Comedy of Bummers

Yo, what better time to break in a blog, distraction being the most potent drug, then after a traumatic week? Root canals and shady run-ins with your exes be damned, I'm starting this piece up to share what's going on in my life, in order to let you all know what's really good. So please look forward to songs, pictures, and references to what I'm reading, watching/looking at, eating, or doing.

MUSIC:
So, I ran across an amaaaaaazing mix cd by some dude who goes by DJ Food Stamp. I don't know much about him other than his jump off, ATLiens Resurrection, is the absolute shit. Basically, he just blends choice nineties hip hop jams with some of ATLiens and Resurrection finest tracks. What could be better? Anyway here are a couple of my favorites

"luchini (babylon)"

Camp Lo's anthem from Uptown Saturday Night, "Luchini AKA this is it" blended with Organized Noize's "Babylon" and a little of No I.D.'s "Some Shit I Wrote".

"tried by 12 (orange pineapple juice)"

Probably East Flatbush Projects most sampled and remixed production, "Tried by 12" staring some emcee who went by DeS (who never, from what i can tell, did anything else) blended with No I.D.'s "Orange Pineapple Juice".

FOOD and WORDS:

Yo, so it took my 28 years of my culinary life to come to this conclusion: oatmeal is the shit.




That right there, courtesy of Adam Morgan's Diner, is my breakfast of choice- Oatmeal with brown sugar and raisins mixed in, sliced banana on the side, and black coffee and water to wash it all down. This meal gets it done. It runs the gambit on flavor, from sweet to bitter, consistency, from gooey to crunchy, and temperature, from cold to boiling hot. Oatmeal, a nutrient rich alternative to poisonous egg farts.

Anyway, when I'm not enjoying breakfast with a friend (which is about 90% of the time -I work weekends, what do you want from me?), I'm always sure to bring along some reading material to enrich the mind, while enriching the body. This particular breakfast I feasted on the words of Peter Green-

The Great Marathon Man

Green reviews a much needed new book of commentary on Herodotus' Histories and a not so fresh or insightful translation of the aforementioned magnum opus, all the while fanning the flames of the Herodotean and Thucydidean historiography rivalry. Where my University of Chicago nerds at?