Update:
Maybe there really is something to this. Look what Ice Cube posted on his Facebook wall on what would have been the 20th anniversary of his “Good Day.”(via What was the exact date that Ice Cube had a Good Day? | The Strut)
Update:
Maybe there really is something to this. Look what Ice Cube posted on his Facebook wall on what would have been the 20th anniversary of his “Good Day.”(via What was the exact date that Ice Cube had a Good Day? | The Strut)
CLUE 1:
“went to short dogs house,
they was watching Yo MTV
RAPS”
Yo MTV RAPS first aired:
Aug 6th 1988
CLUE 2:
Ice Cubes single “today was a good day” released on:
Feb 23 1993
CLUE 3:
”The Lakers beat the Super
Sonics”
Dates between Yo MTV Raps air date AUGUST 6 1988 and the release of the single FEBRUARY 23 1993 where the Lakers beat the Super Sonics:
Nov 11 1988 114-103
Nov 30 1988 110-106
Apr 4 1989 115-97
Apr 23 1989 121-117
Jan 17 1990 100-90
Feb 28 1990 112-107
Mar 25 1990 116-94
Apr 17 1990 102-101
Jan 18 1991 105-96
Mar 24 1991 113-96
Apr 21 1991 103-100
Jan 20 1992 116-110
CLUE 4:
Dates of those Laker wins over SuperSonics where it was a clear day with no Smog:
Nov 30 1988
Apr 4 1989
Jan 18 1991
Jan 20 1992
CLUE 5:
“Got a beep from Kim, and
she can fuck all night”
beepers weren’t adopted by mobile phone companies until the 1990s. Dates left where mobile beepers were availible to public:
Jan 18 1991
Jan 20 1992
CLUE 6:
Ice Cube starred in the film “Boyz in the hood” that released late Summer of 1991, but was being filmed mid-late 1990 early 1991 and Ice Cube was busy on set filming the movie Jan 18 1991 too busy to be lounging around the streets with no plans. Ladies and Gentlemen..The ONLY day where:
Yo MTV Raps was on air
It was a clear and smogless day
Beepers were commercially sold
Lakers beat the SuperSonics
and Ice Cube had no events to attend was…
JANUARY 20 1992
National Good Day Day-Donovan
Yeah, I’m late. I get it. Building this shiny new site took precedent. Regardless, enjoy!
30. Dirty Beaches – Badlands
Currently, nothing sounds like this. Film noir chic forced through neglected diner speakers.
29. Cut Copy – Zonoscope
An expansive/minimalist smorgasbord of dance/rock/glam experimentation. Tack on headphones and a rolling sidewalk and you’ve got yourself a plan.
28. Timber Timbre – Creep On Creepin’ On
The best possible soundtrack for an empty dive bar closing up at 1:30 a.m.
27. Danny Brown – XXX
The Childish Gambino record we always wanted.
26. Mogwai – Hardcore Will Never Die, But You Will
The moment where you find the clear answer and decide to leap past it? This is it.
25. Action Bronson & Statik Selektah – Well-Done
A fond reminder that impersonation can be a proper compliment (Ghostdini! Tony Stark! Thor Molecules!)
24. Bon Iver – Bon Iver, Bon Iver
Gorgeous record, embarrassing lyrics. The hipster Valley girl of the year.
23. Fleet Foxes – Helplessness Blues
More of the Fleetful: choral harmonies from a few hundreds miles inside of a forest.
22. Shabazz Palaces – Black Up
A distinctly difficult hip-hop-as-freeform-jazz entry/entity. A top nominee for “best record to clear out a boy/girl party”. [I’ve intentionally chosen the full album stream. Choosing a mere song wouldn’t have done the experiment its due.]
21. The Caretaker – An Empty Bliss Beyond This World
Such a beautiful drift into another era. Prevalent needle hiss against starry–eyed horns, faded piano, booming bass and a haunting undercurrent.
20. Ohbijou – Metal Meets
This could easily be in the top 10. Smooth, delicate and flush with layered shimmer.
19. Doomtree – No Kings
Basement. Party. A collective that truly acts as one. Effortless nonchalance, a rare trait on a hip–hop record.
18. Atlas Sound – Parallax
The quiet is louder than the loud. Immediate sincerity, almost disarmingly so.
17. Feist – Metals
I counted eight moments of spine chills and three sets of goosebumps during my first listen. Teared up once. Really, really special album.
16. Clams Casino – Instrumentals
Hip hop doesn’t die: it mutates. This is its latest strain, a focal point stretched to infinity, versatile and wordless.
15. Fela Soul – Gummy Soul
Eight tracks of De La Soul x Fela Kuti, a mashup of classics that maintains its pedigree.
14. The War on Drugs – Slave Ambient
The smoldering remains of the Reagan–era heartland fading into a shoegaze sunset while the warmest debris remains to envelop you.
13. A$AP Rocky – LIVELOVEA$AP
I read somewhere that A$AP was ‘chasing the swagon’, which might be the worst thing ever. Is it a dragon wearing Supreme? A wagon with unattainable confidence? Regardless, SWAG.
12. PJ Harvey – Let England Shake
I’ve only listened to this once. I think it’s all I’ll even need. Like Animal Farm, an indelible imprint onto the medium.
11. Ty Segall – Goodbye Bread
Jangle those sludgy guitars to the end of it all, I say.
10. James Blake – James Blake
Uncommon in its power and mystique, this is everything the world isn’t. This is not post–dubstep, it’s the unshakeable evolution of loneliness.
9. Panda Bear – Tomboy
It’s fucking Pet Sounds. I mean, it’s not. But boy howdy does it try…
8. Big K.R.I.T. – Returnof4Eva
Sometimes, when your peers are doing one–offs and gimmicks, you go off the board and write a proper album. The Dirty South just got a deep shit kickin’.
7. Bibio – Mind Bokeh
Boards of Canada v. J Dilla, masquerading as loopy summer pop. Only the 21st century could create such a crazy sandwich.
6. Kendrick Lamar – Section.80
Watch Kevin Durant play basketball and you’ll quickly be introduced to the ‘I got this’ look. This is that look.
5. Yuck – Yuck
The end result if Dinosaur Jr. called My Bloody Valentine for a nooner back in 1992. Pristine melodies and crunchy guitars.
4. tUnE–yArDs – W h o k i l l
It’s fun and crazy and thrilling and bright, everything you need right now. A crisp late Friday night during a sweat drenched summer. Gangsta has saved many a hushed dancefloor.
3. Girls – Father, Son, Holy Ghost
The top–notch pop sensibilities from their debut stretch their legs into new, old territory. This is the next level. The formula: take something worn out, shine it up, add a coat of new paint, a dash of bravado and a postcard from southern California. Every new band should hope to make such a graceful second impression.
2. EMA – Past Life Martyred Saints
I love every gutter crawling inch of this. I’m fixated on her age, a mere 22. Such caustic depth. Such hopeful conviction mired in shit. Such charming growls. Let’s flirt with death as see who wakes up. Let’s do it together and it’ll be worth it. This is the cold, hard slap of methadone. The wake up slap. The moment when you reassess the world in a blink. The world you didn’t want. The world you always wanted.
1. Fucked Up – David Comes To Life
I knew this was the year’s best back in June. I was headed down the grungy subway steps of a smog–filled sweatfest when I put this on. Rapture. The Les Savy Fav-ian Queen of Hearts, the almost hokey Who fascination, the mostly hokey lyrical facepalms. It all works. And it shouldn’t. The concept is soft, the punk is less Fucked Up and more Green Day but here I am, justifying the flawed exhilaration. The aspiration outflanks the shortcomings. It tries so hard to be something great that it inherently does. It tacks on more and more and more and more until it becomes second nature. A relic of the past, punk and story in life and death it pushes you like a true album should, requiring repeat plays to truly grasp. A testament to the true power of artistic freedom, a testament to the soul.
By SUSAN CAIN // illustration by Andy Rementer
NY TIMES Published: January 13, 2012SOLITUDE is out of fashion. Our companies, our schools and our culture are in thrall to an idea I call the New Groupthink, which holds that creativity and achievement come from an oddly gregarious place. Most of us now work in teams, in offices without walls, for managers who prize people skills above all. Lone geniuses are out. Collaboration is in.
But there’s a problem with this view. Research strongly suggests that people are more creative when they enjoy privacy and freedom from interruption. And the most spectacularly creative people in many fields are often introverted, according to studies by the psychologists Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi and Gregory Feist. They’re extroverted enough to exchange and advance ideas, but see themselves as independent and individualistic. They’re not joiners by nature.
One explanation for these findings is that introverts are comfortable working alone — and solitude is a catalyst to innovation. As the influential psychologist Hans Eysenck observed, introversion fosters creativity by “concentrating the mind on the tasks in hand, and preventing the dissipation of energy on social and sexual matters unrelated to work.” In other words, a person sitting quietly under a tree in the backyard, while everyone else is clinking glasses on the patio, is more likely to have an apple land on his head. (Newton was one of the world’s great introverts: William Wordsworth described him as “A mind for ever/ Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.”)
Solitude has long been associated with creativity and transcendence. “Without great solitude, no serious work is possible,” Picasso said. A central narrative of many religions is the seeker — Moses, Jesus, Buddha — who goes off by himself and brings profound insights back to the community.
Culturally, we’re often so dazzled by charisma that we overlook the quiet part of the creative process. Consider Apple. In the wake of Steve Jobs’s death, we’ve seen a profusion of myths about the company’s success. Most focus on Mr. Jobs’s supernatural magnetism and tend to ignore the other crucial figure in Apple’s creation: a kindly, introverted engineering wizard, Steve Wozniak, who toiled alone on a beloved invention, the personal computer.
Rewind to March 1975: Mr. Wozniak believes the world would be a better place if everyone had a user-friendly computer. This seems a distant dream — most computers are still the size of minivans, and many times as pricey. But Mr. Wozniak meets a simpatico band of engineers that call themselves the Homebrew Computer Club. The Homebrewers are excited about a primitive new machine called the Altair 8800. Mr. Wozniak is inspired, and immediately begins work on his own magical version of a computer. Three months later, he unveils his amazing creation for his friend, Steve Jobs. Mr. Wozniak wants to give his invention away free, but Mr. Jobs persuades him to co-found Apple Computer.
The story of Apple’s origin speaks to the power of collaboration. Mr. Wozniak wouldn’t have been catalyzed by the Altair but for the kindred spirits of Homebrew. And he’d never have started Apple without Mr. Jobs.
But it’s also a story of solo spirit. If you look at how Mr. Wozniak got the work done — the sheer hard work of creating something from nothing — he did it alone. Late at night, all by himself.
Intentionally so. In his memoir, Mr. Wozniak offers this guidance to aspiring inventors:
“Most inventors and engineers I’ve met are like me … they live in their heads. They’re almost like artists. In fact, the very best of them are artists. And artists work best alone …. I’m going to give you some advice that might be hard to take. That advice is: Work alone… Not on a committee. Not on a team.”
And yet. The New Groupthink has overtaken our workplaces, our schools and our religious institutions. Anyone who has ever needed noise-canceling headphones in her own office or marked an online calendar with a fake meeting in order to escape yet another real one knows what I’m talking about. Virtually all American workers now spend time on teams and some 70 percent inhabit open-plan offices, in which no one has “a room of one’s own.” During the last decades, the average amount of space allotted to each employee shrank 300 square feet, from 500 square feet in the 1970s to 200 square feet in 2010.
Our schools have also been transformed by the New Groupthink. Today, elementary school classrooms are commonly arranged in pods of desks, the better to foster group learning. Even subjects like math and creative writing are often taught as committee projects. In one fourth-grade classroom I visited in New York City, students engaged in group work were forbidden to ask a question unless every member of the group had the very same question.
The New Groupthink also shapes some of our most influential religious institutions. Many mega-churches feature extracurricular groups organized around every conceivable activity, from parenting to skateboarding to real estate, and expect worshipers to join in. They also emphasize a theatrical style of worship — loving Jesus out loud, for all the congregation to see. “Often the role of a pastor seems closer to that of church cruise director than to the traditional roles of spiritual friend and counselor,” said Adam McHugh, an evangelical pastor and author of “Introverts in the Church.”
SOME teamwork is fine and offers a fun, stimulating, useful way to exchange ideas, manage information and build trust.
But it’s one thing to associate with a group in which each member works autonomously on his piece of the puzzle; it’s another to be corralled into endless meetings or conference calls conducted in offices that afford no respite from the noise and gaze of co-workers. Studies show that open-plan offices make workers hostile, insecure and distracted. They’re also more likely to suffer from high blood pressure, stress, the flu and exhaustion. And people whose work is interrupted make 50 percent more mistakes and take twice as long to finish it.
Many introverts seem to know this instinctively, and resist being herded together. Backbone Entertainment, a video game development company in Emeryville, Calif., initially used an open-plan office, but found that its game developers, many of whom were introverts, were unhappy. “It was one big warehouse space, with just tables, no walls, and everyone could see each other,” recalled Mike Mika, the former creative director. “We switched over to cubicles and were worried about it — you’d think in a creative environment that people would hate that. But it turns out they prefer having nooks and crannies they can hide away in and just be away from everybody.”
Privacy also makes us productive. In a fascinating study known as the Coding War Games, consultants Tom DeMarco and Timothy Lister compared the work of more than 600 computer programmers at 92 companies. They found that people from the same companies performed at roughly the same level — but that there was an enormous performance gap between organizations. What distinguished programmers at the top-performing companies wasn’t greater experience or better pay. It was how much privacy, personal workspace and freedom from interruption they enjoyed. Sixty-two percent of the best performers said their workspace was sufficiently private compared with only 19 percent of the worst performers. Seventy-six percent of the worst programmers but only 38 percent of the best said that they were often interrupted needlessly.
Solitude can even help us learn. According to research on expert performance by the psychologist Anders Ericsson, the best way to master a field is to work on the task that’s most demanding for you personally. And often the best way to do this is alone. Only then, Mr. Ericsson told me, can you “go directly to the part that’s challenging to you. If you want to improve, you have to be the one who generates the move. Imagine a group class — you’re the one generating the move only a small percentage of the time.”
Conversely, brainstorming sessions are one of the worst possible ways to stimulate creativity. The brainchild of a charismatic advertising executive named Alex Osborn who believed that groups produced better ideas than individuals, workplace brainstorming sessions came into vogue in the 1950s. “The quantitative results of group brainstorming are beyond question,” Mr. Osborn wrote. “One group produced 45 suggestions for a home-appliance promotion, 56 ideas for a money-raising campaign, 124 ideas on how to sell more blankets.”
But decades of research show that individuals almost always perform better than groups in both quality and quantity, and group performance gets worse as group size increases. The “evidence from science suggests that business people must be insane to use brainstorming groups,” wrote the organizational psychologist Adrian Furnham. “If you have talented and motivated people, they should be encouraged to work alone when creativity or efficiency is the highest priority.”
The reasons brainstorming fails are instructive for other forms of group work, too. People in groups tend to sit back and let others do the work; they instinctively mimic others’ opinions and lose sight of their own; and, often succumb to peer pressure. The Emory University neuroscientist Gregory Berns found that when we take a stance different from the group’s, we activate the amygdala, a small organ in the brain associated with the fear of rejection. Professor Berns calls this “the pain of independence.”
The one important exception to this dismal record is electronic brainstorming, where large groups outperform individuals; and the larger the group the better. The protection of the screen mitigates many problems of group work. This is why the Internet has yielded such wondrous collective creations. Marcel Proust called reading a “miracle of communication in the midst of solitude,” and that’s what the Internet is, too. It’s a place where we can be alone together — and this is precisely what gives it power.
MY point is not that man is an island. Life is meaningless without love, trust and friendship.
And I’m not suggesting that we abolish teamwork. Indeed, recent studies suggest that influential academic work is increasingly conducted by teams rather than by individuals. (Although teams whose members collaborate remotely, from separate universities, appear to be the most influential of all.) The problems we face in science, economics and many other fields are more complex than ever before, and we’ll need to stand on one another’s shoulders if we can possibly hope to solve them.
But even if the problems are different, human nature remains the same. And most humans have two contradictory impulses: we love and need one another, yet we crave privacy and autonomy.
To harness the energy that fuels both these drives, we need to move beyond the New Groupthink and embrace a more nuanced approach to creativity and learning. Our offices should encourage casual, cafe-style interactions, but allow people to disappear into personalized, private spaces when they want to be alone. Our schools should teach children to work with others, but also to work on their own for sustained periods of time. And we must recognize that introverts like Steve Wozniak need extra quiet and privacy to do their best work.
Before Mr. Wozniak started Apple, he designed calculators at Hewlett-Packard, a job he loved partly because HP made it easy to chat with his colleagues. Every day at 10 a.m. and 2 p.m., management wheeled in doughnuts and coffee, and people could socialize and swap ideas. What distinguished these interactions was how low-key they were. For Mr. Wozniak, collaboration meant the ability to share a doughnut and a brainwave with his laid-back, poorly dressed colleagues — who minded not a whit when he disappeared into his cubicle to get the real work done.
All of the peripherals scream at each other, with each other and against the rails in hopes of standing out. Sports journalism comes in two varieties: the ones that break down actions responsibly and tactfully and the ones that act as degenerate gamblers in order to pronounce, “I TOLD YOU I WAZ RIGHT!” The first typically comes mid-week during the lull, the latter comes during horrible pre-game shows with former players betting 10k on the side.
I will not play to either side today. Rational thought tells me this is a game of capitalizing on mistakes. These mistakes are random opportunity: a tipped pass, an improper hold of a football and thus, cannot be properly encapsulated. These are the tipping points.
Beyond is the irrational: shoving the past in the present and acting as if it matters. Legacy is pride and pride has ruined many a weak-minded man. It’s a fools game. No, this is the strict rule of bravado. Walk out, head high and carve up the opponent. Allow the legacy to breathe on.
I’m somewhere in the middle. The yelling at the television moments, pleading with the voices in your head that grapple with split-second action. “How could you not see that cornerback cheating?! IT WAS RIGHT FUCKING THERE!” The lack of satisfaction while holding a 14 point lead, adrenaline swinging as time passes. Commercial breaks provide solace in familiarity only, the same eight have been playing all year (dearest marketers, there’s an glaring opportunity here…). All of this while ignoring swipes vibrating from my phone.
This is my late afternoon:
Green Bay:
The most efficient passing attack in NFL history (45 TD to 6 INTs). Returning Greg Jennings, 21 days off for the OG Discount Double Check, Seabiscuit, The Old Man and the other 453 ‘weapons’ lining up in the slot. A running game reminiscent of Coldplay: offensively average. The infuriating defense, if you believe a single flawed stat that refuses to account for takeaways (with it, they’re closer to league average). The lack of pass rush. The mercurial secondary. Home field.
New York:
Supposedly built as Packer kryptonite, a pass rush that’s quick and deadly. A serviceable secondary for 85% of the NFL. Three dynamic receivers. A running game that ‘found its stride’ over the last week, a two-back attack of speed and power. Let us not forget the power of Eli, to amaze and infuriate in the same minute. Finally, the many faces of Coughlin, mostly living in ‘the neighbourhood kids just bounced a basketball off my Lincoln!’ range.
So, yeah. GBP. To the end. If you need me I’ll be neglecting a beer in solitude, yelling at nonsense and hoping for the best. Ugh.
Apologies, it’s taking a while. There’s a lot of shit. Not shit in the figurative sense but the literal, a fuckton of steaming shit and my tiny shovel trying to organize it into proper shit piles.
Has shit ever killed a man? Let’s find out.
Newness ASAP. Hopefully, with a shitless facelift.
Best gift, the robbery of someone’s gingerbread house. #ohmom (Taken with instagram)
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