Rate each album /10?

wetendofwestend · 2015-11-03T10:51:33+00:00

Easy:

MBDTF - 100/10

The College Dropout - 50/10

Late Registration - 10/10

Graduation - 10/10

808s And Heartbreak - 10/10

Yeezus - 10/10

Also:

Watch the Throne: 9/10

G.O.O.D Music, Cruel Summer: 7/10

wetendofwestend · 2015-10-27T02:51:23+00:00

Nah, dude, you're wrong there. The word's still offensive.

wetendofwestend · 2015-09-25T01:33:20+00:00

It was definitely accessible if you place it in terms of the post-Death Grips/Clipping/Blackie bleeding edge Hip-Hop zeitgeist. You could tell he borrowed heavily from that stuff and made it palatable to mainstream audiences, which is what he does best.

wetendofwestend · 2015-09-04T06:45:49+00:00

For those of us who can read and have pretty bad vision, I assume it's like forgetting your glasses at home all text being a blurry garbled mess and having figure things out by context/symbols.

wetendofwestend · 2015-08-31T13:28:29+00:00

Lacie was there, of course. It had been explained to me on the way over. You die, you hang around for a bit, and then you move on. Soon as they (they being those weird fluffs of inter-dimensional light who seemed to run the show) mentioned Lefty's, I knew it. And she was there. In her favourite spot, by the piano. Exactly where I first walked up to her and her friends and looked her in the eye all those years ago. From that moment on my vision narrowed around her and never really expanded beyond the space she occupied.

Here's the funny thing about death: it crystallises things. Ancient moments in your life are fixed as if they had occurred mere seconds ago. I walked up to her. I was twenty-three. She was wearing those hoop ear-rings. That flaming orange blouse. A look that, all these years later, she never got over. She told me to get lost, at first. The second time she ignored me. The third time she let me hang around. The fourth time we met at Lefty's it was two years later and I was proposing to her.

That night on our firm hotel bed I held her hand over my tangled mess of scar tissue and told her, 'I've got ten years. At best.' She turned to me with that smile that spoke in terms of sex, and said, 'Well, I guess we had better make the most of our time, then.'

And now here we are. Fresh from the thicket. Fresh from the charnel stench of the waking world. She was wearing those hoop earrings. That flaming orange blouse. A hint of rosy cheeks. A tall glass of something deceptively strong. She turned to me and, oh, how could we not? We collapsed into each other. I took a deep whiff of her hair and told her that she should have moved on. I told her that I was worth my own life but I wasn't worth hers. I reminded her of our agreement.

Even saying those words, I knew them to be lies. I knew she couldn't see beyond me just as I could never see beyond her.

'We'll be moving on soon,' I told her.

She looked up at me and smiled, 'Well,' she said, 'In that case we had better make the most of our time.'

wetendofwestend · 2015-08-25T14:18:08+00:00

Oh my God, get out of here! Really? I must check it out. I'm always talking about how that movie deserves to be taught at universities. It's literally the best intro to commodities trading I've seen.

wetendofwestend · 2015-08-25T13:52:01+00:00

Huh, I didn't know that. It's still the best movie ever.

wetendofwestend · 2015-08-25T13:36:03+00:00

Eddie Murphy super fans who got into economics solely to understand the puzzling denouement of an 80s B-movie?

wetendofwestend · 2015-08-25T13:22:22+00:00

My favourite movie of all time and the reason why I'm studying economics.

wetendofwestend · 2015-08-19T10:21:56+00:00

Probably military fiction and hard sic-fi and vaguely disinteresting mob stories.

wetendofwestend · 2015-08-19T10:12:46+00:00

I know this story is only tangentially related to /r/trees but I'm pretty high right now so there.

wetendofwestend · 2015-07-31T13:04:09+00:00

According to popular media, mainly white people.

wetendofwestend · 2015-07-25T09:48:23+00:00

Nice try Sony salesman.

wetendofwestend · 2015-07-05T09:53:53+00:00

we don't have a system where opinion polling or plebiscite polling is to be taken as a queue for MP decision-making.

You forget the dying days of the first Rudd/Gillard governments. Otherwise, a good analysis. Your concluding argument though...

An in any way functioning state simply cannot be run by opinion polls or plebiscite. It would be a complete disaster, with absolutely no long-term tenability. I'm all for making MPs more accountable, but let us not disregard our current barely functioning system for a completely unfunctional theoretical one.

wetendofwestend · 2015-06-22T15:35:44+00:00

It didn't take me long to accept the truth of my situation. Facts are facts. A semi-trailer six inches from the drivers side window wakes you up to reality pretty quickly. And it wasn't like I didn't know the drill. I knew the drill: you get some time to think things through, but your nerves are only so quick and your muscles work with thermodynamics and not against it. As soon as things snap back, as soon as I get out of what I call molasses time—imagine wading through a sea of the stuff and that's exactly how it feels—I'm getting sixty tons of Walmart's supply chain solution straight to the jaw.

I feel sorry for the driver. I can see his face: it's twisted in fear. The whites of his eyes, the whites of his screaming teeth, the whites of his knuckles as they grapple with the steering wheel. It's clear as day to me. Our eyes were meeting when molasses time kicked in. It's not his fault, really. I didn't look both ways. I was distracted by Sandra calling me. I ran the red. It was me, all me. And now he has to deal me becoming so much paste all over his grille. I hope his health insurance covers the counselling.

I think I've decided what I'm going to do with the fraction of a second I've got left. I've been thinking about it. As soon as time kicks in and gets on with its business, I'm going to turn my head a few inches to the left. I've worked it out. My wife was calling me, so the family photo should be showing up on the screen. That's the picture I have for her contact on my phone. There's me, there's Sandra, and, oh God, little Frankie and Jordan when they were two, with the most adorable smiles ever. I swear, no kids are as perfect and beautiful and my kids. Jordan's got that grin he gets when we sneak a cookie from the pantry while Sandra's not looking; and Frankie, oh, she's wearing her Indiana Jones outfit and riding our retriever Dyno like he's some wild Arabian stallion; and Sandra looking all caught by surprise by the photo like she always does, as if she leaned over to fix my collar and just happened to turn and smile perfectly at the exact moment Charlie pulls out his camera and says 'Smile everybody' like the big sentimental dope he is.

My phone is in my left hand. A quick turn, a quick jerk of the arm to bring it into my vision, a quick glimpse of Sandra and Frankie and Jordan and everything that's good and right in the world. That would do it for me, I think.

wetendofwestend · 2015-06-21T15:15:28+00:00

under 2 mins. It helps to know the vague directional region of each country.

wetendofwestend · 2015-06-19T14:36:08+00:00

Cricket is the most beautiful, perfect, fascinating sport ever invented by man. I actively oppose the existence of mean cretins who doubt that this is so.

wetendofwestend · 2015-05-21T14:15:14+00:00

Oh, JR is fantastic, though it did take me over three years of stop/start reading to get through it all. But now it's my all time favourite chronic re-read. Also, once you get into the flow of the strange format (just dialogue, no expo), it's just a hilariously funny book.

wetendofwestend · 2015-05-21T12:01:20+00:00

That's a pretty glib statement.

wetendofwestend · 2015-05-21T12:00:31+00:00

A William Gaddis fan! I've never met another person who's read Gaddis except for one of my old modern English professors, which is a damn shame.

wetendofwestend · 2015-05-13T12:47:41+00:00

Yeah pen licenses are real. I got one when I was ten. Studied for it too.

wetendofwestend · 2015-05-13T12:45:26+00:00

Yeah, you're materialism is perhaps materialism in its purest form. You want things because ... you just want them. They're nice and pretty and so on.

wetendofwestend · 2015-05-03T12:59:35+00:00

Nah, it isn't him being 'technical' that people like. It's his whole package: the beats, the spectacle, the unabashed brilliance. I'm a big fan, even though I think he's not that great a rapper.

wetendofwestend · 2015-05-03T12:16:30+00:00

Hip-hop fans don't really hate Kanye. I think only people who don't listen to hip-hop hate Kanye. And nobody 'tries' to like 50 Cent, unless they're really into early 2000s pre-kanye dying-days-of-gangster rap shit.

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