grey days.

it's getting cold outside. van is super foggy half the time, sunny in the most unexpected moments, and chilly always.

things are getting down to the wire, work-wise. lots of stuff happening. lots of stuff not happening. please vibe the universe for me and help me get the ball rolling. x

so fuck it, it's fall.

it's like, we tried, but summer only really happened for like, 3 and a half weeks.

whatevs. couple big trips back east planned over the next couple of months. should be rad. can't wait to see the friends and fam i never get to see, being all addicted to the west (i.e. best) coast as i am. also, i am going to shop the shit out of myself (in a very strategic way, just you wait).

totally going to make @culverpants give me this two-tone black mani within the next couple of weeks. too dope.

crips & bloods: made in america.

phil and i sat down and watched this documentary last friday. i mean, i know that racism is institutionalized in america and canada, but lord, i wasn't prepared to see what i saw and learn even more about the true history of the degredation of black culture on this continent.

do yourself a favour and educate yourself - watch this film, and understand how much further we have left to go. we need to understand our communities before we can know how to properly raise them up and fight the powers that be.

RIP nate dogg.

one love DPGC dogg pound gangsta 4 life.

step. clap. go.

Step, Clap, Go! from Opening Ceremony on Vimeo.

basically, exactly what yaya and i dreamed of doing from ages 6 to present.

can't wait for easter.

and we die and we live and we're born again.

turn me inside out.

these kiddies did this song justice.

rainy day musings.

things that make me think less about the rain, and more about junk that makes me smile.

el tigeraso.

super stoked. emmerz and i are going to see this bad-ass mamacita at fortune this weekend.

gonna twurk it.

think it's time i bring it back.

little bit of rhythm nation happening up in dis.

peep this: hot 'n fun.

okay, i know that i've been posting heaps of videos lately, but i am STOKED on this one.

firstly - n.e.r.d. um, i absolutely love these cats, and have been waiting in anticipation of their bomb tune for quite a while.

secondly, nelly is repping hard for west coast canada, so i gots to give love where it's due.

thirdly, any technicolour homage to first nations tribes is completely keeping in line with everything i find fabulous and wonderful. it's like a buffy sainte-marie/george clinton and the parliament funkadelic tribute set to a mellow booty house beat.

can't. bloody. miss.

xo.

peep this: diddy and snoop on the lakers.

NOT boston fans. and what's snoop hiding up in there, hmmm? xo.

23 waist, pretty face - thick thighs.

seriously. ciara effing rules. girl can MOVE.

makes me want to get LOW.

spread.

obvs, gracie kills amber in this head to head. she's too much to compete with, for reals. every other version could only be a tribute - never comparable. real talk.

and just for shits, middlin' homeboy wiz khalifa implores us to, 'burn after rolling'. my interest is officially piqued.

phillip's pick: black dynamite.

i've said it once, and i'll say it again: once you go black..

rap time.

um.. not for the faint of heart.

top that!

so this is the original rap battle from 'teen witch'. epic. seriously. but, what do you think about the remake? please note: maeby from 'arrested development' features prominently. radness??

phillip's pick: what's up rockers??!

new feature in our blogosphere, homies. phillip will be submitting a pick, weekly, from here on in.

this week's feature: rockers!

sick sick sick jamaican movie from the 70's - check the intro. and then hit up your local indie video store to rent it, because this shit is not available at blockbuster. spoiler: it's like robin hood, but for stoners.

xo

when i take a lickle ease.

raid de barn!

listed: good hair.

black women! check your head (and/or weave) and go see this. white women - this is the shit we put ourselves through.

this girl is so me at age eight, it's uncanny.

thanks, phil xo.

you are not alone.

my heart hurts. really don't have the words. r.i.p. michael.