Is Sky Ferreira's "I Blame Myself" Video Racist? Ask A Black Person!

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This week Sky Ferreira released the video for “I Blame Myself” off her debut album Night Time, My Time. You might want to head over to the SSENSE page to check it out if you haven’t already. The clip features Sky mugging around what looks to be Compton and meeting up with a bunch of…

Revolutionary concept: when it comes to thorny issues of race and gender, ask the people who might be offended for their opinion, instead of rushing in to be MORTALLY OUTRAGED on their part. (Cf. Knowles, B.)

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flavorpill:

Perhaps the saddest and most powerful message of Illmatic is that it could have been made yesterday, and that something like it may well be made tomorrow.
‘Time Is Illmatic’: Why Nas’ Classic Album Is More Relevant Than Ever

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flavorpill:

Perhaps the saddest and most powerful message of Illmatic is that it could have been made yesterday, and that something like it may well be made tomorrow.

‘Time Is Illmatic’: Why Nas’ Classic Album Is More Relevant Than Ever

I wrote this, I did

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Translating Australian to American

longhorse:

I’m constantly surprised by the fact that other countries don’t have nicknames for absolutely everything: Arvo, Maccas, ute, brissy, chockas, barbie, avos, bikkies, bottle-o, bundy, cab sav, chockie, brekkie, compo, metho, sanger, snag, spag bol, ciggie, footy, garbo, goon, kindie, pash, polly, pokies, rego, servo, sickie, smoko, stubby, tinny, trackies, vee-dub, veggo, u-ey…

Translated (for Jacob): afternoon, McDonalds, utility (kinda like a pick-up truck), Brisbane, full (short for chock-a-block, which sort of means crammed to capacity), barbecue, avocados, biscuits (or ecstasy pills haha), bottle shop (ie. liquor store), Bundaberg rum, cabernet sauvignon, chocolate, breakfast, compensation (for an accident etc), methylated spirits, sandwich, sausage, spaghetti bolognese, cigarette, football (specifically AFL), garbage collector, cheap wine that’s sold in boxes, kindergarten, make out, politician, poker machines (ie. slot machines), registration, service station (ie. gas station), sick day, smoke break, bottle of beer, can of beer, tracksuit pants (ie. sweat pants), Volkswagen, u-turn

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acatwithadick:

well fine then

For the record I said “yes if there are cats”

acatwithadick:

well fine then

For the record I said “yes if there are cats”

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Don't Blame Science Fiction for Hollywood's Race Problem

afrofuturistaffair:

(thanks for the love, flavorwire!)

Just saw this - shout out back to Afrofuturist Affair, which is one of my favorite tumblrs

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kittydothedishes:

IM STILL SO SURPRISED BY THE AMOUNT OF PPL WHO TELL OTHER PPL TO KILL THEMSELVES

Worst. Worst, worst, worst.

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"It’s so important what you’re doing in your life. It’s tremendously important to the work, and no aesthetic theories take that into account. I mean— it’s all about the work, the work, but I just went into a house for three years in the middle of nowhere, and talked to no one, and did nothing but the work, and it was a disaster for the work. I kind of think today that you’ve gotta mix it up with people, that—yeah, I’m sorry to say, but maybe the artist is the work of art, at least on some level, you know what i mean? I know I’m confusing some things here, by just putting it so crudely, but it was a disaster, to go with this romantic idea, that I’m going to go and get a house in the middle of nowhere and work on the work, and nothing else and just dedicate myself to that…you know, you need to be mixed up with people, maybe, who are doing inspirational things around you."

John Maus (via ensomatosi)

Thanks John.

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an actual chat log from years ago I just found in my tumblr drafts

me: HEY
ARE YOU THERE
CAN YOU HEAR YOUR COMPUTER GO DINK DINK DINK
I AM YELLING FOR YOU
CALLING OUT THROUGH THE ETHERNET OF THE NIGHT
RUNNING DOWN A LONELY ROAD
WITH MY FACE TO THE FUTURE AND A FIST IN THE AIR
I CAN SHATTER THE MELTING SKY
I HEAR YOUR SILENT SCREAM IN MY FINGERTIPS
ECHOING THE EMPTY STREETS
I WAS A SMALL-TOWN BOY WITH A GASOLINE HEART
AND YOU LOOKED LIKE A MATCH TO ME
I'M CALLING OUT THROUGH THE CITY RAIN
ALL RIGHT
AND YOU AND ME AND THE BOYS DOWN BY THE DOCKS ALL KNOW
NOTHING'S GONNA STOP US
I HEAR THAT WHEEL IN THE SKY TURNING
SHOUT IT OUT
IN THE HEART OF THE CITY
A YOUNG GIRL PLANTS HER FEET AND SCREAMS
LIVING FOR TONIGHT
SHE'S GOT A POCKET FULL OF FIRE
THERE'S A MIDNIGHT TRAIN ON THE PLATFORM
AND YOU KNOW MY HEART'S ON BOARD
BUT MY FEET KEEP HITTING THE SIDEWALK SEARCHING FOR YOU, GIRL
WE CAN WALK OUR SEPARATE WAYS
BUT THESE STREETLIGHTS ALL SCREAM OUT LOUD
THAT I'M YEARNING
YEARNING FOR THE TOUCH
THE FEEL
OF COTTON
LIGHT THE CITY ON FIRE
WE'LL RUN FREE TONIGHT
PERHAPS LIKE SOME VARIETY OF PANTHER
WITH THE JUNGLE EYES
IS THERE A HUNGER INSIDE YOU, GIRL?
SO DEEP WITHIN
me: oh wait, shit, you're at the bar right now, aren't you
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markrichardson:

Today I was talking to a great writer who is almost 20 years younger than I am, and this person had never heard Rickie Lee Jones’ “Chuck E’s’ in Love”. It occurs to me that you are probably much younger than I am also and that it’s possible you’ve never heard it either. So I’m posting it here because this is a good song to have in your life.

It is.

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The post-millennial resurgence in Afrofuturism has been one of the more fascinating and welcome developments of the last decade or so. This trend been written about a fair amount in relation to music — the most prominent example is Janelle Monáe and her ArchAndroid mythos, but there’s also the hyperspace hip hop of Flying Lotus and Deltron 3030 and the more esoteric work of acts like Ras G and the Afrikan Space Program, whose most recent album, Back On the Planet, was one of the under-appreciated joys of last year. And once you start digging, there’s a wealth of writing that addresses the future from the perspective of people of color, from the reasonably well-known to the fascinatingly obscure.
The problem, of course, is that none of this stuff is getting made into the sort of big-budget Hollywood extravaganzas that the layman calls to mind when he thinks of sci-fi. 

Don’t Blame Science Fiction for Hollywood’s Race Problem

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flavorpill:

The post-millennial resurgence in Afrofuturism has been one of the more fascinating and welcome developments of the last decade or so. This trend been written about a fair amount in relation to music — the most prominent example is Janelle Monáe and her ArchAndroid mythos, but there’s also the hyperspace hip hop of Flying Lotus and Deltron 3030 and the more esoteric work of acts like Ras G and the Afrikan Space Program, whose most recent album, Back On the Planet, was one of the under-appreciated joys of last year. And once you start digging, there’s a wealth of writing that addresses the future from the perspective of people of color, from the reasonably well-known to the fascinatingly obscure.

The problem, of course, is that none of this stuff is getting made into the sort of big-budget Hollywood extravaganzas that the layman calls to mind when he thinks of sci-fi. 

Don’t Blame Science Fiction for Hollywood’s Race Problem

I wrote this.

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