Peter: You better watch who you're calling a child Lois. Because if I'm a child, do you know what that makes you? A pedophile. And I'll be damned if I'm gonna stand here and be lectured by a pervert.
Repa tiene tiene un blog, que tiene un post, que tiene cosas copadas para leer. O mejor dicho es un post copado, si lo querés leer.Tal como decían las palabras de Asbellini, el verdadero amor siempre es merza. Y qué mejor entonces que ponerlo en práctica. Hoy hice una gran merzada, pero me amparo en que fue producto del amor. El amor a primera vista, o a segunda al menos. Hace casi dos meses, cuando dejé de laburar aproveché para hacer todas las cosas que tenía pendientes, como ir a médicos varios, trámites no imprescindibles pero aquellos que para obsesivos como yo siempre es necesario tener al día, compra de indumentaria, ida al cine y teatro y corte de pelo. (que rara que queda la palabra pelo escrita)
Para mi cortarme el pelo siempre fue un tema. Es como que nunca llegué a encontrar un "sistema" que funcione lo suficiente para hacerlo habitual. Paso a explicar: Sin contar las peluquerías de niño en dónde te regalan caramelos y vasos de coca (en la que yo lloraba por que decía que el peluquero viejo me tiraba del pelo y me dolía!) a partir de los 11 o 12 años cuando uno empieza a ir por su cuenta y no lo lleva más la madre, empecé a ir a uno que queda en una galería cerca de casa, en echeverría y zapiola.
El tipo se llamaba, o se llama, Rubén. Y como no podía ser de otra manera la peluquería se llamaba, o se llama, Rubén. Peluquería de barrio a full, obviamente solo de hombres, con piso de baldosas y esos sillones de peluquería antigua. Peluquería en la que el peluquero te habla de fútbol y vos asentís. Por ahí el tipo también quería hablar de otra cosa, pero supongo que el vería a un pendejo y pensaría que solo se podía hablar de goycochea y sus penales, o enzo franchescoli, a esas épocas me refiero. La cosa es que por inercia o comodidad seguí yendo a "Rubén" durante mucho tiempo más. Después me fui enterando, no por que el me lo haya contado sino por que mi hermano que también iba ahí me contaba, que el tipo tenía una historia tristísima, se le había muerto la hija y la mujer estaba enferma de cáncer creo. Terrible.
En una de las tantas acciones premeditadas y cuyo significante iba mucho más allá de su superficialidad, al hacerme puto, como simpáticamente me refiero a aquella transición en la que encontré no sin esfuerzo mi identidad sexual, decidí que debía urgentemente cambiar de peluquería. Las "otras" siempre me habían dado terror. Pero terror genuino, toda peluquería que tuviera más de un sillón y minas atendiéndose para mi eran para mina. O para putos. Era una relación tan directa y tan fácilmente realizable que no podía siquiera pasar por el frente de uno de esos "salones" sin sentirme intimidado.
Pero los tiempos extraordinarios demandaban acciones extraordinarias, así que un buen día me aventuré a entrar a uno, no sin cierto pudor mi primera pregunta fue: ¿Cortan a hombres? y la minita superfashionsupertonta "si pasá por acá, necesitás lavarte?, que se yo nunca se me había ocurrido, dije que no, no vaya a ser que pensaran que no mantenía mi higiene personal al día. Y así poco a poco me fui interiorizando de todo ese submundo, que había que pedir turno!! que te sacudían con una cuenta enorme por cada pelotudez que te hicieran etc etc. Pero para mi era todo una conquista por que me sentía el puto yendo al salón de belleza, para mi el hecho de darle bola a mi aspecto estético, algo que siempre me había estado vedado por las leyes de la heterosexualidad, ahora podía ser explotado hasta el empacho.
Me duró poco. Me cansé de los pseudo fashion, más bien grasas y careros y seguí buscando qué hacer con mi cabellera, que con el tiempo cada vez resulta más escasa. Como el mundo exterior no tenía una respuesta, tuve una etapa de recogimiento y la famosa maquinita estuvo a la orden del día. Un placer, me pelaba todo y me sentía muy bien. Obvio que atrás me dejaba una colita "por que no llegaba" con el juego de doble espejo.
Hasta hace 1 mes y algo que en una tarde fría que salí a caminar por el barrio, encontré un local que decía "Peluquería arte y diseño" o algo así. Una especie de roho pero de barrio. Entonces entré, era justo lo que necesitaba un buen corte de pelo para levantar el autoestima. Hoy fui por segunda vez. Creo que nunca me había cortado el pelo 2 veces en tan poco tiempo. Hay una razón y es que el "estilista" me volvió absolutamente loco. El flaco es un pibe con toda la onda con quien nos la pasamos hablando de música. Le gusta Árbol, es de Mendoza. Yo totalmente entregado entro y le digo, hacé lo que vos quieras, confío en vos plenamente.
El flaco me hace un buen corte, el flaco se llama Facundo, el flaco tiene un arito en el labio que es lo más, el flaco no es una loca, me dice que tiene novia. Cada vez que me toca me encanta y cada vez que me mira me derrito un poco. Quiero que este corte sea eterno, hablamos de todo, la paso bien. Me dice que se va a ir, que está buscando otra cosa. Me pongo mal, pienso que no se nada de él, que mi plan de venir a cortarme el pelo cada dos semanas no va a funcionar por que va a haber desaparecido y no se donde encontrarlo!!.
Entonces resulta que el flaco también está aprendiendo guitarra, entonces le ofrezco pasarle unos temas, le cuento que estoy tocando "mi carmelo" de bersuit, al flaco le encanta, a mi me encanta. Le digo que es jodida, pero que "Un pacto" es más fácil. Me muestra el corte con dos espejos, le digo que me quedó bárbaro, me dice que me dejó más largo en no se que partes para que tengas más onda, me lo como, le agradezco, me levanto y saco la billetera, me dice que me vuelva a sentar que me va a secar el pelo por que hace frío afuera, yo digo que no importa, él insiste tímidamente y yo recuerdo como me derretí la última vez que me lavó el pelo, y me entrego al deseo íntegramente. Me seca el pelo, se unta las manos con algún aceite y me lo pasa por el pelo, me queda re bien.
Ahora sí, me levanto, le pago, le doy una propina normal, aunque le daría mucho más y le sonrío, y ya me estoy yendo y recapacito. El pibe me dijo que quería irse a Chile o a Paraná y no tenía por qué hacerlo. Sí pegamos buena onda hablamos de Marley y de armar una banda de reggae pero no tenía por que advertirme que por ahí desaparecía, entonces urgente debo buscar la manera de quedar conectado con él, no quiero llorar cuando la próxima vez me atienda el gordo que está por ahí y deba comentar casi al pasar distraidamente dónde anda el pibe ese que atendía antes, no.
Entonces se me ocurre, "che si querés te paso unos temas, no tenés un mail?" el gordo que creo que es el dueño ahora escucha y siento en el aire una leve tensión. Será que al gordo también le gusta su empleado? o es más que su empleado? será su mancebo?. Sí debe ser el dueño por que durante todo este tiempo estuvo discutiendo con un proveedor. No importa el pibe es tan copado que ya salió corriendo a buscar un papelito para anotarme el mail. Tarda más que lo normal, y me siento un poco incómodo. Son esas cosas que si las pensás demasiado suenan raras, por ahí el flaco se dio cuenta de que me gusta y se arrepintió y ahora vuelve con cualquier excusa pedorra, que no le anda el mail o que se yo. Mientras siento que el gordo me mira, yo no lo miro pero siento que el gordo me mira, siento que el gordo, que tendrá tipo 40, se dio cuenta de todo, entendió todo a la perfección y no solo hoy sino la primera vez también.
La primera vez que me cortó Facundo yo había estado más duro por que el gordo había estado todo el tiempo mirando, hoy yo estuve más suelto y charlamos mucho mejor. El gordo tendrá miedo que me lo lleve a su empleado/mancebo, el pibe es muy lindo, yo me lo llevaría a una agencia de modelos y se llena de plata, no sé lo que sea, el gordo sabe que tiene un diamante en bruto y por ahí no sabe que el pibe se le quiere ir. Por eso el pibe me lo comentó cuando el gordo discutía con el proveedor de los shampoos. Vuelve y me da un papelito cortado a mano que yo hago que ni lo miro y lo guardo, como si fuera algo casual, y yo a su vez le doy una copia de "un pacto" con los acordes, que lo tengo en mi carpeta. EL pibe me agradece y me dice que le pase páginas de donde bajarse temas. Yo me derrito más todavía, lo saludos con un beso y me voy.
Salgo y busco desesperadamente el papelito, "Facundo (peluquería)" y su mail, que amor como si me fuera a olvidar de donde lo conozco, y el mail me mata, algo con la soledad, me encanta. Camino las tres cuadras hasta mi casa y pienso que de repente entiendo cabalmente lo que significa cuando alguien dice que se iría a cualquier lado siempre que esté con la persona que ama. De repente lo entiendo, perfectamente, yo me iría mañana a Chile o Paraná siempre que pueda estar con él, no me faltaría nada.
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Even the sun goes down heroes eventually die
Horoscopes often lie and sometimes, why?
Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain, nothing lasts forever
But until they close the curtain, it's him and I, Aquemini.
Stoned is the way of the Walk,
Verse 1 ( B-real)
Well, it's the Alley Cat puffin' on a hootie rat,
Some think I'm a criminal,
But, yo I ain't all of that,
Hit'cha with the baseball bat,
An' ya wanna ill though,
Wanna mess around ,
You get f**ked on the hill bro,
Kick it like a steel toe, real slow,
Hits from the bong ,
Make me feel like Cheech,
And I'm kickin' it wit' Chong,
Just like Cheech & Chong frontin' with 'Ice Cream',
Cypress Hill is here to give you a nice dream,
Speak it like a rolla', and you know it's rolled tightly,
I'm like the funky beat, so, why ya tryin' ta fight me,
Pigs often site me, that's not polite G,
And any hour of the day ya know I might be,
Harassed by a pig real fast,
They wanna Rodney King me,
Always tryin'a crown my ass,
Ain't got no class(Sen Dog: No Class)
I hit they' ass like the buddah thats stinkey,
They wanna' scruff but, they' just so rinky-dinky,
I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk,
Sen gotts the Philly, an' he's gonna light the blunt,
Sippin' curfew makes me go koo-koo,
somthin' like loco then turn in to this loocoo,
Binggin the beta,yea, now the funk is risen,
Got the beta bass and the nasal highzen,
As I kick atrip, it comin' straight from my siness,
Crazy nasal vocals, cannot make the hotties loco,
I rimemba sista Maggie, breast were kinda saggy,
Used to sell me buddah outta f**ked up little,
Honeyd up a twenty even when I had no money,
She said 'Pay me back with some latin dick Sonnie'
Well I neva' went out, and I don' thnk I'm gonna,
Just for some buddah, she wanted me ta bone her,
Deminin', Ya think ya meanin',
I got somethin' for the hoes ta be skeamin' on,
I'm the Buddah-Real take a trip ta hoota'ville,
I'll throw ya out the door, of my big blue Siville,
Then light another joint,
This ain't no exploition (poin't),
Cause we are the ones stonein' in the ways of the mastas,
Stoned is the walk,
Stoned is the walk,
Stoned is the walk,
Stoned is the walk,
(Sen- Dog)
Hit they, hit they ass,
(B-Real)
make the buddah get stinkey
Wooooo, Woooo
(Alas, Cap'in there's a ship in sight,
Huhu, Blast 'em!)
Stonend is the walk
De repente no te asustes,
que mi boca está sellada.
Muy callada me mantengo,
y tu secreto está contento.
Hablando se entiende la gente,
pero hablando de cosas jocosas.
Contando feos enredos,
acabo cruzando los dedos.
PaTo, bienvenido al club
de los que sabemos todo
sobre mi.
(y dejémoslo ahí)-
Pues aquí ya estoy yo,
para vomitar todo lo que sé.
No hace falta que me des,
más razones de sentir
que mi vida es un suplir.
Como habrán seguramente notado, esto no puede ser real. De hecho no lo es, fíjense:Tsunami FishAn email has been going around showing photos of bizarre, supposedly never-before-seen deep-sea creatures that have been washing up on beaches because of the tsunami. Photos of the creatures can be seen on this Russian website. It's obviously a hoax since these photos have been floating around the internet for ages. One of them has even appeared on my site before. But the Practical Fishkeeping site has done everyone a service by identifying what all these sea creatures actually are.
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hello sandra,
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hello AndresLe adjuntó las fotos que ven, pero con nombre de archivo "Susan 1" y "Susan 2". Raroooooo.
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Shares of Google finished above $300 for the first time on Monday, while two separate Supreme Court decisions put pressure on some other technology shares.
Google jumped $6.85, or 2.3%, to $304.10 on the Nasdaq Stock Market, despite a slight hum of concern about the stock's valuation on Wall Street. On Monday, Google unveiled a video-viewing channel on its search-engine site, creating another media outlet that may open new money-making opportunities for a company already so profitable its stock has tripled to above $300 in 10 months. Several analysts have a price target of $350 on the stock.
Zombie con amiga chocolatera
Zombie torpeo y coqueto
Zombie más zombie que nunca y cara de pícaro
La tienen a Eve, la negra rapera?
More than a thousand miles from the River Walk cheers, other sounds resonated Saturday. They resonated in Times Square cash registers.
A store that sells sporting goods there displays this month's featured merchandise near the front door. No. 20 Spurs jerseys.
Most are already sold. "These jerseys," said the store manager, "are the biggest seller."
Across the country, passing over the River Walk on the way, is a West Coast NBA general manager. Saturday he sold No. 20 with as much enthusiasm.
This exec works in basketball, not marketing. So he said something he didn't know for sure, but he acted as if he knew.
"No. 20," he said, "will be our league's most popular player."
Few in San Antonio would have argued that Saturday, as No. 20 floated down the river on Barge No. 20. But there is something else going on here, from the East Coast to the West and beyond, and it's bigger than most think.
Isn't Manu Ginobili's parade just starting?
Going by the crowd Saturday, all of the Spurs are worth a few jersey sales. Devin Brown cried out, "What's up, hometown?" and Sean Marks even got a turn at a barge microphone.
Tim Duncan drew cheers that should accompany a three-time NBA Finals MVP. And when Bruce Bowen kept chatting on their barge, Duncan did something no one thought possible. He reached for the mike — if just to get it away from Bowen.
When they got to the Alamodome, Brent Barry showed a personality sometimes hidden this season. Barry poked fun at everyone from his teammates to his son, then demanded Tony Parker rap in French.
It might have been Parker's best performance this month.
And when Bowen introduced Ginobili in Spanish and the crowd roared, Ginobili used an international word. "Wow."
Wow, all right. As popular as the Spurs are in South Texas, they've rarely crossed over into the mainstream. George Gervin always has had a cult following, and David Robinson and Duncan have their admirers.
But mass appeal? In those same stores in New York City, for example, there were few Spurs jerseys for sale in either 1999 or 2003 during the NBA Finals.
No. 21 isn't moving this year, either. "We don't sell many of those," said the manager.
Understand the power, then, of last week. Ginobili didn't merely capture his second title. He captured a crowd looking for someone special.
The globalization of the NBA is part of this. Yao Ming brings in parts of Asia as Dirk Nowitzki and Parker bring in Europe.
But it's much more than demographics with Ginobili, and it's not glitz. Parker, after all, is more Hollywood.
Ginobili, instead, brings in fans by bringing them out of their seats. His determination is visual and his fearlessness is captivating. He doesn't play for attention; attention comes to him because of how he plays.
Ginobili was at it Saturday night, too. "I can guarantee you one thing," he said. "I'm not leaving town until I win another (championship)."
Who doubts him?
Not the West Coast GM. "Not since Michael Jordan," he said, "has anyone attacked the rim as this guy does."
Ginobili is not the next Jordan, and no one should say that. The hype did nothing for Grant Hill or Vince Carter.
But Ginobili is likely the next pop star in the NBA culture. If the NBA chooses to market him and if marketing whizzes notice the jersey sales, then national companies will step in and endorsements will make his fame official. That's how it works in this business.
For the Spurs' franchise, this is as much a dream as championships. They've always prayed for a Spanish-speaking star, and this one is likeable and sensational.
No wonder Peter Holt sat on Ginobili's barge Saturday. Any owner would want to keep such an asset close by.
Russ Bookbinder, the Spurs' executive vice president, saw this a long time ago. Before Ginobili ever played in an NBA regular-season game — in the fall of 2002 — Bookbinder made a prediction. He said that, outside of Robinson and Duncan, Ginobili would have more impact than any newcomer in franchise history.
Bookbinder was reminded of that prediction earlier this month. And Bookbinder smiled and held up one finger — signifying Ginobili wasn't behind Robinson or Duncan.
"I was wrong," Bookbinder said.
He was half-joking.
But half of him wasn't, too.
[Nas]
I think I can remember some...
Brenda the back-bender used to have me in the twister
Grabbed her up and left her at the Buena Vista
Chelsea used to tell me choke her while I stroke her
Stuck a Heineken bottle up in the ass, a real joker
Used to run my bubble bath, tons of laughs, sexy chick
Mad skills, she used to try to eat my excrement
Used to play Atari 1200, baby-sitter made me kiss her
Put hickeys on her stomach
Toya was a tomboy 'til we played catch a screw
Had her out past her curfew, Sheila had this perfume
that drove a nigga wild, was a child then, Gertrude
used to put my face in her crotch
Spun my tongue around in a circle while she watched
Eiserea knew I was a player, brought Fatima, loud screamer
While I blew clouds of reefer, they sucked juice out my uretha
While Marvin Gaye pumped from the speaker
[Chorus]
Remember the times I hung with the dimes, remember the times I fucked a few
Remember the times I hung with the dimes, and all the wild things I used to do
Remember the times I hung with the dimes, remember the times I fucked a few
Remembering the times it was on my mind, but none of them could touch you
[Nas]
Was only scared of them STDs, syphilis, VD and herpes
Daffy Duck-lookin' bitch burnt me, correction
Urinary tract infection, what I got for no protection
Was a horny dog, mornings waking up with a log
Dick stuck to my draws, wet dreams in the mind
Of a one-of-a-kind sex fiend, Justine was luscious wanna cuff us when fucked us
Me and her best friend, this thick Texan named Tamika, English teacher
Wedding ring on finger, bent her big ass over the fold-out sofa
The weather was cold and Loretta would throw on nothing but a thong
Under the coat and
Put a show on just to show me she loved me
She would undress and wait in zero below weather
In slippers and a sun dress for me to arrive
Kept a freak in the ride with her head in my lap, the steering wheel's high
[Chorus]
Remember the times I hung with the dimes, remember the times I fucked a few
Remember the times I hung with the dimes, and all the wild things I used to do
Remember the times I hung with the dimes, remember the times I fucked a few
Remembering the times it was on my mind, but none of them could touch you
[Nas]
Thank God I got bank god, so fuck pimpin'
Fuck broke condoms, pills and penicillin
Abortion clinics, I was one of the best who did it
Lesbian shit, wheelchair girls and midgets
Twin sisters, cousins, mothers and daughters, some wasn't no quarters
Long chin, some with funny odors
Long blond weaves, overweight, cottage cheese
Some I paid college fees, then they strip tease
And it's sad I don't remember great times that made me drool
And the sex gave me flashbacks when I was like eww
Mature with it now dog, here's the side of Nas
Principles are lined up, things prioritized
Se mamma I left that alone, faded memories, the reason that I'm grown
It'd be senseless for us to lie about our old experiences, no longer
are we tempted
[Chorus]
Remember the times I hung with the dimes, remember the times I fucked a few
(now we could properly begin this)
Remember the times I hung with the dimes, and all the wild things I used to do
Remember the times I hung with the dimes, remember the times I fucked a few
Remembering the times it was on my mind, but none of them could touch you
The Manu Factor
Duncan is the foundation of the team, but Manu Ginobili was the most important player, primarily because he was the only Spur who could create his own offense. When he faltered, so did San Antonio; in the games the Spurs lost, Ginobili averaged 13.3 points and shot 13-of-32 (and 4-of-16 on 3-pointers). By contrast, in the four wins, he averaged 22.7 points, shot 29-of-53 and 8-of-15 on 3s. Essentially, he and Chauncey Billups were the only indefensible players in the series -- whoever had the better Game 7 was going to lead his team to the title. Ginobili played excellent defense, hit clutch free throws, played point guard when needed, fired up the San Antonio crowd and raced around the court with manic intensity, hair flapping, diving for every loose ball. He could have easily been chosen as the Finals MVP.
¡¡¡VAMOS!!!SAN ANTONIO (AP) -- Manu Ginobili had the ball in his hands on nearly every possession late in the San Antonio Spurs' biggest game of the season -- and he didn't drop it once.
The freewheeling forward from Bahia Blanca, Argentina, capped an amazing five-year run at almost every level of elite basketball with an outstanding performance in the fourth quarter of Game 7 of the NBA Finals on Thursday night.
Ginobili scored 23 points in the San Antonio Spurs' 81-74 victory, ending his breakthrough playoff series with another impressive game. He scored 11 points in the fourth period, including six in the final minute, and didn't make a turnover as the Spurs held off one last charge by the Detroit Pistons.
At the final buzzer, all the Spurs seemed to be trying to hug Ginobili, who raced across the court and pointed at his family in the stands. He averaged 18.7 points per game in the series, and the few basketball fans who didn't know his scintillating game got a look at Ginobili's best.
Though Tim Duncan was voted the series MVP, there was little doubt Ginobili was the people's choice. The San Antonio crowd chanted "Manu! Manu!" when commissioner David Stern prepared to present the trophy, and there was scattered booing when Duncan's name was about to be announced.
Ginobili has done little wrong in his sport since 2001, when he won the first of two straight championships in the top Italian league. He won his first NBA title as a rookie reserve with the Spurs in 2003.
He then led Argentina to a gold medal in the Athens Olympics, forever endearing himself to his nation -- and every nation whose fans disliked the American dominance of the event.
With the Spurs nursing a lead in the final minutes of the NBA season, Ginobili clearly wasn't intimidated by the stage. With the shot clock winding down with 2:57 to play, he hit a 3-pointer from the right wing and ran back upcourt with both fists clenched.
The crowd exploded when Ginobili scored on a driving layup with 35 seconds left. He then hit two free throws with 22 seconds left, earning a big hug from Tim Duncan -- and two more with 7 seconds to play.
When the buzzer sounded and confetti fell, reserve Sean Marks picked up Ginobili in a reverse bear hug, and he flailed his arms and legs with childlike excitement.
The fans simply love Ginobili, who has become a particular favorite among the vast Hispanic and Latino communities of San Antonio.
Ginobili is more than a heartthrob. He's a leading icon of Stern's urgent move to globalize the league. With his good looks, flashy game and flashier jewelry, it won't be surprising if Ginobili soon is among the most recognized athletes in the world.
Ginobili put on a show in the first two games of the finals, scoring 53 points and wowing the crowd with countless daredevil drives.
But the Pistons wised up when the series moved back to the Detroit suburbs, using several defenders to limit his charges to the basket. Ginobili also bruised his leg early in Game 3, and though he claimed the injury wouldn't limit him, he wasn't the same player in the middle three games.
Ginobili was revived back at home in Game 6 with 21 points and 10 rebounds, also playing superb defense.
[Dre]
A nigga ready from the get go(blowe blowe blowe)
Y'all hear my shit go it's Andre. Can yo punk ass come out to play?
Stay in your little hole then coward duck your head
You don't know who you be fuckin with youse better off...dead
Is what I say best run the other way
In case of physical breakdown...y'all can break now
My kitchen full of heat if you can't take the temp
Make yourself exempt
Pussy footin around don't be gettin y'all nowhere but stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, niggaz die
By gettin blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got the nerve to serve you up just like a raider do, but naw(naw, naw)
I take that back, that's my problem
Turnin and walkin away, this ain't gon work when they be robbin
As long as Big Boi's still livin, never standin by my lonesome
Step up nigga, if you want some
Chorus(2X)
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point)
It's all about that ses in yo chest(It's the joint)
[Big Boi]
Well nigga, you softer than silicone, used to pump up tits
It's that nigga down in the Dungeon with them playeristic hits
I'm quick to stop a sucka flow like menopause, it's the
Original ghetto bastard, so now I makes a switch
I used to sell dope, but in 1994
I'm makin Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik
But see these voices in my skull has got me reminiscin
About the days back when me mammy had to work in kitchens
She had me makin better grades to make a better life
But I never had no love or respect, cuz we gon be alright
I ran the streets and broke my curfew cuz I gave a shit
I carried guns and butcher knives cuz I was steadily in the mix, yeah
It was so hard to say goodbye, I'm a man now
I'm at the end of my street, so it's time to take my stand now
I call the wild because it's time to take the streets
So if you ain't got the burner, bring your big enough nuts(retreat)
I'm ready to wet 'em up like cereal
Just an international playa, comin through your stereo
Chorus(2X):
[Dre]
3-5-7 to your fo'head, there'll be mo' dead
Cuz I'mma po' kid
So Lord forgive me, I got to keep my milly right here near me
When I be doin fine until these niggaz want to clear me off my street
But in my hood hood, they hollerin ghetto
Don't have no neighbors that hit the pipe but never let go
But I feel for them like Chaka Khan feel for you
Ain't shit that we can do but rest in peace, pour a brew
On the concrete, remember when we ran deep
Remember at the party when we served them niggaz dandy
They know not to test us, test me, do me, try me
Trippin with that drama, my Beretta's right beside me
One is in mid-air and one is the chamber
Y'all ask me what the fuck I'm doin, I'm releasin anger
Quick to dodge danger, I'm takin it one day
At a time, I got the fattest dimes around my way
You can sway with Andre, I'll take her to the ho-jo, bitch
Just let you know, yeah
Chorus(2X):
[Big Boi]
It's on my friend, on the road again, I'm travelin
No more than 65 on 85 off in my Cadillac
I got that nigga Dre, he ridin shotgun
And got my pump under my seat, in case these yougstas wanna have some fun
I'd do it if I have to, bustin caps with this a heat and load it clip up
after clip
And after again, if I feel it
The glock, the gat, the nine, the heaters
See I be bustin caps like my amp be bustin speakers
So how do you figure that Big Boi beats ghetto blastin
You 'posed to be quickest draw, but man, I hail 'em faster
1-2-3, you need to think about the future
Before I shoot your ass and dilute your gut with lead
>From my hollow clips, I'll send you to an early grave
You fuckin slave, you better try another way
To take me out, is truly something difficult
Don't even run up on me, unless you want your brain broke
I'm out of bullets lettin loose my last clip
I'mma kick you in your ass and your nigga gettin pistol whipped
You know that's how I do, you know that's how I do
Chorus(2X)
Yeah and it don't stop and it don't quit, to the muthafuckin...
Organized Noize, PA, Goodie Mob, Big Gipp and all the niggaz
Around the East Point way
College Park is really on the map
We comin around Atlanta and the niggaz are really strapped
With the muthafuckin guns and the muthafuckin glocks
Steady is the gas nigga, don't fear it and it don't stop
In the long term, we're all dead. John Maynard Keynes' warning may have been directed at overly theoretical economists, but his words hardly offer a pep talk for thinking beyond the next fiscal quarter. And with the pressures of the recent business cycle, it's no wonder that terms like "short-term payoff" and "near-term deliverables" are so often the driving force behind business technology strategy.
Duncan está jugando realmente mal al final de los partidos contra Detroit, a tal punto que algunos están empezando a dudar de él.Is anyone else torn on this Tim Duncan thing? Did any of the other top-20 players in NBA history ever display anything close to the Tim Duncan "I'm not even sure if this next free throw is hitting the rim" face? Remember, this isn't the first time he's looked shaky in a big playoff series. Two years ago, after he played a terrible Game 2 against the Nets, I wrote this sequence about him:
"Duncan might be the Most Valuable Player in the league, certainly the first guy you would build a franchise around … but after watching him for six seasons, should we still worry about his crunch-time nerves like this? Will he ever peak the way Hakeem did in '94 and '95? Will he ever destroy the league for an entire spring, lay his stamp on everyone and everything, and head into the summer thinking to himself, 'You know what? There isn't a guy in the league who can stop me.' I'm just not getting that vibe from him. Duncan is great, but he's not that great. At least not yet."
Believe me, I'm not falling prey to the reactionary journalism that seems to be sweeping the nation right now, where you can make one point on one day and completely contradict yourself the next, with no repercussions. Whatever happens tomorrow night, it won't change the fact that Duncan is the best power forward of all time, as well as one of the top 20 players ever. But there are levels of greatness. For instance, you would have had to pretty much murder Bill Russell to win a Game 7 against him. Same with MJ and Bird. Other superstars were a little shakier at times – like Magic, who played the 1984 Finals with both hands around his neck. But that experience made him stronger, and by 1987, he was a cold-blooded killer at the end of games.
And I guess what I'm trying to say is this: I don't see that same quality from Tim Duncan. Does he have it in him? Can he protect his house? In my book, that's the most compelling story of Game 7. Nothing else is close.
(As always, the poor Pistons get overlooked. Again. Sorry, guys.)
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You’ll forgive us for ekeing out posts about the new Suicide Girls DVD as if it was a matter of national security or something, but since we saw fit to inform you of the first cover sighting we sort of have no choice but to let you know that there are now two trailers (a PG and an unrated version) now available for your perusal. After all, the girls travelled over 9,000 miles to bring you the video; the least we can do is reward them for all their hard work—not to mention give you something to look forward to until the DVD itself is released at the end of August. (Yes, you can probably expect another post about it then too.)
“SuicideGirls: The First Tour” (.mpg trailers @ suicidegirls.com)
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My roommate is moving out and I´m looking to temporarily rent out his room. I liveSi alguien tiene algún interesado háganmelo saber por el medio que les quede cómodo. Lo clave para mi es que sea un arreglo temporario, no estoy interesado en alquilar el cuarto en el largo plazo. Gracias de nuevo!in a beautiful building in Belgrano. It´s and old passage-type building, the apartment is enourmous (pictures available via email), at a very reasonable price.
The neighbourhood is exellent for foreigners, the apartment next door is currently housing and American and Englishman. It´s right by the subway and a major commercial area, even though the building itseld is very quiet since the apartment is near the center of the block.
I´m a 25-year-old consultant who is at work most of the day, so you would pretty much have the place to youself durign daylight hours.
If you´re interested let me know and I´ll send along more details.
Thanks!
Andy
"We play all year to have home court, to have this opportunity," Duncan said, "so we're going to come in this building two days from now and do a lot of clean up stuff."This was a great game that was very similar to Game 5 in that both teams brought it.Ocasionalmente estoy dispuesto a aceptar que los Spurs pierdan si Manu juega bien, pero ayerThe only difference is that the Spurs' guards execution was poor. They didn't make good decisions and turned the ball over seven times because they were trying to get their own shot and not create for their teammates. They have to do a better job of involving their big men if they want to hoist the championship hardware.
Tim Duncan only had one more shot than Rasheed Wallace even though he played 41 minutes to Wallace's 23. Duncan is supposed to be the best player in the league, and for him to have only 14 shot attempts is ludicrous. You can't expect to win when your best player is not getting the ball.
It wasn't as though he was being faced with tremendous defensive pressure, because the guy who does the best job on him, Rasheed Wallace, was out for most of the game with foul trouble. In that situation Duncan is supposed to be fed the ball. He should have had 25-30 shots, not 14.
no fue el caso, a pesar de tener 21 puntos, 10 rebotes y 4 asistencias. Falló muchísimo en los últimos minutos del juego.The Pistons clearly were better prepared for Ginobili in crunch time Tuesday than they had been in Games 1 and 2, when he scored 26 and 27 points.
Pistons point guard Chauncey Billups said things might have come a little too easily for Ginobili in the first half, when he made 5 of 9 shots and scored 12 points.
"Manu had it going so easy, so early that I don't know if he was forcing (late)," said Billups. "... Those shots that he was shooting, he makes. It seems like he always makes them against us.
"Just not tonight."
you go girl.
I want to be as free as the spirits of those who left
I'm talking Malcom, Coltrane, my man Yusef
Through death through conception
New breath and resurrection
For moms, new steps in her direction
In the right way
Told inside is where the fight lay
And everything a nigga do may not be what he might say
Chicago nights stay, stay on the mind
But I write many lives and lay on these lines
Wave the signs of the times
Many say the grind's on the mind
Shorties blunted-eyed and everyone wonderin' where I'm
Bush pushing lies, killers immortalized
We got arms but won't reach for the skies
Waiting for the Lord to rise
I look into my daughter's eyes
And realize that I'ma learn through her
The Messiah, might even return through her
If I'ma do it, I gotta change the world through her
Furs and a Benz, gramps wantin 'em
Demons and old friends, pops they hauntin' him
The chosen one from the land of the frozen sun
When drunk nights get remembered more than sober ones
Walk like warriors, we were never told to run
Explored the world to return to where my soul begun
Never looking back or too far in front of me
The present is a gift
and I just wanna BE
FUI A LO DE SÍMON. FILMAMOS CUANDO SE AFEITABA CON EFECTOS ESPECIALES. ME LLAMO TU BRO AL CELU. SE VINO A LO DE SIMON. CENÉ CON EL. NOS FUIMOS A MI CASA. TU BRO SE FUE. VINO LUCIO. VIMOS AQUATIC LIFE. SE FUERON LOS DOS. LLEGUE RE TARDE AL LABURO.VOS? QUE HICEISTE AL FINAL?On 6/21/05, Andres Werner wrote:juaaaaaaaahahahhaque hiciste al final??On 6/21/05, SrTa. PozZo wrote:viva a mi casa! =)
es re tarde!
me voy a dormirrrrrrrrrrrr
chausis
Tienen que leer esta columna si les interesa Manu Ginóbili, la NBA, los Playoffs, etc.
And lastly, and maybe most importantly, I want seven because I have a dream, and it goes like this: Seventh game, seven overtimes, 132 personal fouls, and just two men left standing. That's right: Darko and Rasho for all the marbles.
You with me?
I thought you would be.
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| STARTERS | MIN | FGM-A | 3PM-A | FTM-A | OREB | DREB | REB | AST | STL | BLK | TO | PF | PTS |
| Bruce Bowen, SF | 44 | 4-8 | 2-5 | 0-0 | 0 | 5 | 5 | 3 | 1 | 0 | 3 | 4 | 10 |
| Tim Duncan, FC | 48 | 11-24 | 0-0 | 4-11 | 8 | 11 | 19 | 2 | 0 | 2 | 2 | 3 | 26 |
| Nazr Mohammed, C | 26 | 3-4 | 0-0 | 0-0 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 3 | 6 |
| Manu Ginobili, SG | 44 | 5-16 | 0-4 | 5-5 | 3 | 3 | 6 | 9 | 1 | 0 | 2 | 4 | 15 |
| Tony Parker, PG | 45 | 7-15 | 0-3 | 0-0 | 1 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 6 | 4 | 14 |
| BENCH | MIN | FGM-A | 3PM-A | FTM-A | OREB | DREB | REB | AST | STL | BLK | TO | PF | PTS |
| Brent Barry, G | 22 | 1-3 | 1-2 | 0-0 | 1 | 1 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 3 | 3 |
| Robert Horry, PF | 32 | 7-12 | 5-6 | 2-3 | 5 | 2 | 7 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 3 | 5 | 21 |
| Devin Brown, SG | 4 | 0-0 | 0-0 | 1-2 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 |
| Tony Massenburg, FC | DNP COACH'S DECISION | ||||||||||||
| Glenn Robinson, SF | DNP COACH'S DECISION | ||||||||||||
| Rasho Nesterovic, C | DNP COACH'S DECISION | ||||||||||||
| Beno Udrih, PG | DNP COACH'S DECISION | ||||||||||||
| TOTALS | FGM-A | 3PM-A | FTM-A | OREB | DREB | REB | AST | STL | BLK | TO | PF | PTS | |
| 38-82 | 8-20 | 12-21 | 19 | 26 | 45 | 20 | 3 | 3 | 16 | 26 | 96 | ||
| 46.3% | 40.0% | 57.1% | Team TO (pts off): 17 (16) | ||||||||||
| DETROIT PISTONS | |||||||||||||
| STARTERS | MIN | FGM-A | 3PM-A | FTM-A | OREB | DREB | REB | AST | STL | BLK | TO | PF | PTS |
| Tayshaun Prince, SF | 48 | 5-10 | 0-1 | 0-0 | 3 | 6 | 9 | 3 | 3 | 1 | 1 | 3 | 10 |
| Rasheed Wallace, FC | 41 | 6-15 | 0-0 | 0-0 | 1 | 4 | 5 | 1 | 3 | 4 | 0 | 5 | 12 |
| Ben Wallace, FC | 48 | 4-9 | 0-0 | 5-6 | 5 | 7 | 12 | 1 | 0 | 4 | 2 | 1 | 13 |
| Richard Hamilton, SG | 49 | 7-15 | 0-0 | 1-2 | 1 | 3 | 4 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 5 | 5 | 15 |
| Chauncey Billups, PG | 44 | 11-26 | 2-7 | 10-11 | 3 | 2 | 5 | 7 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 2 | 34 |
| BENCH | MIN | FGM-A | 3PM-A | FTM-A | OREB | DREB | REB | AST | STL | BLK | TO | PF | PTS |
| Antonio McDyess, PF | 17 | 4-6 | 0-0 | 1-2 | 3 | 3 | 6 | 1 | 0 | 2 | 1 | 3 | 9 |
| Lindsey Hunter, PG | 18 | 0-3 | 0-1 | 2-2 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 2 | 1 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 2 |
| Elden Campbell, C | DNP COACH'S DECISION | ||||||||||||
| Darvin Ham, SF | DNP COACH'S DECISION | ||||||||||||
| Carlos Arroyo, PG | DNP COACH'S DECISION | ||||||||||||
| Ronald Dupree, SF | DNP COACH'S DECISION | ||||||||||||
| Darko Milicic, FC | DNP COACH'S DECISION | ||||||||||||
| TOTALS | FGM-A | 3PM-A | FTM-A | OREB | DREB | REB | AST | STL | BLK | TO | PF | PTS | |
| 37-84 | 2-9 | 19-23 | 16 | 26 | 42 | 17 | 7 | 11 | 11 | 20 | 95 | ||
| 44.0% | 22.2% | 82.6% | Team TO (pts off): 12 (16) | ||||||||||
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Si te interesa la NBA te interesa el draft, y NBA.com hizo un muy buen resumen del consenso respecto al orden de elegida.
El hecho de no haber mencionado ni una sola vez a Rocco Siffredi en este blog es un pecado. Fue el rey del porn, un dotado tano libidinoso que hizo más de 1,300 películas. En las palabras de Fernando Peña, "no tiene un matafuego, tiene un lanzallamas, por lo que calienta con esa cosa".
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El partido entre Boca y Chivas fue suspendido a los 77 minutos por el árbitro uruguayo Martín Vázquez a raíz de los serios incidentes que se produjeron en el campo de juego y en las tribunas después de la expulsión de Martín Palermo (Boca) y Adolfo Bautista (Chivas) por agresión mutua. El mexicano fue agredido por un hincha local, que saltó desde las plateas para pegarle y luego volvió a su sitio, sin que la policía lo atrapara. Mientras tanto, desde la popular le arrojaban proyectiles al arquero visitante.Juan Butvilofky (juanbutvilofsky@velocom.com.ar) escribió su TablónBIZ para el SportBIZ de esta tarde. Al mirar la tapa de Crónica de hoy (ImperdibleBIZ), adelanté los tiempos: “Que Jorge Benítez te escupa la cara no está tan mal; peor es que te dé una charla técnica. Sin 3 ni 10, el descontrolado DT le quiso cambiar el gusto a la Coca-Cola, enterró el probado 4-4-2 y se quedó sin nada. Todo lo bueno que pasó, pasó por Bianchi. Esa sensación, cruel y lapidaria, fue el peor de los castigos para este Boca. Los protagonistas del ciclo más brillante de la historia xeneize no merecían ese final. El aplauso piadoso fue un “gracias y hasta siempre” seco, más allá de la euforia que generó el grotesco. Esa versión decadente de Cagna, incapaz de transitar con aire más de veinte metros cuadrados, fue la sombra del capitán que surcaba canchas. El Mellizo brillante, el de antes, llegaba hasta el área cuando tiraba un centro. Para colmo, el cierre de la fiesta estuvo a cargo de los delincuentes de la segunda bandeja, personajes siniestros y ¡socios activos! de la institución que gobierna el Ingeniero... Que Benítez te escupa la cara no está tan mal; peor es que te diga que sigue.
"I want to see whether Ginobili gives Duncan a decent run for Finals MVP. Because he should if San Antonio wins it all."¡¡¡AY DIOS MIO!!!
Comparto uno para que este post no sea tan light:Franco, no sé mucho, pero sé esto:Update: en una evolución fascinante el tema, esto podés seguirlo también acá. Lo cual convierte esto en una discusión de tres blogs en modo cruzado. Como dije, fascinante.
1. La primera regla de hacer algo *ahem* "creativo" (un blog en este caso) es hacer lo que se te cante, te gusta, te viene bien, tenés ganas de hacer, etc. Sino no vale.
2. Creo que postear depende un poco de inspiración y otro poco de oportunidad. Yo estoy más horas que Gugú frente a una pantalla, tengo amplia oportunidad. Es más, creo que el ratio Oportunidad-Inspiración es 100-1, sino mi blog tendría 45 posts por día.
3. El hecho de postear una vez (o más) por día definitivamente satisface más a los lectores que pocos posts semanales. Referirse a la Regla 1 para ver si esto debería ser importante para el autor.
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With the Spurs in the NBA Finals, many San Antonians consider themselves to be born Spurs fans. But Renee San Miguel and Jorge Ramirez' new son really is.
The couple named their nine pound seven ounce baby boy, born Sunday, Ginobili, after Spurs superstar guard Manu Ginobili.
"We're big Spurs fans," Renee told 1200 WOAI's Bud Little from her room at San Antonio Metropolitan Methodist Hospital on Monday, with obvious understatement.
She says they decided on Ginobili Jose Ray San Miguel Ramirez because "all of our other children's names state with 'G,' and we wanted to name him something with a 'G'." That ruled out Tim Duncan or Tony Parker.
"We hope he lives up to his name and becomes a famous basketball player too," Renee said.
Ginobili Ramirez will be watching from his crib Thursday night when the Spurs, and Manu Ginobili, take on the Detroit Pistons in Game One of the NBA Finals.
