v v oh yea for my new followers, firme tracks is a series that i do — songs fit to play in a ranfla. this means chicano rap, old soul, latin jazz, slow hip hop, cumbia/banda, sometimes r&b, pop, and doowop. when you hear a song with good harmonies and a smooth melody with a thick bass and/or horn section, that’s firme.
so that’s what you can expect! my other mixes go slightly outside of these genres with 60s garage/pop, disco, folk and indie songs if u are interested in that. i work pretty hard on them ヽ(´～｀；）
Their gratuitous displays of success and upward mobility—as with many rappers a few decades later—mocked their real lower-class status while laughing in the face of racist whites perplexed as to why these poor players were refusing to perform their socially-scripted roles as “subservient negroes”.
and THAT
and that is why
i have no patience for so-called marxists or class-conscious people who choose to call out rappers bragging about their wealth
it’s a completely different context than a politician or rock singer bragging about their wealth. it’s saying, “i know where you’d prefer me to be — in jail, in the ground, out of your sight, out of your world. but i’ll tell you where i am instead: a mansion. driving a nice car. surrounded by nice things.”
white people getting steamed by this means it’s a successful taunt
also try not to be ashamed of your emotions or thoughts, this might be able to help you break the cycle of “ugh this is stupid / i’m stupid / they’re stupid / i’m so stupid for feeling stupid / i’m so stupid for feeling sad”
do not be ashamed. remember anais nin:
“shame is the lie someone told you about yourself”
the lie someone told you is that bad feelings must be exorcised
it is natural to feel anxious. it is natural to be sad. we are built with the capability for a wide range of emotion and this makes us human. people who are obsessed with staying positive can be just as bad as those who are obsessed with being negative; they shame themselves for “bad” thoughts or feelings
do not feel guilty. there are a lot of terrible things in the world. acknowledge that. acknowledge that there are things that are not on the grand scale of bad things, but some things are just irritating, like, why the fuck does this ugly shirt cost so much?! and that’s a totally valid feeling, be angry at prices and at the evil that can exist in people, and feel sad
the problem is if you keep circling back to the mire
feel sad, feel vulnerable — then realize — how much strength it takes to be vulnerable! how human you are to admit that you’re sad! how finely tuned your conscience is to want to right the wrongs of the world! your sadness is the flickering of a light within you, reminding you that you exist, and your life is precious
the mistake is to see the flickering and move to blow it out
now is the time to add more fuel and keep going
well if you scientists came up with some got-dang better birth control options, it wouldn’t be so got-dang difficult to introduce birth control to women all over the world! and integrate it into their lives! just stop making birth control that hurts us and push the technology forward so it isn’t as expensive JUST A THOUGHT
Was it wisdom? Was it knowledge? Was it, once more, the deceptiveness of beauty, so that all one’s perceptions, half way to truth, were tangled in a golden mesh? or did [Mrs. Ramsay] lock up within her some secret which certainly Lily Briscoe believed people must have for the world to go on at all? Every one could not be as helter skelter, hand to mouth as she was. But if they knew, could they tell one what they knew? Sitting on the floor with her arms round Mrs. Ramsay’s knees, close as she could get, smiling to think that Mrs. Ramsay would never know the reason of that pressure, she imagined how in the chambers of the mind and heart of the woman who was, physically, touching her, were stood, like the treasures in the tombs of kings, tablets bearing sacred inscriptions, which if one could spell them out, would teach one everything, but they would never be offered openly, never made public. What art was there, known to love or cunning, by which one pressed through into those secret chambers? What device for becoming, like waters poured into one jar, inextricably the same, one with the object one adored? Could the body achieve, or the mind, subtly mingling in the intricate passages of the brain? or the heart? Could loving, as people called it, make her and Mrs. Ramsay one? for it was not knowledge but unity that she desired, not inscriptions on tablets, nothing that could be written in any language known to men, but intimacy itself, which is knowledge, she had thought, leaning her head on Mrs. Ramsay’s knee.
Nothing happened. Nothing! Nothing! as she leant her head against Mrs. Ramsay’s knee. And yet, she knew knowledge and wisdom were stored up in Mrs. Ramsay’s heart. How then, she had asked herself, did one know one thing or another thing about people, sealed as they were? Only like a bee, drawn by some sweetness or sharpness in the air intangible to touch or taste, one haunted the dome-shaped hive, ranged the wastes of the air over the countries of the world alone, and then haunted the hives with their murmurs and their stirrings; the hives, which were people. Mrs. Ramsay rose. Lily rose. Mrs. Ramsay went. For days there hung about her, as after a dream some subtle change is felt in the person one has dreamt of, more vividly than anything she said, the sound of murmuring, and, as she sat in the wicker arm-chair in the drawing room window she wore, to Lily’s eyes, an august shape; the shape of a dome.
- to the lighthouse, section 1 chapter IX (emphasis added)
A new survey from Insite Security and IBOPE Zogby International of those with liquid assets of $1 million or more found that 94% of respondents are concerned about the global unrest around the world today. … the numbers are backed up by other trends seen throughout the world of wealth today: the rich keeping a lower profile, hiring $230,000 guard dogs, and arming their yachts, planes and cars with military-style security features.
Satoshi Kanazawa, an evolutionary psychologist, is now accused of reviving the politics of eugenics by publishing the research which concludes that low IQ levels, rather than poverty and disease, are the reason why life expectancy is low and infant mortality high. His paper, published in the British Journal of Health Psychology, compares IQ scores with indicators of ill health in 126 countries and claims that nations at the top of the ill health league also have the lowest intelligence ratings.
You know, I could believe that the populations of nations ravaged by disease, poverty, and war would test poorly. I am not surprised that people could develop tests in the Western world, rush into a completely different culture (not to mention one distracted by serious internal problems), and find that the inhabitants do not respond to their tests with quite the due seriousness they do at home.
[…] This is cartoon biology, free of any constraint by fact or theory.
