Which would you like first, diverting links or the cute kid story? OK, the links. Here they are:
Topical and Political:
- A remix of various George Bush speeches so that he seems to be talk-singing John Lennon's "Imagine." Eerie. Fabulous. If only. (Thanks to The Empress for sending me this one.) Click on the "Imagine This" link, the last song on the "Mediacracy" collection. There's other good stuff there, too -- have fun!
- The Legendary K.O. remixes and rewrites Kanye West's "Gold Digger" and turns it into "George Bush Doesn't Care About Black People" (sampling West's quote, of course). (Seen at Apophenia.) Some of the best lines (imho):
Five damn days, five long days
And at the end of the fifth, you walkin' in like "Heeey"
- Zach Braff has a blog! Who knew?
- If you want your Kanye West remixes without Katrina topicality, here's a link to Lush Life's remix of West with the Beach Boys' "Pet Sounds." Really. (Seen at Not...Zombie.)
Now, first of all, I feel a little bit at a serious disadvantage in the blogosphere. I can't do Friday Cat Blogging because I no longer have a cat, and I don't have kids either, so I can't regularly tell cute kid stories like Bitch Ph.D. (among others) does. However, today, in honor of a gorgeous late summer day in my neighborhood full of happily playing kids, I am going to borrow a short and sweet story from my Boyfriend about his nephew.
Boyfriend's Nephew is a very cool little kid and as the middle boy between two girls, he's doing that 'figuring-out-who-I-am-and-where-I-fit' thing (the age 7 version -- not the teen version). As it just so happens, one way he's expressing this is through his hair (okay, maybe it is a *little* like the teen version of self-expression).
So, right before school started, when his mother was about to buzz off his summer-sun-grown, sun-bleached hair, he asked for a mohawk. And his mom acquiesced. And then he decided he wanted the mohawk to be red, as well. And she agreed to that, too. And Boyfriend's Nephew was so proud and happy of his cool new hair. And then his father saw it. *He* hated it. He wanted it shaved off. But Boyfriend's Nephew said no, that it was his hair and he wanted it that way. (And his mom backed him up.) And so off to the first week of school the expressive and defiant little punkster went, where all the kids -- including the oh-so-important Older Kids -- came up to him and told him how cool his hair was. And he was the happiest little kid ever. :)
Rock on, Boyfriend's Nephew! The end.
[Update: people e-mailed me to ask if I had a picture of the mohawk. (Hey folks, you can use the Comments function, you know!) Yes, in fact, I do. I don't want to put kids' pictures on the web, so I'll just give you the mohawk part (and no, I didn't crop off the top - that's in the original). Here you go....]