil that never loses its sharp, Timmy Turner’s dad is going to lose his job. So you’ve got to keep the lights on.
When President Trump got elected, I figured two things would occur. First off, we’d get some hot confidential info about one of the Presidents. Whether it be who killed JFK, other places and things Bill Clinton entered himself into, or just how Taft got stuck in that tub. Next, we were definitely going to hear about the aliens. There’s still time left. So I ask Sean Hannity, Stephen Miller, and the fine folks of Fox and Friends: start talking about aliens. Day and night, wall to wall, give us alien coverage. Push the President’s hand and you’ll win the next election 538-0.