MC Moseley In Da House

Big news from the Moseley Family this week, with the arrival of their 3rd offspring, Mitchell Calvin. It'll be great to meet my new nephew, who already has the initials (if not the skills) for a great career in the rap industry.

Mom, Dad, Baby and Two Sisters are all doing fine, and Gus (their dog) has to wonder how long before this little thing starts yanking on his damn tail. I couldn't be happier for them, and can't wait to see this little guy grow up with his two rad sisters.

After getting the news, I was thinking about this kid's first day in the world, the whole being born and everything, and I realized that it has to really suck to be born...think about it for a second: For your whole existence, your whole life, things had been nice and quiet, warm and cozy. When you wanted food, there was food. You never had to look for an alley to pee in, because you can just pee in the placenta or whatever the hell is in there. Basically, it was stress-free living.

Then one day, no matter how hard you tried to stay (and I think Mitchell was intent on staying, hence the induced birthing), you were forced out into some new place full of bright lights, loud noises and sharp objects. Seriously, one of the first things this kid saw was a hospital operating-type room (right?). Even when you're grown-up those rooms are hella scary. Then someone yanks you out, cuts off your food tube (I'd be more pissed about that than anything, I think), and starts poking and prodding at you.

Finally, things calm down a little, and then someone has to come in and cut on your brand new wiener (aka circumcision). If this were me, I'd be concerned that they do this EVERY DAY.

Hopefully Mitchell takes the whole birthing/growing better, and as long as there's no more wiener-cutting, I'm sure he'll take to the outside world in no time.

NW Arm Swang

I walk to work almost every day (about 2 miles each way), and on the way I do an assload of people-watching. I see impatient people driving in rush-hour traffic (like tigers at a carcass), people doing landscaping, a cop smoking a cigarette while driving a motorcycle one-handed (saw that today), etc...all kinds of different stuff.

And of course I see a ton of people just walking. You can tell a lot about a person by how they walk, I think. People walking fast are usually in a hurry, either in general or just right then. People walking slow are either good planners (and thus don't need to hurry) or just don't feel like walking fast. Whatever.

But I've never been able to figure out this move...it's only girls that walk like this, and it's usually white girls in their early/mid-twenties (according to my lurking-based research). They don't necessarily walk super-fast, but they have this crazy whipping arm motion, where their arm almost hyper-extends on the way back. It's intense to watch, and it has to cause long-term damage to the elbow or something.

Anyway, I snuck up on this girl the other day and filmed her crazy-walking ass for a few feet. Then I pretended I was filming the bricks or something:

News as Art, or Art as News

Saw this today via the NYT...This Turkish artist (and some U of L students) hand-drew the entire front page of the Louisville Courier-Journal, including all the type, photos, etc.

I could get all deep and heavy-thinking on you about his intentions, or how it reflects on our views of what's real and permanent, but that's not really what I'm feeling today. So you can think about it on your own. Or not.

Here's the full article (with video and other stuff), and here's the hand-drawn page. Check it out and think deep thoughts about modern media and our perception of real or constructed news.

Regardless of how it came out or how it's perceived, I think it's a sign that newspapers are really, really struggling that a pretty conservative paper, in a pretty conservative chain (Gannett) would even consider doing something like this.