someone fooled me into watching top gun this weekend. most of you have probably seen, but for those of you who haven't had the pleasure...everything you've ever heard about it being the most homoerotic picture to come out of late twentieth century American cinema is all too true. the sexual tension between maverick and iceman is palpable, and frankly, they really should have made out. at least. maybe then that shit would be worth watching.
second, i'm totally listening to d'angelo's "untitled (how does it feel)" right now, which obviously makes me think about the music video (in which he spends the entire song naked from the waist up, making sweet, sweet love to the camera.) apparently, he went kind of crazy as a direct result of that video. i guess d'angelo felt pressured to maintain that supa-fly physique, and began exercising obsessively and became depressed and has yet to put out another album.
this is what i've been told. i'm pretty gullible, so it's quite possible the person who told me this was just effing with me...but i'd like to think it's the truth. that's some dramatic ish right there.
on a more serious note (not that there's anything more serious than d'angelo's self-confidence issues):
the new yorker abstract
ahh, nadia is BRILLIANT, and i can't believe people are still talking about this. it's highly unfortunate that such an awesome professor could get so caught up in silly university politics. thank god she's got her tenure now, so it's all good in the proverbial hood.
i'm outskis, but more later every buddy!
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