when geeks and hip hop collide

This is, quite possible, the best story I’ve ever heard on NPR. And just goes to show that when trying to explain a tricky subject, put it in terms the kids can understand.

Rapper Feud Mirrors World Politics

and in baseball news….

The Chicago White Sox retain presidential support, while Chicago Cubs fans continue to whine.

Of that second article, my brother-in-law (who remains a Yankees fan, despite living in Chicago), noted, “I see a good T-Shirt idea in here somewhere.” My vote was for “Chicago Cubs: Full of Excuses Since 1945,” while my sister Elizbeth tweaked that suggestion with “Chicago Cubs: Full of Excuses Since the Beginning of Time.”

Either one, in my opinion, is a winner.

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Passion runs deep on the South Side.

I love you, Jon Greenberg.

Can I make you some cupcakes?

The First of Many

As I previously mentioned, I know 7,645 women who are currently pregnant, all of whom are supposedly due sometime before December 1 of this year. I say supposedly because the doctors have all calculated their due dates to be as such, but then again, sometimes babies have minds of their own and simply stay put until they are damn and ready to make their entrance and grace the earth with their presence. Unless, of course, the doctor schedules a c-section or a time to induce labor, to make it more convenient for said doc’s schedule, because you know that’s how most doctors do things these days, scheduling c-sections or when to induce labor so that it fits in with their own schedule as opposed to what’s going on with mother and baby, and ….

Ahem.

Sorry ‘bout that. Apparently started channeling my mother just there, the woman who considered my sister Elizabeth to be “on time” because she delivered her only five days past her due date. (The rest of us were anywhere from a week to three weeks late.)

Knowing many of these 7,645 knocked-up women personally and closely, and seeing what they’ve gone through and experienced in getting pregnant, I see more clearly now than before what a huge deal this is, what a process it is, a trek, if you will, of bringing another human being into this world. It’s not easy. Any of it.

And then once the baby is born? More trekking! More process! And now this.

Add it to the list—picking the wrong song = way #4,792 you can totally fuck up your child.

No pressure or anything, parents-to-be. But let me be the first to suggest that I don’t think you could go wrong with anything from the Beastie Boys catalogue. (Root Down, Shake Your Rump, and Get It Together would all be perfectly awesome choices.)

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And the people of Illinois rejoiced.

Unfortunately, the former governor was not in Illinois at the time of the indictment, as he was at Disney World vacationing with his family.

I’m totally not kidding about that last part.

And let’s also recognize that when Blago and Mrs. Crazy were approached by a reporter they were, at the time, poolside.

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Ah, the weekend. It’s finally here, and if you’re a human being, you are most likely taking in a deep breath of what I like to call Non-Office Air. Or you will be, come 5 o’clock this evening. If you are not a human being, then just ignore this message.

In hopes of making your day go a little faster, have a gander at this article that appeared in last Sunday’s Washington Post. And after you’re done reading, can I get an Amen, sister?