Random and shamless self indulgence of the best kind

one time a high school friend of mine said "you know what i love about black people?". and i'm like "what?" and they said to me, " the way they will just be walking down the street and just randomly break into a ryhme" (ala the dave chapelle skit where questlove starts drumming and the brothers in the barbershop start freestyling on autopilot to a drum beat). And before i could start ranting about how sambo of a sterotype that was...(the necessity of us rhyming like the need to sing "wade in the water" till freedom come, we just love to perform so) i shut myself up. cause i realized that i didn't have enough fingers and toes on me or my family to count how many times i've watched my youth walk down the street(alone normally) and just break into a ryhme pre-ringtone era...or broken walkman/discman era. biggie, jay, epmd,....me doing ll cool j's round the way girl. it was reciting rap scripture...easily remembered and regergitated at will for our entertainment purposes. and on the eve of the new year it was a twinkle of nice to watch a segment on today show this morning bring attention to a program that reporposes that natural ease of lyric playback. the educational program "flocabulary", that uses rap to teach various school subjects, appears to be the the complete antethesis to the retro "ebonics" debated in oakland , ca way back in 96'. some times sequels are better. especially when the producers respect the audience and the source material. see for yourself ...also, prior to hearing about this progrom, one of my favorite rhymes heard or unheard for strictly lyrical cuteness follows.

so i feel like i should give a proper introduction to this collection. things with what i consider a common asthetic. i am a horder of these images and styles in my mind's scrapbook. i break them out to share with friends because they make me smile, and have the proven stamp of timelessness. these images, fashions, designs, ideas, jokes, concepts, etc. are in the junkyard of my head and i think they're fly. sometimes they're corny. sometimes they're considered tacky. but i love them and plan to share them and remember or intoduce them here to you. alright formality is not me. enough with the small talk. and hello.