Wednesday Thoughts & Blog Dispatches

"Oooh, when I love you, traffic turns to horses and they're runnin' wild" - Morley, When I Love You (courtesy womenfolk) Blaise's IM convos with Choire put ours to shame. (via Peace Dividend) Diddy runs from the city. And, as a side note: Did you know you were supposed to be boycotting Cinncinati? I'm saving this for later, as The Station Agent is next on my netflix queue. Michelle posts on On A Path in her best Generic Apathy style not knowing exactly why. It was because Damaged Goods needed to hear read it. I'm getting more and more convinced that Kanye is kind of a punk. For my neo-soul cats: Ledisi meets Chaka Khan in Santa Cruz. Reasons #'s 462, 463, and 464 of why LA is the place to be: DJ Jazzy Jeff spins at Cinespace with the Hidden Beach kids for a Jill Scott Record Release Party; Blackalicious performs for Free at the Santa Monica Pier; and, Nortec Collective does their Mariachi/electronica thing at Temple Bar. All tomorrow night. Sadly, I probably won't be at any of them as I'll be getting appropriately sauced and smelly at The Stinking Rose for Thursday Dinner®. And finally, for the giggle in you, Google in 1960. (via CyberJournalist)