We know dog content resonates strongly online, so we have created a number of stories around the loving and joyful connection between dogs and owners,” Melinda Winter, senior brand manager at Milk-Bone, said in a statement. One of these stories, for instance, is a collection of 10 GIFS of dogs warmly greeting humans .
Nice Guys of YouTube
I’m not going to lie, I bummed a guest seat from Russell Simmons to go to her party. I got like a real slick crush on her. I went to the party, she didn’t even know it. I walked right by here, she didn’t even know it. As soon as she walked in the door I walked right fucking by her, she didn’t even know. I didn’t say shit. I haven’t met her in real life. I will introduce myself. I want to get a record with her. I got a sick, sick, sick record. Let me see if I got it. I got something I’d like to write for her, give her a feel for it just to write. [Plays song] I already got my verse for it, I created the song, it’s called “Shots.” I got to pitch it, damn she might want to do it for her album! That’d be awesome. I’m going to do a record with her guaranteed. We’re gonna take steps.
Paid in Full” was a hit, and a turning point: its imaginative samples inspired hip-hop producers to broaden their palettes, its sinuous rhymes inspired rappers to stretch out their verses, and its audacious cover helped convince rivals and fans that hip-hop fashion might mean something more luxurious than a T-shirt or a track suit. Of course, fans hoping to buy their own logo-print Gucci jackets wouldn’t have met with much success at the company’s Manhattan boutique, at Fifth Avenue and Fifty-fourth Street, which sold mostly handbags and wallets. But within the emerging hip-hop industry the source of those outfits was an open secret: they came from a bustling shop seventy blocks north, in Harlem, called Dapper Dan’s Boutique.
— This article about Dapper Dan is also a must-read if you care about hip-hop/fashion/the intersection of the two, although it’s available to subscribers only :( :(
In addition to her media acquisitions, Rinehart financially supports a number of conservative think tanks and antitax groups. “Northern Australia” is her particular hobbyhorse—a quixotic campaign to persuade the country that the hot, sparsely populated northern third of the continent should be declared a “special economic zone,” with low or no taxes or minimum wage or regulation. As she put it in a poem of her own composition, inscribed on a plaque attached to a thirty-ton boulder of iron ore outside a shopping center on the north side of Perth:
Is our future threatened with massive debts run up by political hacks
Who dig themselves out by unleashing rampant tax …
The world’s poor need our resources: do not leave them to their fate
Our nation needs special economic zones and wiser government, before it is too late.
— This New Yorker article about the world’s richest woman (and the Australian mining industry, free market capitalism, the media, climate change, Perth) is so fucking insane. I can’t recommend it enough. Not only is the subject incredible, it’s incredibly well-written, to the point that you don’t realize the whole article has been written around her - no interview - until William Finnegan points it out in the second-to-last paragraph. So good! And you don’t need a subscription to read it!
hi um
it is now technically march 17th in china
so here is a thing i made for your birthday
i love you
james
Elite Gymnastics/James Brooks is just the best.
Barack weighs in.
In modern America we believe racism to be the property of the uniquely villainous and morally deformed, the ideology of trolls, gorgons and orcs. We believe this even when we are actually being racist…The idea that racism lives in the heart of particularly evil individuals, as opposed to the heart of a democratic society, is reinforcing to anyone who might, from time to time, find their tongue sprinting ahead of their discretion.
Some things I’ve written recently
I haven’t been good about using Tumblr lately (catch me hanging out on Twitter instead!), and I assume all the diehard Kyle Kramer fans have seen these already, but in the interest of cataloging my recent exploits/preserving some pixels for posterity/broadening my readership(?), here are links, with tantalizing excerpts to draw you in, of things I’ve written in the past few weeks:
Complex: 40 Most Sexual Top 40 Songs
24. Next “Too Close” (1998)
Hot 100 Peak Position: 1
This song is about a challenge that all dudes have dealt with at some point or another. It’s one of those situations that is just really difficult. Like, really, really…hard. There are those who accused the acting in the video as wooden. Others who felt the lyrics were a little stiff (is it really necessary to clarify the phrase “The way that you shake it on me/Makes me want you so bad” with the adverb “sexually?”). But one thing about “Too Close” is that it got a lot of people excited, to the point that the number one song in the country AT THE HEIGHT OF THE CLINTON IMPEACHMENT SCANDAL was about getting a boner. We should erect a monument in its honor.
Chicago Tribune: Freddie Gibbs/Tree/Sasha Go Hard/Show You Suck concert review
The city’s rap scene is the most vibrant and exciting it’s been in recent memory — perhaps ever — right now, a fact underscored by both the diversity of the night’s bill and the deep catalogue of local singles played between acts. While a Chicago hip-hop show two years ago might have warmed the crowd up with national hits and a Twista song or two for the purists, Thursday’s playlist from DJ Victoriouz was heavy on tracks from artists like Chief Keef, King L and Lil Durk, all of whom have helped draw national attention to the city in recent months.
RedEye: Iceage “You’re Nothing” review
When young Danish punk band Iceage played the Empty Bottle for the first time two years ago, the show – a bloody, 20-minute thrash of an event – ended with singer Elias Bender Rønnenfelt descending the stage and stumbling out through the crowd in a daze. It was a striking gesture and an emblematic moment: In a genre of stage dives and pure releases of energy, Iceage are a band that is just as often caught in a cathartic stagger as it is in a whirlwind of rage.
“How pure is every page!”
From p. 63 of Every Day: A Companion to The Birthday Scripture Text-book (1872). Original from Oxford University. Digitized September 4, 2006.
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mrinnervisionz, freelance Rick James playlist consultant
