Monday, July 16, 2007

132. Shunga


El shunga se vendía con más facilidad y a un precio más alto que el resto de obras de ukiyo-e.
¿Alguien se sigue preguntando por qué la industria del porno "no se queja" de la piratería?.

Esta pareja perfecta, se atribuye a Katsushika Hokusai ¿quien? el de "La Gran Ola".

131. Sigue dando guerra


Cuatro años después y con una operación delicada de batería mi iPod de tercera generación sigue dando guerra como el primer día (con alguna cicatriz por los años).
Desde los blogs dedicados a Apple se puede leer el rumor de que se cuecen nuevos modelos (¿la quinta generación?, no sé, he perdido la cuenta), ayer para enero, hoy para agosto. Modelos con OS X, pantalla táctil...
Hum, hum, se me hace la boca agua... que le voy a hacer si me gustan los gadgets, lo que Jonathan Ive diseña para los de la manzana y no puedo vivir sin música...

De todos modos, aunque compré un iPod nano de primera generación (mucho más guapo que la segunda generación) de color negro (traicionando al blanco!), en mi bolsillo siempre anda esta "Super Nintendo" de los iPods (supongo que la primera generación es la Atari 2600 y la segunda la Nintendo 8bits), dándole y dándole a mis grandes orejas...

40 Gigas aún por llenar, ayer el "Desire" de Pharoahe Monch, hoy el "Classic.Ghetto.Soul" de Mojoe que un buen chaval de Taipei me ha pasado vía Soulseek (una pena que no estuviera en la iTunes Store, porque estaba decidido a comprarlo... ahora lo compraré pero cuando vea el vinilo...).

Y no es porque sea el mío, pero los botones separados de la track whell me gusta mucho más que en las versiones posteriores...
Bueno, veamos en que ha trabajado el bueno de Jonathan este largo tiempo y puede que mi iPod de tercera generación se eche un amiguete modernillo.

130. 'Everyday Struggle' THE NOTORIOUS B.I.G. del lp 'Ready to Die' (1994)


Chorus:
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle;
another day, another struggle

I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like youse the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, ssshit
I remember I was just like you
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
for chumps tryin to stop my flow
And what they don't know will show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment and he wasn't tryin to hear it
Smoking mad Newports cause I'm due in court
for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You better have your gat in hand, cause man

Chorus

I had the master plan
I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland
with my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects
They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
And when he start to bust he like to ask, "Who's next?"
I got my honey on the Amtrak
with the crack in the crack of her ass
Two pounds of hash in the stash
I wait for hon to make some quick cash
I told her she could be Lieutenant, bitch got gassed
At last, I'm literally loungin black
Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks
Had to re-up; see what's up with my peeps
Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps
See who got smoked, what rumors was spread
Last I heard I was dead with six to the head
Then I got the phone call, it couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of
by some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners
And my bitch swear to God she won't snitch
I told her when she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich
Conspiracy, she'll be home in three
Until then I looks out for the whole family
A true G, that's me, blowing like a bubble;
in the everyday struggle

Chorus

I'm seeing body after body and our mayor Guiliani
ain't tryin to see no black man turn to John Gotti
My daughter use a potty so she's older now
Educated street knowledge I'ma mold 'er now
Trick a little dough buyin young girls fringes
Dealin with the dope fiend binges, seein syringes
in the veins; hard to explain, how I maintain
The crack smoke make my brain feel so strange
Breakin days on the set, no sweat
Drunk off Moet, can't bag yet because it's still wet
But when that dry, baggin five at a time
I can clock about nine on the check cashin line
I had the first and the third; rehearse that's my word
Thick in the game, D's knew my first name
Should I quit? Shit no! Even though they had me scared
Yo they got a eight, I gotta teck with air holes..
..and that's just how the shit go in the struggle motherfucker

[Puff] Hah.. c'mon.. what you say?

Chorus 2X