A friend just sent me this short film by Bruce Branit, called “World Builder.” Holographic ingenuity peppered with sentimentality. I like it. You should, too.

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It’s official: my sources for credible news reporting are now limited to Matt Taibbi (of Rolling Stone Magazine), Jon Stewart, and Stephen Colbert. And, it’s not exactly news that I would vote for Obama … if I could (Ah, sweet sweet INS!). But the lack of objective journalism is pretty revolting. Mainstream media, for all intents and purposes, will wrap its blabbering lips around the nutsacks of either David Axelrod, or Karl Rove … whomever one leaked a press release about having a fresh waxing done that week.  And no, I’m not necessarily putting those two maneuveristas on an even scale of evil … I’m sure Rove lubes up for Lucifer himself every night and actually enjoys it … but that’s a whole other ballgame. I could keep going with the juvenile wordplay, trust me. But, moving on …

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Shower me with blessings. No second-guessing.
‘Cause God, herself, is sitting on the edge of my
bed, slowly undressing. A night symbolic as the
resurrection. I’m about to slide up in the kingdom
of God with no protection.

And I can guarantee a second coming. ‘Cause I
already hear the drummer boy barumpumpum
pumming. A host of angels look at me through
your eyes. My first communion with my hands
on your thighs. You’re catching the spirit, the Holy
Ghost and the fire. Yo, this is wild.

I’m every Jay-Z album played in reverse. I’m
risen from blunt ash and stashed in a purse.
I’m smuggled over borders, contraband, ‘though
I rock. I paper. I scissor. Nah, NGH, no Glock.

- Saul Williams
The Dead Emcee Scrolls: The Lost Teachings of Hip-Hop

I realize it’s damn near two weeks late, but the second installment of Radio Elite is now available for download right here.

Having said that,

• Why do people believe the strangest things? Michael Shermer has a few ideas.
• I need a late pass for this one: scientists (at Stemagen) have successfully created the first cloned human embryo from skin cells. “Humans should not be playing god,” you say? Why, dear thinking primates, god has been playing humans for so long! Let’s flip the script and fuck around a little bit … give the “almighty” a nice little existential crisis.
• Commodes are meant to be sat on in the right direction. If you sit at a 90-degree angle, you’ll be unpleasantly surprised by a doo-doo bridge between your sphincter and the porcelain, in an ungodly tug-o-war. Unnecessary information, I know. But I’m perfect, and you’re not. Deal with it.
• Pretty intense: the impossible art of Li Wei
• A friend just asked me:
  

  the only sound advice i need now is … navigating the fine line between muffling her screams of exctasy with a pillow … and accidentally discovering you’re into necrophilia. how do i get rid of the body dude?

• I’ve ranted about cheetos in the past. And today, someone sends me a link for Random Acts of Cheetos. Unbridled hilarity of epic proportions.

That’s it. If you need me, I’ll be in the Beyond section at Bed, Bath & Beyond, licking furniture and smelling colors to improve my synesthesia.