hip-hop battling

Things are a bit tense these days in the world of hip-hop. To quote L. Cohen:

There is a war between the one’s who say there is a war and those who say that there isn’t

And Dylan:

Everybody’s shouting “which side are you on?”

I refer, as if you didn’t know, to the looming battle between 50 “fiddy” Cent and Kanye West. Yes, Curtis whats-his-face has claimed he’ll give up “music” if he sells less copies of his new album than Kanye W. on September 11th. No word, as yet from Kanye on his side of things.

Now, I’m normally a bit of a pacifist, but in this case I’m all for a bit of a rap battle. As far as I’m concerned, the listening public can’t lose. There’s at least a “fiddy” percent chance I’ll never need to hear from 50 cent again.

That’s not to be sniffed at.

In fact, I think this concept could catch on. Why not a three-way battle between Lindsay Lohan, Paris Hilton and Britney Spears? To the death, if possible. If not, the losers have to go live in a cave in Greenland somewhere.

Sounds good.

Chafing
You’ll be glad to know the chafing has receded, at least enough so I no longer shriek like a girl in the shower. Phew, it was getting embarrassing.

Running
An oddly serene hill session last night around the streets near my place. Hills aren’t generally all that relaxing, but last night I seemed to float up them almost effortlessly. My sense of serenity was only interrupted periodically by bloody cars blinding me with their high-beams.

Don’t they know some mad bugger will be running up hills late at night???? Don’t they think?