109. "Self-improvement is masterbation" Tyler Durden

108. Soap

1st Rule:
You don't talk about Fight Club.

2nd Rule:
You don't talk about Fight Club.

3rd Rule:
When someone says stop, or goes limp, even if he's just faking it, the fight is over.

4th Rule:
Only two guys to a fight.

5th Rule:
One fight at a time.

6th Rule:
They fight without shirts or shoes.

7th Rule:
The fights go on as long as they have to.

8th Rule:
If this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight.

107. "Maybe self-destruction is the answer" Tyler Durden

106. "It's only after we've lost everything that we are free to do anything" Tyler Durden

105. Ovos Moles de Aveiro

Today is absolutly not my best day of the year... but Catarina is right here introducing me to a new portuguese sweet. And also to exchange some ironic jockes... (ok, I won't be a lyer - she’s just listening to the ironic jokes I make of her)
Today she brought me “Ovos Moles de Aveiro”. After sharing Daifuku, Pão de Ló and Sakura Mochi. Maybe next time I should introduce to her my grandma’s Mary Jane sponge cake... I can’t stop thinking which sweet to share next time...
“Ovos Moles” are heavy weight sweet, taste like “Tocino de Cielo” (sweet made with egg yolk and suggar). I like it.
Thanks for sharing and for staying here today Cata! Give me a few days so I can figure out with which sweet can I surprise you...

104. 'Agent Orange' PHAROAHE MONCH del 12" 'Agent Orange' (2003)

Please lord forgive me for my sins
My life is all I have to give
Please lord forgive me for my sins
My life is all I have to give
Damn you that lost the will to live

Pissed on the motherfucking White House lawn
I threw a rock, then I ran
Cause I couldn't stand anymore within the grip of the man
Y'all wanna ask me who's sane
These biological gasses are eating my brain
Its a political grab bag to rape mother earth
Thirty seconds after they bagged dad for what he's worth
Thousands will die now so millions can smile later
This ain't the "Rockford Files" nigga
They stockpile data for satellites
Where you discuss who's style is greater
In this killing pool you playing it cool like Kyle Jada
When ya'll ready to rock like Led Zep and Al Qaeda
With weapons of mass destruction an hour later
What's your identidy today?
You on some John F. Kennedy or Timothy McVeigh?
This Henessy done left me with a remedy to spray
For my identity your life is the penalty to pay
Motherfucker

[Monch] {Crowd}
[Y'all ready to rock?]
{We ready to rock}
[Y'all ready to roll?]
{We ready to roll}

My life is all I have to give
Please lord forgive me for my sins
My life is all I have to give
Damn you that lost the will to live
Trapped in the game
Just tryin to win (3x)

Its not a Vietnam song
I know women from desert storm who came back deformed
Missin limbs and disease and they legs is numb
Chemicals twice as strong as agent orange
Its messages in the bass drum
War goin off in your mind
No man is safe from
Its not a Game Boy about the PlayStation
Its "Resident Evil" when every President's a mason
Robbin y'all fools like ?
And y'all inherited roots and don't know how to retrace them
Place them back
Face them facts
Disgraceful, faceless, tasteless acts
Pharoahe takes teh authorities to court
Peep crime before it happens like +Minority Report+
And I will never be mentally defenseless
Cats be on the block, in the hood in the trenches sayin

[Monch] {Crowd}
[Y'all ready to rock?]
{We ready to rock}
[Y'all ready to roll?]
{We ready to roll}

My life is all I have to give
Please lord forgive me for my sins
My life is all I have to give

[Monch] {Crowd}
[Y'all ready to rock?]
{We ready to rock}
[Y'all ready to roll?]
{We ready to roll}

Damn you that lost the will to live
Trapped in the game just tryin to win

[Monch] {Crowd}
[Y'all ready to rock?]
{We ready to rock}
[Y'all ready to roll?]
{We ready to roll}

[Monch] (2x)
Lock! Load! Into position
Rock! Roll! Its primitive coondition

Lock! Load!
Rock! Roll!
Into position

[Crowd] (2x)
We ready to rock
We ready to roll

103. Me 2

James Yancey aka Jay Dee / J Dilla (1974-2006).

102. Escalofrío en mi bullate

101. Villain series #2

100. 1 Comment

099. 1UP

098. 'Nightfall' TASH del lp 'Rap Life' (1999)

Ya know we peepin' y'all
Slow-motion-style
Pacific Ocean-style (Wh-what?)

I'm in a rowdy-ass club
There's hella-bitches all around me
This girl walks up
She says she's glad that she found me
I told her she was trippin' 'cause the girl ain't even know me
Then she told me
She want to introduce me to her homies
I said "Well, baby girl, go get your kemo sabes"
"I'll get my Liquid niggas"
"We'll meet you in the lobby"
She walked wit' a smile I ain't seened in a while
So we mobbed through the crowd--
Killer-Cal-style
Walkin' wit' a limp, 'cause see, we pimp to perfection
For us to catch a date don't take the Love Connection
Fuck Chuck Woolery
You want a date for surely
All it take is fine jewelry
A wink and a drink and what the fuck you think?
I mack a baby doll down, she in a long black mink
We straight standin' in the lobby straight face-to-face
Then she said "Cut the chase"
"Let's bounce to my place"

(chorus x2)
'Cause ladies
We wait for nightfall
You thinkin' that we sleepin' but we peepin' all o' y'all
Even all o' y'all up against the wall
But slow down, baby doll
You can't walk before you crawl

Still close to gettin' toasted by the B-A-R
About to bounce wit' these bitches 'cause they don't live far
Niggas all up in my grill, lookin' hella-bizarre
I poured my drink on the ground for my dead homey Par (Rest in peace)
Grabbed my car keys
My doctah function
Burnt a little rubber
Made my outroduction
Pumpkin' and her friends pushed the two-door Benz
I pushed the E420 so we looked like twins
Swervin' through the night
Everything is right
Swift rolled a blunt, but he can't find a light
Just when we 'bout to blaze it up and get high
I peeped the one-time out the corner of my eye

(chorus)
'Cause one-time
They wait for nightfall
We thinkin' that they sleepin'
But they peepin' all o' y'all
Even all o' y'all up against the wall
But slow down, killer-cops
You can't walk before you crawl
One-time
They wait for nightfall
We thinkin' that they sleepin' but they peepin' all o' y'all
Wanna throw a nigga up against the wall
But slow down, killer-cop
You can't walk before you crawl

I rolled past the cops
I'm on my cell phone blown
Doin' 60 miles-a-hour in a 35 zone
Just when I thought it was about to be on
The girl pulled into the gate of a million-dollar home
Fly landscape and cavi' decorations
The living room was bigger than the Club United Nations
Place was to the point I kicked my shoes off the secko
30 percenters
When I talked it made a echo
Rolled up the fat perfecto
They wanna skinny dip but I ain't wanna get wet though
“So... Let's go”
That's what she told Tash
She led me to her room, lookin' like Stacey Dash
Baby got it pumpin'
Can't help but to feel it
Then she told me that she married to a killer drug dealer
Should I:
A: Stay or: B) Bounce immediately

(chorus x2)
'Cause haters
They wait for nightfall
We thinkin' that they sleepin' but they peepin' all o' y'all
Even all o' y'all up against the wall
But slow down, baby pa'
You can't walk before you crawl

Can't do it
Ya can't do it
Ya can't walk before ya crawl
That's right y'all
Slow-motion-style
Killer-Cali on the mic
Catastrophe fuckin' it up all the way from the Bermuda Triangle
Hottest shit on the streets
1998, '99, 2000
Raise yo' glass
Raise yo' glass to Tash
Raise yo' glass
And make a toast to Tash
Now
Straigt up
Not tonight
Not tonight
We got Tash on the mic
Not tonight

097. I don't Like Ur Steelo (either)

"LRG Surplus Collection. Made from the most rugged raw material know to mother nature. L-R-G says "travel more because traveling fuels inspiration". Roots people know where they come from."

Bueno, bastante harto de que me toquen los cojones y avisando de que no me voy a bajar del burro, digo: camiseta bukkake o "Ichi Ban", bermudas militares o pantalón largo, bambas Pony o Adidas, barba y pelo corto o al revés... ¿a vosotros que coño os importa hijos de puta?
Sólo quería decirle al Mundo que estoy hasta los huevos de oír comentarios de horteras y gilipollas que encima no hablan claro...

Fuck Y'all !

096. Quality Control #2

Hoy voy a intentar hablar un poco de ese diseñador que todos llevamos dentro: tu jefe, tu prima, tu padre, tu mejor amigo, el de la frutería de debajo de tu casa, la vecina de enfrente... Pero a la vez intentaré no hablar de los Departamentos de Marketing (estos son los que más saben de diseño y prefiero dedicarles otro día un comentario especial para ellos).

Hoy: Copisterías.
En el barrio hay más de una copistería. Me empezó a salir barba haciendo cursillos de dibujo impartidos por el propietario de una de ellas. Era la época de la venta de fotocopias de Dragon Ball. Y entre callejones apareció una copistería que la llevaban cuatro personas jóvenes que sabían de informática y diseño. Al poco tiempo la cosa creció como era evidente. Han hecho cartelería para los negocios del barrio, publicidad, logotipos, papelería,.. Te podrá gustar o no los trabajos que hacen (como los trabajos de cualquier otra persona) pero detrás de ellos es fácil ver una calidad.
Ahora tienen tanto trabajo que ir a hacer una fotocopia es una misión imposible.

No hace tanto apareció otra copistería. Desde mi punto de vista el caso totalmente opuesto. Cuatro libros de cliparts (o incluso los que incluye el Word de Microsoft Office), dos herramientas de Photoshop para recortar personas y ponerlas en otras fotos... y venga! a engañar a la gente que son dos días...
El problema no es ese del todo... lo curioso es cuando le llevas algo que la mejor imprenta agradece recibir por estar bien y ellos no son capaces de hacer una impresión a dos caras o el ordenador se les cuelga porque el documento pesa 30 Megas. Por si no fuera suficiente no saber hacer bien su trabajo (hacer fotocopias y punto), cuestionan el tuyo e intentan corregirlo borrando cosas o añadiendo (por suerte descubrí el pdf con contraseña y desde aquí lo recomiendo a todo el mundo...).

En definitiva: un mensaje de apoyo a las copisterías e imprentas que saben de que hablan (que hay muchas y muy buenas) y de las que he aprendido gran parte de lo que sé. Y un empujón a las copisterías que con cuatro cedés de imágenes prediseñadas engañan a la gente, a ver si con un poco de suerte nos las podemos quitar de encima o podemos limitar su trabajo a la impresión.

095. I'm Workin' #7

El Departamento de Exportación está en expansión! Alguien ha puesto el ojo en Korea...
Y aquí estamos maquetando libros de instrucciones de mala manera, sin saber donde empieza y acaba una palabra y poder hacer un salto de línea... importando texto trazado de Illustrator a Freehand, ajustándolo, moviéndolo ...
Divertido, divertido, oye...
Pero bueno, se hará la mejor que se pueda y seguro que al final no queda mal... aunque uno no sepa con lo que está trabajando...

094. One 4 Dilla

James Yancey aka Jay Dee / J Dilla (1974-2006).