A Funkaoshi Production

Over the weekend I saw a tweet, “Donald Glover is doing what Kanye thinks he’s doing.” Glover is really operating at a whole other level.

“Kanye West, a god in this time, awakened, recently, from a long public slumber to embrace Donald Trump.” Ta-Neshi Coates on Kanye’s return to the lime-light.

Six months ago, a parks official cleaning out an office came across two cardboard boxes that had been sitting around for decades. Inside were 2,924 color slides, pictures made in parks across New York City’s five boroughs late in the summer of 1978. No one had looked at them for 40 years.

I sometimes daydream about what it must be like to move around frictionless in this society. The closest I come to it is when I am abroad. But it must be amazing—so amazing that white people will call the National Guard to protect it at all costs.

This whole article is so quotable I don’t know where to start.

I picked up a switch before our trip to Australia to play on the plane. (Well, that was my excuse anyway.) When they announced this “game” I picked it up in the hopes I can use it to teach Mythilli programming. Let’s see!

I feel bad for people in stressful situations, but it’s also hard to sympathize with people stressed about buying million dollar houses in Oakville.

This is incredible.

Perhaps one of the most unexpected tags was during Mike’s father’s funeral. During the service, he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to find Joe mouthing, “You’re it.” Afterwards, he said his father would have approved, because he found our game hilarious.

What!

Easily my biggest inspiration when building this site. The site has really peaked again over the last year or two. If you’ve stopped reading you should check it out once again.

I tried to relax. I thought of the upcoming festival. I thought of how you can spend your whole life wanting something, just to freeze up when you finally get it. On this island, I was an obvious outsider; I clearly didn’t belong. Every (heavenly) bowl of ramen burnt the hell out of my throat. But I could ask a cop for directions and I knew he wouldn’t blow me away.

This article is amazing, and not what I expected it to be at all. A Black gay American writes about his travels in Japan.

I went on to tell him that this marked the third time in the past eight months that I had been stopped by police. Every time the initial questions had been the same: ‘Do you live around here? Is this your vehicle?’ In every case, I wasn’t issued a ticket.

The profile of Brendan Fraser I didn’t know I wanted.

Holy shit this story is terrifying.

An old article from 2006 about the drama and squabbling behind the proof of the Poincaré Conjecture. My friend Terry sent it to me. It’s a fascinating read, even if you aren’t into mathematics.

The Fields Medal held no interest for him, Perelman explained. “It was completely irrelevant for me,” he said. “Everybody understood that if the proof is correct then no other recognition is needed.”

For once in my life I didn’t feel like the nigger. As I sat comfortably at a coffee shop, gawking at a group of Israeli soldiers harassing a Palestinian teenager, it was clear who was the nigger. My American passport, ironically, had awarded me a higher position in the social hierarchy of Jerusalem than it did in my hometown of Chicago. As insensitive as it sounds, it was almost a feeling of relief to be out of oppression’s crosshairs for a moment, albeit a very short one.

This comic is worth your time.

Some serious Caligula in San Fransisco. A follow up from Paul Biggar touches on how things are even more fucked up.

If you haven’t seen the original video, it’s amazing. As he notes, “as soon as the video opens immediately it’s offensive. immediately.” The video opens with a white guy rapping, and if you don’t know who Joyner Lucas is, you’re going to assume he’s this white guy who starts his rap as follows:

With all due respect
I don’t have pity for you black niggas, that’s the way I feel
Screamin’ “Black Lives Matter”
All the black guys rather be deadbeats than pay your bills
Yellin’ “Nigga this” and “Nigga that”
Call everybody “Nigga” and get a nigga mad
As soon as I say “Nigga” then everyone react
And wanna swing at me and call me racist ‘cause I ain’t black

This is awesome. “Portland’s top brass said it was OK to swipe your garbage—so we grabbed theirs.”