Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Man Has Friendship Privileges Revoked, Returned To "Acquaintance" Status

Steve Cocksure recently received a telegram in the mail from what he thought were his new friends. Unfortunately, the telegram was an official, "rescinding of certain friendship privileges." Enough privileges were stripped that Steve is no longer categorized as a "new friend," but has actually been reverted back to "new acquaintance" status.

Here is the letter:

Dear Mr. Cocksure,

Not all of us involved with composing this letter know each other personally, but we've recently been united by a common thread. That thread is the feeling that you have perhaps crossed the friendship threshold line too quickly.

All of us signed at the bottom have gone out with you a couple times, and actually enjoyed your company somewhat. You have a modicum of intelligence, you're not completely unattractive, and you do seem to have a kind well-intentioned heart. While we kind of enjoyed the official "press release" you sent over e-mail, declaring us as your "new best friends," unfortunately there are some other actions you have taken that are a bit disconcerting, and we prefer not to deal with them until our "relationship" is more firmly established:
- calling us at work to complain about your job
- calling us after work to complain about your love life
- calling us in the middle of the night to ask if we're still friends, because your last friends bailed on you in the middle of the night
- calling us every time you get a new movie from NetFlix in the mail
- insulting us, then dismissing it by saying, "I'm just kidding, it's just jokes between friends, right?"
- telling us, "you don't act like you used to in the good 'ol days" Especially since the "good 'ol days" were last week
-offering heartfelt speeches about how we can shape up our lives, even though we barely know you
- farting in our faces
The last is a particularly inflexible demand.

See most of us believe that friendships and relationships build and evolve over time, and are not officially declared in a mock press release. So for the time being we have decided to return you to "new acquaintance" status. Effective immediately. This means that we only want to see or hear from you if we call you with a specific invite to a specific bar to laugh and joke in a particularly cavalier fashion. No heart-to-heart conversation. No follow-up with a movie from NetFlix after. And definitely no farting in one's face and laughing about it.

If things go smoothly, we will slowly dole out extra privileges as appropriate (though the farting bit usually takes at least a decade before it is even begrudgingly tolerated).

In a few months we sincerely hope to call you friend, but for now please respect our wishes.

Respectfully,

Your New Acquaintances
(names omitted)

Vote Or Die: The Trequel (This time it's really really personal)

So I don't know who nominated me for The URBS awards. If I did, I'd probably do a song for you.

No, not one of those with the acoustic guitar and singing and ish. I don't do that.

Anyblog, at the time of publishing, I was up for :

World's Best Urban Music Blog

World's Hottest Urban Blogger (insert astonished self-deprecating comment here)

and

World's Best Urban Blog (actually I'm not nominated for this ... yet)


I don't know exactly how it works. They say these are just nominations, but it also seems like they want people to vote on the nominations to whittle it down.

But since we all know a negro is a longshot to win anything having to do with the word "urban," or the word "award," that means we have a chance to make some political history here.

So as I see it you have too two choices:

Vote TAN


or

Vote Racism

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

What's Wrong With Barry Bonds???

So I was talking to a new negro friend of mine recently. Though it may be a [former] new negro friend since he's been incommunicado since I raised this issue.

The issue is I told this guy that he looks like Barry Bonds. Particularly in the face, since, you know, obviously I wasn't checking out his or Barry's bod.

Anyways, I first mentioned the idea in person. And he laughed and said, "stop joking man, you're an asshole," or something to that effect. And I do joke a lot in person, so I can understand that as a muscle memory reflex to something I say.

But I have since mentioned it a couple times in e-mail, and I feel the tension is building in that someone's beating-a-dead-horse-that-no-one-wanted-to-ride-in-the-first-place kind of way. I keep pushing the Bonds' likeness, and he doesn't like it.

But I refuse to give my ground. I think the guy looks like Barry Bonds. And more to the point, I don't think looking like Barry Bonds is an automatic punchline, or anything to be ashamed of. Looks to me like he's got the symmetry , clear skin, and proportional features all working fine. Thereby making him a reasonable demonstration of handsomeness in a negro male.

Am I missing something here? Is there something wrong with Barry Bonds physically?

Your input is appreciated.
Thanks
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Hi Guys. Thanks Guys. Bye Guys.

Sitemeter tells me I was TotalFarked. So I think that means it was a good day.
Also want to say thanks to Gary, who has a nice little collection of posts for geniuses and non-geniuses alike, including TAN.

And to the Big Apple Blog Festival with a roundup of posts by NYC bloggers, including TAN.

And to Sean at Bonfire of the Vanities, a roundup of the worst posts. Where my effect on Kate Moss gets a link.

If you feel underappreciated by me, please know that I've already thanked God and a million others. Consider yourself included, or poop.


Now back to my bodyguard dealing with some silly commenter.

The Greatest Beatdown Of All Time

I don't know what was going on Monday. Jugglers and talking dogs. Looks like the PG-13 police broke into TAN again. Or maybe it was a Thanksgiving hangover.

Luckily I recently got a letter of kudos from the lady behind Tajstoyevsky. And she has provided the yang to counterbalance the juggling yin.

But first a couple lines of props for her blog.

Now I have a thing for my boys Fyodor and Friedrich, so anything paying homage to their legacy I'm going to be partial towards.

But the thing I like is I know a lot of corny ass herb bloggers would be like, "yeah man, I'm going to do a blog and pay tribute to Dostoyevsky. And I'm going to, like, talk about him every post. And transcribe all his books page by page and add my snarkily ironic perspective during each post/page."

But what me and Tajstoyevsky and some others realize is that Fyodor and Friedrich are a state of mind. You don't so much talk about it. You live it. Will to power bitches. That's what it's about.

So in my opinion, that's how you get choice quotables like, "I may have let a Puerto Rican just put the tip in, but I ain't making no flan!"

Anyways, this is all an unnecessary segue/intro to the video of the greatest beatdown ever. If you've never seen it before, you're in luck. If you have, it's worth another replay.

Three things to look out for:

1. the line, "Please don't show me dat at this point and time."

2. the police car driving by without even a pause

3. the "dragged by the hair into the street" maneuver


If anyone knows this girl, tell her I'm looking to hire her as TAN bodyguard/commander-in-chief.


Monday, November 28, 2005

Dogs Explain Why They Poop In The House

I was actually thinking about doing this earlier in the year, so I'm annoyed Purina stole my innovative "talking dog" concept.

These are fairly amusing though.

Self Admitted Poopers Explain Themselves

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Mondays Are For Jugglers

A little backed up today.

But in the meantime, in between time....

There is an update to The NeverEnding Interview. some keywords are: tallness, redheads, new years eve, old fat white lady.


And since I'm backed up primarily due to my ineffective juggling (of work) skills. I thought I'd point out a couple guys who are better than me.

There's this guy. Who's ok, but benefits from the soundtrack.

Then there's this guy who I was sent video on. He's pretty darn impressive by the end.





But can he juggle, rap, and blog at the same time? That's the real question.

Saturday, November 26, 2005

Why This Thanksgiving Was Different From All The Rest

So I’ve been asked the usual round of “how was your thanksgiving” questions. And normally the question barely merits a response, but this year I had a little variation to my standard day of eating a lot but never really doing much thanking or giving.

However, in order to properly explain why Thanksgiving Day was different this year, I have to go back to August 18th 2005. In hindsight this day would be identified as the day where Act One of my life came to a dramatic conclusion.

A few days previous (8/15) I got a call from my father’s recording studio, saying someone had called there looking for me. The caller said they hosted a radio show and wanted to interview me about my collective The Blue Room, and a show I did in the spring, The Ultimate Battle: Poets Versus Rappers.

So of course, rapper/writer/not-yet-blogger star that I am, I had to ice the interviewer a couple days before getting back to them. I had way too much panhandling, walking of dogs, and begging friends for money to do to call her back immediately.

The day I returned the call was August 18th. We talked about The Blue Room. And we talked about the show I did. And the radio show she does. And we arranged to talk more over e-mail and subsequently schedule the radio interview.

Here is the thread of the e-mail exchange that followed:

On 8/18/05, Honey wrote:
Hi [TAN], This is star, Program Manager/Director of Harlem 411. I spoke to you earlier today (Thursday. 8/18) about setting up a radio interview on WHCR 90.3FM. Per our last conversation, I asked that you send me some info about your organization “Blue Room Hip Hop.” The info should include when your organization started, how the idea came about, what type of Hip Hop does the Blue Room produce, etc.. This info will help our host develop a dialogue, and inform the audience about your organization. Once I get this info I will get back to you with a time for the segment/interview. My show comes on every Friday 6-8 pm. You can also let me know how your schedule is. If you have any questions about this interview, please let me know.

Also, I’m not trying to be dramatic, but please take into consideration the info I’m about to share with you. If you want to share it with anyone else you could. This info is to be shared with yourself, me (Honey), and Bunny. Do you remember us? We miss you very much, and we’ve been looking for you for years because we love you. All of us are not kids anymore, we are grown and mature. I’m sure we can talk. I wish and hope you would get back to me/reply to this email. I truly look forward to hearing from you again.

[phone ####]

[e-mail]

Regards,
HoneyStar
On 8/18/05 TAN wrote:
I can get you some materials later this evening....

I'm not completely understanding the second paragraph :

<< "Also, I'm not trying to be dramatic, but please take into
consideration the info I'm about to share with you. If you want to share it with anyone else you could. This info is to be shared with yourself, me (Honey), and Bunny. Do you remember us? We miss you very much, and we've been looking for you for years because we love you. All of us are not kids anymore, we are grown and mature. I'm sure we can talk. I wish and hope you would get back to me/reply to this email. I truly look forward to hearing from you again." >>

Is this intended for me, or accidentally included? If it's relevant
to me, can you please explain more.

Thanks,

TAN
On 8/18/05, Honey wrote:
Okay, let me try to explain this again.

Is this [old TAN nickname]? Son of [TAN's father], and [TAN's mother]. Do you remember [TAN's mother] having a baby daughter name "Honey"? That's me. Do you remember Bunny, [TAN's mother's niece], [aunt J's] daughter. You use to live on common wealth Ave. in the Bronx, sound view. You was young/little, I know you remember. I have pictures to verify
On 8/18/05, TAN wrote:
I"m speechless.

This is unbelievable ....


I'm going to take an indeterminate amount of time to comprehend this ... and then I will call or e-mail again ....

-TAN
On 8/18/05, Honey wrote:
Okay no problem. I understand it's shocking for you, take your time. It's the same way for me as well, to have finally found you. Please feel free to contact me anytime when your ready, and I'll tell you much more.

Much love,

Honey
On 8/18/05 TAN wrote:
indeterminate equaled about ten minutes ....

do you have pics? do you have a site? If you saw/see the video on my site, I'm the guy doing the song.

I'm still coming back down to earth, but I would say I'd like to talk asap, and meet asap. I did my little research and saw the pieces in "the Citizen". And the byline reading you live in Harlem. I live in East harlem - if you don't know?? Do you know? What do you know?? How did this finding come about??? Feel free to disclose whatever you want ... though I'm not sure if you just want to wait to meet? ....

let me know

-TAN
On 8/18/05, Honey wrote:
I definitely want to meet, and talk to you ASAP as well. How's your schedule? Yes, I do live in Harlem. I didn't know you lived in Harlem as well. I would like to discuss, and answer all the questions you have, including the one's below. Your friend ([name's] younger brother) from Prep for Prep helped me out in finding you. Also [name's] friend who is my cousin, [name] helped me. Do you remember her? She's an outstanding muscian/bassist. There's so much I want to talk to you about, I don't think I can write it in one email.
On 8/18/05 TAN wrote:
Schedule??!!? Do you think you consult the schedule in this type of scenario?

Not I ...


I'm about to call ....


*inhale ....*
So 8/18/05 was the day I exhaled and [re]discovered I have a sister. And this Thanksgiving was the first one I spent with her. And since I'm nothing but a hard-candy-shell covering a chewy-gooey center I'm going to have to stop talking about this now and simply say it was a happy thanksgiving, and I'm very happy, and giving thanks for the new person in my life.

The picture below is one of me and my newly found / long-lost sister. It was taken upstate, a couple days after the e-mail exchange listed above. I don't know why I'm not smiling. I might still be in shock. Or I might just be trying to make sure everyone notices how beautiful she is.

TAN/TAN's Long-Lost Sister
a picture/moment twenty-three years in the making

Friday, November 25, 2005

America The Meritocracy

Sometimes it's easy to forget what makes this country of ours so great.

It's because if you're good at what you do, and show some drive, you will most likely be rewarded.

Hence, George W. Bush is our president.

And Mike Brown, the former FEMA director, is starting a new "disaster preparedness consulting firm":

"If I can help people focus on preparedness, how to be better prepared in their homes and better prepared in their businesses -- because that goes straight to the bottom line -- then I hope I can help the country in some way," Brown told the Rocky Mountain News for its Thursday editions.

more ...

In somewhat related news I'm apparently in the running for the "White Man Of The Year" award
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Bursting Your Bubble

The day after Thanksgiving is still commonly referred to as "Black Friday" and regarded as the biggest shopping day of the year. (by the way this is a rare association with the word black that is actually positive, since it represents stores going from the "red" to the "black")

But apparently that's no longer the case.
And the truth is that sales peak on the last Saturday before Christmas. Which makes a lot more sense considering how much we as a country love to procrastinate (waddup New Orleans).


And speaking of busting bubbles. Don't you think having a piece of street lamp fall on you and force you to the hospital courtesy of an oversized out-of-control M&M balloon would be a big enough "sign" that maybe, just maybe, you don't need to waste away your time watching floats and the like proceed down the street in a single file line on Thanksgiving Day?

Well not for these two parade diehards.

TANiel-san's Mentor Goes To The Big Waxing Room In The Sky

If you're like me, then you learned half of what you know from Yoda, and the other half from Mr. Miyagi.

So yesterday we all got a little less wiser when our favorite karate mentor went to that great big dojo in the sky.


Catching flies with chopsticks, wax on - wax off, the dry wit and wisdom ... yes Mr. M was the super we all hope to have cleaning our halls someday. How he lost the best supporting actor award in 1984 is beyond me.

Did you know Hilary Swank was featured in the third Karate Kid sequel?

Pat was helping kids reach their potential on screen and off.

Here's a little snippet of info on Mr. M's background:
After the war[WWII], Morita's family tried to repair their finances by operating a Sacramento restaurant. It was there that Morita first tried his comedy on patrons.

Because prospects for a Japanese-American standup comic seemed poor, Morita found steady work in computers at Aerojet General. But at age 30 he entered show business full time.

"Only in America could you get away with the kind of comedy I did," he commented. "If I tried it in Japan before the war, it would have been considered blasphemy, and I would have ended in leg irons. "


So sometime today make sure you raise a leftover turkey leg in honor of Pat Morita.

TANiel-san out
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Wednesday, November 23, 2005

More TAN Lists

Inanimate Objects That Are Prone To Incredibly Polarizing Love/Hate Relationships

snooze button


hot and cold knobs in the shower

bosses

mirrors

scales

tweezers


Phrases That Might Provoke A Hip Hop Riot To Break Out

Hi. How are you?

This is my girlfriend [name].

Alright y’all, shows just about over.

I was sitting there.

I’m gonna go to the bathroom.


Popular Items Thrown When A Hip Hop Fight Breaks Out

chairs

mothers

north face puffy jackets

du rags

domepieces


Things You Learn About Your Boyfriend/Girlfriend After They Move In With You

they’re boring

they’re not that interesting

they’re stupid

they take too long to hit the snooze button in the morning

they’re controlling

they have no concept of time when in the shower

they’re only funny one to two hours of the day, which used to be the one to two hours of the day you spent with them, but now is the one to two hours of the day you don’t

TAN Lists

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

What's The Formula Yo? (audio)

It's Formula 5-0.

I wouldn't be a writer/marketing guy/artist if I didn't try to tastefully point out my satisfaction in being able to post audio that seems synergistically tied to a theme currently in the news / on Gawker.

A couple weeks ago I jumped on the Krucoff story. This week the theme is 50 Cent.

In the spring of this year, myself and a few other music professionals were asked by the incredibly smart people at Snap Marketing to help them brainstorm an experiential marketing campaign. One that would link their client Glaceau/VitaminWater with the forthcoming Anger Management Tour and VitaminWater spokesman 50 Cent.

And not having been a drinker of VitaminWater's "Formula 50" up until that point, I remember thinking, "this guy has nothing but a story about being shot nine times, and an ability to rap, and he is everywhere and into everything." Cause I don't know about you, but for me 50 Cent and the VitaminWater brand doesn't immediately spring to mind as a natural symbiotic connection.

It showed the power of a good story
, tied in with a proactive, open-minded, and creative approach to marketing and self-promotion.

And I think since I was in the process of getting my CD finished, and rebranding myself as a solo artist, and reading about how stories are the essence of good marketing, and perhaps life in general, I really embraced the lesson.

I used to think self-promoter = asshole. But now here I am trying to tell my story to anyone who'll listen/read, and Nerve.com calls me one of the "best self-promoters we've ever met."

I guess I still think a lot of self-promoters are assholes (including myself), but I realize now that if you do have a good story, whether it's for the kids or not, the asshole part isn't determined by self-promoting, it's determined by the story/product behind it. Selling isn't the problem. Selling shit is.

The only thing that concerns me with the 50 phenomenon, is that I don't see enough winks. I don't see enough knowing smiles. Perhaps it's just brand commitment and solidarity. Kind of like the Republicans during a presidential election year. Your actual premise/content matters less if you have tons of people uniformly supporting it.

So if Fifty doesn't let up on the violence. That's just good business. Focused niche marketing. And I can't hate on that, my feelings about the hip hop image beginning to shift away from "empowerment through criminality" notwithstanding.

But I like to think I take the more difficult road.

The safe model says put yourself in a box and stick with it, so people know how to classify you. When you want sexy(?)-thug with a violent street edge and poppy hooks, you want 50 Cent.

With TAN, now three months in, you're probably still not sure what you're going to get. Maybe some jokes, maybe some philosophizing, maybe some audio, maybe some panhandling with the bloggerati. My formula's a little different.

See I don't know if my writing skills, or rapping skills, or humor skills are remarkable in and of themselves. But I do think the range of things I bring to the table is fairly unique, and has the potential to make a great story.

One that is in progress and hopefully landing in Show Me The Moneyville sometime soon.

So anyways. After the Snap Marketing brainstorm, i wanted to show off those hip hop skills, and make a little something something that incorporated Snap and VitaminWater and Formula 50. It seemed odd to me that you would have a rapper for a spokesman but not have a song or something done by him. So TAN stepped in to fill the void and knocked this ditty out in less time than it takes to read the funny copy on a Glaceau label.

And quite frankly, when considering the VitaminWater brand: sarcastic, witty, intelligent, layered, approachable, conversational, modern, independent, does things different, tongue and cheek, don't you think TAN would make a much better representative for VitaminWater than 50Cent. I mean, come on.

Only problem is I don't have millions of people buying my record. But I'm working on it.

So with that intro I present, "What's The Formula Yo?"

the cast of characters this time around includes:

Dave, Abe, Ed, and Arron over at Snap

Darius Bikoff who formed Glaceau and the VitaminWater brand in '96.

And I guess that's it.

Well aside from the unnamed girl who is the subject of my favorite line:

"I told the girl it was nutrient enhanced
yo, she put her booty in my hands..."

drop it like it's hot, drink it when we say so




you done it again TAN, where's those lyrics



tell VitaminWater TAN should be taking 50's place


more TAN audio

Now go drink a vitaminwater
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Models Go GaGa After Getting Some Of That TAN Lovin'

So gawker has the video you don't want to miss, but they're missing the real storyline:

This is Kate.


This is Kate after getting some of that good TAN lovin'.


Alternatively called, "why when you go black, you never go back."

KC knows what I'm talking about. holla at ya boy.

by the by, me and Kate go way back

word
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The Name Of The Year Award Goes To ...

I found out via NYC Sassy Girl that Arrested Development created the best character name ever created.

She implores people to watch the show:
Why? They have a new character, (played by Scott Baio people!! Chachi!) a lawyer, whose name is Bob Loblaw.

Say the name out loud. Ok, now you too will be saying Bob Loblaw and laughing over and over again in an endless cycle of inane hilarity.

I'm not going to be able to hold a normal conversation for a couple days.

Monday, November 21, 2005

Make Some Noise Cause TAN Is For The Kids

my traffic base is steadily increasing. To which I say awwwwww yeeeeeah.

But for some reason since my oh-so-memorable 100th post, it's been awfully quiet in here.

So, I don't know, I don't want to impose on your blog styze. I know bloggers be trying to keep it real too, on some whatever, whatever ish. You gonna do what you gonna do. TAN ain't alladat, blahzay-blah.

But all I'm saying is if you in motherfcukin' club TAN, and you chillin' checking out this and that, can you make a little noise please? Even if you wanna be like, "yo, that ni$$a TAN is wack son." Whatever. Let people know you up in this piece. Don't forget hip hop is in the building. And hip hop is about respectfully letting motherfcukers know you up in this piece. This motherfcukin' piece called life. Knowhumsayin'?

Plus, you know, we tryin' to keep it lively. So, you know, the kids can come through and see it poppin', and see the white people and the black people chillin', getting down with the asian and the whatever other people, without all the killin' and ish. And they can be like, word, you know what, I ain't gonna kill this motherfcuker today. I'm gonna be cool.

Cause as you know, with these kids today, appearances are everything.

And if you didn't know, ask Jack.

Or Heather.

Or Larry.

So don't comment for me. Comment for the kids. Cause TAN is for the kids.

wordemup
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Starbucks Sweater Statement GiveAway

I can't get over the billboard featured on copyranter today.

since I'm in list mode. here are some other statements being made by the people wearing those sweaters:

sex does not live here anymore.

young johnny here is destined to be a drug addict of epic proportions.

(from the man) I don't know if I have a top lip or just a weird moustache.

(from the woman) I love the pockets in this skirt.

These aren't turtlenecks, we were in a car accident yesterday.

(from the man) If these people only knew where my other hand was located.

when people thin slice upon seeing us, we want their initial impression to be very negative.

we put a lot of money into this. most of it going to the sweater designer.

billboard cleanup. aisle downtown.


A better billboard may have been made with this image over at the Tub Spot (parental guidance is advised).

TAN Lists

I was over at McSweeney's. Enjoyed the lists, and was inspired. So here are some of my own:


Things you might find on the floor but shouldn’t eat even if the floor is incredibly clean.

Mouse droppings

Dirt

Hair at a barber shop

Toenail clippings

Welcome mat


Things you might say normally, but probably shouldn’t in the throes of passion

Do you mind if I put my hand here?

Would you please stop moving with such speed and intensity.

What are you thinking ?


Activities that can be accomplished with a lightsaber, but probably don’t require that much power.

Opening an envelope

Getting that sock from under your bed

Pointing to an object or far away location.

Cutting a peanut butter and jelly sandwich into triangles

Scratching the itch in the middle of your back

more lists
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Sunday, November 20, 2005

Interview Update / Girl Falling On A Sunday Morn

The NeverEnding Interview has received an update. Gay, teenage caveman, and college chicks are some of the keywords.

But we still have a long way to go to get to NeverEnding. So get your questions in.


And if you haven't seen the girl getting too sexy for her shirt. Here she is. Decent chuckle on a Sunday morn.

Friday, November 18, 2005

TAN: The NeverEnding Interview

Since talent borrows, and genius steals, I’m not going to tell you who inspired this...

This post will be a regularly updated "interview" that answers questions people have asked me over e-mail, or in person, or never. Eventually, if this goes as planned, I'll never have to answer another question again.

Please send your questions to - theassimilatednegro AT gmail DOT com. I promise to answer 99.9% of them and add them on here. This means tons of free exposure for your question, so if you have a question that's trying to make something of itself, and is driven to be more than a paltry ol' average mediocre question. Make sure you send it in so it can get a fair shot at the big time.


Who? I’m The Assimilated Negro. A lot of people, including myself, shorten that to TAN to keep it simple. My real name is The Assimilated Negro, so please keep asking. I do go by other names, they are given on a need-to-know basis.

What?? This is my site. Cleverly named The Assimilated Negro Dot Com. There’s an annoying blogspot in there now, but I do own the URL theassimilatednegro.com. So DON'T try to bite my styze. The URL does forward to this site. And, as you probably guessed, it is in George W. Bush's bookmarks. As well as Barack Obama's and Jenna Jameson's. Eventually I will move to eliminate the annoying blogspot, and George W won't comment anymore because he won't know how to update his bookmarks. I will, however, send detailed instructions to help Jenna out.

When??? I post 5-6 days a week. Sometimes I post multiple times in a day. It’s probably best for you to check the site every hour or so, just to be safe.

Where???? I come to you live and direct from the center of the universe New York City. I currently live in East Harlem, also called El Barrio, Spanish Harlem, or SpaHa. But if someone calls it SpaHa you are legally allowed to assault them.

Why????? I started blogging so I could keep a physical record and take credit for the trends I’ve started. I basically put up all this other stuff in between updates of the Trends list. I guess I'm also trying to help my agent help me help her to help me and her make a lot of money so we can help other people to help themselves (her phrasing). I also felt the assimilated negro was lacking a voice. So consider this blog a declaration: I Am Assimilated Negro, Hear Me Roar! I'm also trying to help transform hip hop's brand identity. That's no joke (seriously) (I mean it) (despite the presence of triple parentheticals, you should know I'm not kidding). The final reason is because I needed something to send when I answer craigslist personal ads that ask for responders to "tell me a little something about your self." So this is for all you sexy, sassy, and intelligent W4M's, now can we turn on the Color me Badd, and um, start coloring, me, baddly?

What Else?????? I’ve been Gawkered and picked up on the internetprimarily for my hip hop songs about various sites/people/things. I know someone who has slept with Madonna. I know someone who dated Lauryn Hill. I know people who live in Sweden. I went to prep/boarding school and college to get my assimilation on, but I remain open to resolving disputes through physical violence. Here are 100 other things about me. And you can find out more in the neverending interview that follows:


Why do you do rap songs about bloggers?

The power of Christ compels me. I also want people to love hip hop like I do, and everyone likes hip hop when there's a personal song done about them.

Where did you come from? You started blogging a short time ago, and you’re all over the place.

I come from Africa mon. Oh wait. I come from Jamaica mon. Red Stripe Hooray Beer!! While I just started the physical act of blogging recently(sept. '05), I’ve been a blogger in spirit and avid random note taker / long e-mailer for years.

What’s your hip hop background entail?

My father was down with the hip hop founding fathers. He has credits on albums like Planet Rock and the soundtrack for Beat Street. So many say they grew up around hip hop, but it rings a bit truer for me. During college I hosted a hip hop radio show every Fri. night from 10pm-2am. I did this despite the protestations of every college woman who cleared out that time in their schedule for "drunken debauchery." *sigh* Through my pops, college radio, and personal career as an artist I’ve met, interviewed, and performed with hip hop professionals with varying degrees of notoriety.

Have you done any interracial dating?

Oh boy have I. And don't forget the interracial mating.

Are you a reverse racist?

Nothing reverse about it. I hate on Negroes, Asians, and Caucasians alike. I also wonder if Asians want to change that description to Asiyns. So they’re not derivative of Caucasians anymore (like woman and womyn). Though I guess it should be the Caucasians who change to Caucasiyns, since the Asians have the whole Asia thing going for them. Lucky for me I'm Negro so I don't have to worry too much about all this.

What's your favorite animal?

The playtypus.

What are your five favorite CD's?

Come on. The CD's question is so no longer relevant. Like obviously I would bring an mp3 player (but not an ipod, since they're overrated and overpriced) with a variety of songs and artists.

Ok. Then who are your five favorite artists? And why?

fine.

Stevie Wonder - I like to say, even though I'm not a religious man, that Stevie Wonder represents proof positive that God exists.
Eminem - Because he has the best combination of humor and skills amongst emcees out today. Possibly even better than me.
Jay-Z - Because he won me over with his lyrical content on The Black Album. And he has great producers working on his behalf.
Michael Jackson - as long as he doesn't molest me I still bump a lot of his old material. The Off The Wall, Thriller, Bad era is hard to beat.
Madonna - I'm presuming I'm doing this before getting shipped off to a deserted island, so I want to be prepared in case a woman happens to wash ashore. We can listen to Madonna and gossip about Michael Jackson.

What's currently in your fridge?

Lactaid milk, orange juice, a bunch of cans of Sunkist, a bunch of cans of Pepsi, mayo, ketchup, some other no longer identifiable condiments, water, a tomato, bread, sliced chicken and turkey from the deli.

What are your five favorite movies? And why?

I'm a movie nut, so five is extremely limiting, but right now I'd say:

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind - charlie kauffman's creativity combined with emotional resonance = perfect film.
The Corporation (documentary) - the corporate paradigm will change due in small part to this movie. (and in large part to TAN).
Waking Life - I love philosophy, and creatively animated philosophy is even better.
Big - I wanted to get an old school movie in there and this comes to mind.
Lord of The Rings trilogy - the current standard for epic filmmaking. slightly better than my arrested for holding a DVD trilogy.

How do you feel about someone making a magnet of you?

I love it. I encourage this sort of behavior completely.

How did you feel hanging out with NYC's blogger elite?

Who? Oh, I don't know. Kind of like an elitist, kind of like a panhandler. It was bittersweet, but I got some spare change out of the deal.

How does it feel to be Gawkered on back-to-back days?

It felt like I was born. Again.

Speaking of born, were you really born in a cab?

Kind of. The consciousness I know now was born in a cab. I was physically born five years previous in Jacobi Hospital.

Who do you know that slept with Madonna or dated Lauryn Hill?

I'll tell next time I need to get Gawkered. Gotta keep the people coming back for more you know.

If you knew you were going to live like a bum your whole life, but as soon as you died you would become posthumously famous, would you kill yourself?

I don't know. I'm thinking about it.

Would you get shot nine times to be in the position 50 cent is in now?

If I knew I'd survive, then definitely yes. If I don't know the outcome, then I'd probably only take five bullets. Vivica's cool, but she ain't worth six bullets.

Have you ever passed gas during sex? How did you handle it?

I lit a match. Unfortunately the whole apartment exploded. *rimshot*

How do you maintain that girlish figure of yours?

I read Cosmo and starve like everyone else. The skinny models in ads apply pressure on the guys as well you know. I also throw up after every donut. If they're krispy kreme donuts sometimes I eat them again, by then most of the calories have disappeared.

What's the longest stretch of time that you've worn the same underwear?

When were you born young buck? Don't be talking back now, I got underwear older than you boy.

Do you think Beyonce and Jay-Z make a good couple?

Yeah I guess. When I dumped Beyonce, I never thought she'd get over it. But apparently she's a Survivor and she's gonna make it.

If you found out God and George Bush are definitely the same person, what would be the first thing you said to him?

That's pretty fcuking funny.

What kind of question represents the .1% of questions you won't answer in this forum?

Anything with the word sphincter in it.

Did you know questions about the sphincter can be related to the stomach as well?

No comment. I said I would not answer those. I'm not interested in your assology.

What's your most embarrassing memory from high school?

I'm most embarrassed by the fact that I have a facebook picture in which I'm wearing Dwayne-Wayne glasses and a Levi's "Sit On It" shirt. The horror. The horror.

Can you still tap dance?

Only if you're a lady. And only if you ask nicely.

Do you perform? Where have you performed?

I do perform. I haven't since spring / early summer '05. But the gears are starting to grind on that again. I've performed at Joe's Pub, Nublu, Southpaw, Bowery Poetry Club, and some other venues in NYC. Schools - UPenn, Wesleyan, Trinity.

Why don't you perform more? Why haven't we heard of you?

I plan on performing more. As to why you haven't heard of me, I don't know, there could be a number of reasons, perhaps the first is that it's a big city, and an even bigger world.

Aren't you like 30? Are you just trying to pick up college chicks? Does it work?

I will never turn 30, even when people claim I've turned 30, which hasn't happened yet. I think I'm trying to pick up readers, but I'm definitely NOT trying to pick up college guys. Regardless, nothing I do works.

Have you ever seen the movie Teenage Caveman?

No. But I have seen Attack of the Killer Tomatoes.

One of the guys we hang with, who is gay, took a fancy to me. Nothing new, but this time, both of us went our separate ways, at one point to another party. At said party, I was cooked, and passed out on a friends couch. This other guy did too, and tried to get frisky. I wasn't havin' it, but then I thought to myself that if this bloke, a good friend BTW, wanted to touch a hot piece of 20 year old ass, maybe I should just let him. If I did indeed let him put his hands on my ass, and otherwise cop a feel, does this make me gay?

This question is too long. It's more of a "Dear TAN" question, and we haven't started that segment yet. But yes, you are gay. Very much so.

How tall are you?

I'm taller than the midget in your building that you've been giving "sexy eyes" too. And I'm a little shorter than God. I do wish I was a wee bit taller. Just so I could occasionally grab a bite to eat off a tree branch.

Are girls with red hair really the coolest girls in the world? (note: there is only one correct answer to this question. I think you know...)

Thinking I know anything is always a mistake destined to end in a catastrophe. I'm guessing you expect my answer to be, "no, they're not the coolest girls in the world." But actually I have a soft spot for redheads. And I marvel at their ability to be cool and hot like fire at the same time.

Did you get many people asking you questions?

Actually, for some reason, more people are sending me answers. I have no idea where the questions are, but the answers are flooding my inbox.

Will you help get me and my roommate liquored if we come to NYC for New Years?


I don't think they serve liquor in NYC on New Year's. Sorry. You're welcome to join me and my grandfather though for a rousing game of Gin Rummy.

Are you really a fat old white lady? Regardless of whether or not you are, why should we trust your answer?

I am really a fat old white lady. Though I don't consider myself fat. That's society's deviltalk, and I'm not listening. I'm also not white. I'm light-skin. You should trust me because I have a website on the internet.
Do you think you're funny?

No. I said "show me the money."

Did you know you rock / suck?

Yes. No. Thank you for reading my piece on collegehumor.com.

Can you say I'd've? Is there a rule against having more than one apostrophe in a word?

Good question. Orange, what say ye?

I know sometimes rappers are called emcees or MCs--but that's not all rappers, is it? Does it hearken back to the early days at the turntable, scratching and whatnot? Would anyone call Eminem or Kanye West an emcee, or not? And in the verb form, is all rapping emceeing, or just certain varieties of rapping?

Rappers are sometimes called emcees, or MC's. You can definitely call Eminem and Kanye emcees. Hip hop purists will often identify someone as a rapper, and NOT an emcee because they don't meet a certain artistic/literary standard. Some relate emceeing to a "conscious" or positive message. Thus rappers like 50Cent and the like are rappers, not emcees.

They are both the same thing though, the person who does the vocals on a rap song.

A related debate is rap vs. hip hop. this is where you get the inclusion of the other hip hop art forms like dj'ing, breakdancing, graffiti etc. hip hop is typically regarded as the big cultural
umbrella that encompasses the "street/urban" sensibility and all its artistic manifestations. rap is one of the manifestations. and a particular style of rap at that.

In the verb form I would equate rapping and emceeing. As an action they're the same thing ....


What Do You Want To Know???
send your question to theassimilatednegro [AT] gmail [DOT] com

TAN On Craigslist (The Incredible Zulk edition)

Negroes, Caucasians, and Asians lend me your ears eyes.

I know many of you have been checking the site upwards of fifty times, no check that, fifty thousand times a day waiting to see when I (or Gawker) would post the results of the TAN on Craigslist Report.

Well I have some bad news and I have some good news.

The bad news is that TAN on Craigslist has experienced further delays.

The good news is that the delay is due to TAN bringing in his first outside contributor. One with a little feminine flair. And since TAN only works with the crème de la crème, you should have all confidence that I'm bringing in a journalist with credentials nonpareil ...

Some know her as the Mistress of Magnificence. The Sultry Siren of Serendipity. The Titular Titan of Transcendent Terminology.

That Zany Zarathustra of Zulkey.com

The Epoch herself ...

Claire Zulkey

*applause lights flash*

See, if we're not making hip hop songs about you, we'll at least give you a decent introduction.

Claire is a big White Sox fan, and I sent her an emotionally crushing fan letter, when I noticed her pimping those Sox on the Wall Street Journal Online of all places. And lucky me, she responded. Ever since I've been trying to convince her the assimilated negroes in NYC are better than the ones in Chicago.

While waiting for the light of that knowledge to shine upone her, we discussed setting up an intra-blog scrimmage. The subject of which ended up being the aforementioned Craigslist Report.

So we have the teams. We have the playing field. What we don't have yet is a kickoff time.

But it's coming soon.

And if you have already devoured the TAN archives multiple times while patiently waiting, then I would certainly recommend logging in some procrastination time at the Zulkey Library of Congress


-TAN on CL (d'oh)
-TAN on CL
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Thursday, November 17, 2005

TAN Hails A Hybrid Taxi

Well it appears not only do the new hybrid taxis in NYC help the environment, they also pick up negroes. Hallelujah!

I got to ride in one of these bad boys a couple days ago. I did a quick impromptu interview with the driver, and here's the report:

He says there are currently 18 hybrid taxis on the streets.

There are no partitions in these taxis, so you can smack the driver directly in the back of the head whenever he's going the wrong way.

My personal driver has been driving a cab since '77.

He says he gets about 36 miles/gallon. And he spends about $12-$15/day versus the $40 he used to spend.

In the next five years the whole fleet is supposed to become hybrid.

He says the "veterans" get first dibs on the hybrids. And there's no rotation system or anything.

At some point in the ride he told me that we were going strictly on electricity. I don't know if there was a switch for that.

The leg room is pretty tight. These will definitely hinder your late-night taxi-cab-confession lovemaking session.

In lieu of the partition there's a security camera. He didn't say, however, that there's anyone actively watching it. So you can still still shoot the cabdrivers instead of paying them on those extra long rides.

My driver told me his worst cab ride was back in '82, when he had some guy uptown ask him to take him downtown. Then when he got downtown the guy told him to take him to the Bronx. When the driver said no, the guy pulled out a gun (oh you mean that Bronx, ok, no problem). So the driver got robbed and had to drive the robber from way downtown up to the Bronx (pretty long distance for you non-NYCers).

So after hearing that I said, "oh yeah, well you going to the Bronx again sucka. give me your money!!"

Then he leapt out of the car and ran away.

When he finally came back I said, "just joshing. thanks for the info." And gave him a couple extra dollars for the trouble.

This has been a TAN News Special Report
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The Great Education Rebate

Take back the space in your brain!!

Convert that useless knowledge into useful money!!

Don't Debate, Just Rebate!!


I saw this ad for a company in the newspaper. They don't have an online site, otherwise I would link them. They're apparently similar to the company in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Except what they do is zap all the useless educating you've received over the years. So they clear out space in your brain for learning things you might actually want to learn, and they monetize that useless knowledge in the form of an education rebate. Exxxxcellent.

I went through it yesterday and so far so good. If you need help on the following useless subjects, you'll have to ask someone else:

Cavemen - I think we're far enough removed from hunting sabretooth tigers and gathering berries that I'll be able to survive without this. Rebate Value - $128.76

Dinosaurs - What's great here is that I still have my knowledge/memories of Jurassic Park (since it was a movie). So really I still know more than I need to know. Rebate Value - $217.32

Cursive Writing - Ahh yes those hours spent writing the letters of the alphabet in cursive have proven to provide limited value since no one writes long form letters anymore. And if they do they will likely write in print since they want it to be readable. I personally prefer to take notes and write using the time-tested form/style called Chickenscratch. Rebate Value - $22.08


As soon as I can get the contact info online, I'll relay it. I'm sure others will be interested in this wonderful company
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Wednesday, November 16, 2005

TAN is dead, long live TAN

if you read any online media outlets you're probably familiar with the phrase, "[blank] is dead, long live [blank]."

I believe the phrase is originally, "the king is dead, long live the king," and it originally refers to a rule in England that allows power to transfer from a dead monarch to the next heir without any checks, balances, or break in continuity.

So when there is a notably quick changing of the guard in the cultural zeitgeist, or in a specific industry, writers often "coin a new phrase" by plugging in whatever they're talking about in place of "the king."

But recently I've felt like I was seeing the phrase everywhere, for everything. So I googled "the is dead, long live the" and lo and behold I found out it is being used everywhere, for everything.

Here are some of the words people plugged into the "[blank]is dead, long live [blank]" formula in order to show off their skills:

Economics
Yahoo
Paid Placement
podcasting
the peace process
grokster
irony
The Yellow Pages
graffitti
planning
the publisher
the phone call
the suit
the vcr
the outdoors
passwords
the Yankees
NATO
the Zip disk
hotspots
HTML
the artist
Britney Spears
Madonna
Prince
capitalism
the jewish family
hamsters

and as you can imagine, the list goes on and on and on.

BUT

I started looking for some specific ones of my own, and found a handful of subjects that had not been translated in this fashion. So the purpose of this post is simply to add those to the google search engine, for the next person coming along looking to document the many ways this particular phrasing is used. And so ...

the tampon is dead, long live the tampon.

the crackhead is dead, long live the crackhead.

the fetus is dead, long live the fetus.

nasty wilted lettuce is dead, long live nasty wilted lettuce.

preparation H is dead, long live preparation H.

It's a disappointment to close on preparation H, but close we must. Feel free to add your own, there might still be a few options left
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Monogamous Masturbation

I wouldn't know anything about this, but i was wondering ....

Anyone ever treat the objects of their masturbatory fantasies like real relationships?

For example, if you have your regular rotation of performers, but maybe one or two sessions in a row you bring in some special guest star and kick your main masturbatory squeeze to the curb.

Then once your fling is over, you know you've hurt their feelings so the next time you come back to your standby you try and fantasize nicer. Like you might wear a suit, and imagine a nice dinner. Or you might even conjure up some extra foreplay.

And you talk to them, "come on baby, you know I don't even usually watch Laguna Beach, those girls don't mean anything to me. What we have here is special."

I guess that's probably the extent of the relationship. Though if anyone does even more, the comment box is all ears.

I think it's nice to cultivate something that has some depth to it with that special person, or that special handful of people.

Don't you think?

Monday, November 14, 2005

Who Is TAN Really????

Some people have speculated on my content, wondering if the jokes would go over if I weren't an actual negro.

And after thinking about this long and hard over the past couple months, I've decided I can't keep the charade going any longer.

I know some people are going to be disappointed. Some people are going to feel like I manipulated their emotions. And the emotions of their family and pets.

All I can say is when you have a vision, and a voice, I don't think it should be suppressed, no matter what gender, age, race, sexuality, or drug you prefer.

Nevertheless, from here on out there should no longer be any ambiguity about my "real" identity. I only hope that you can continue to embrace me as you have, even after knowing the truth.

So without further ado. Here is a picture of the REAL T.A.N.



ok, that was mildly amusing, but who are you really really?

please don't steal my identity.

Indecent Woman Starts Decent Content

Heather and spinach were oh-so-kind enough to ask TAN about contributing my far-from-decent words to their sure-to-be-more-than-decent new E-Zine/blog (E-Zi-Blog?)


We're still working out exactly how many gratuitous boob shots of heather and the other ladies at girlspoke are needed for compensation.

But in the meantime, here's a picture of me at home I found on their site (I'm the one standing up):


And here's the link. [decentcontent]

Time Is The Erosion Of False Truths (what?!!?)

Due to some Dean's World traffic shuttling in today (thanks), I wanted to drop something a little more "philosophical." And this post I read at PinkLemonade Diva, reminded me of a notion I bandied about at the beginning of this year.

time is the erosion of false truths

the idea is that time doesn't pass via seconds, minutes, and days - it passes via our experience and perception. when we learn something new, or learn that something we believed to be true is false, and our perspective subsequently evolves in some way, then, and only then, have we gotten older.
my basic example to illustrate this was to say, if you have a guy who lives in the same apartment, same town, same city, doing the same routine every day for a year, he probably isn't as "old" as the guy who goes to some foreign land and experiences a new culture for a week or two.

Now I know the statement itself, as currently formulated, doesn't really hold up to true philosophical scrutiny. And I also know that in sixty years, while I will still have not turned thirty, I will surely have many demonstrable signs of aging. Even if all I do is sit behind a laptop the whole time.

But I think there's something there worth exploring.

Maybe aging wouldn't suck so much if it was tied to our individual experiences, and not just a constant countdown to Absolute Zero.

Maybe this is why so many of us feel like we are still children stuck in adult bodies. Because our current time/aging relationship doesn't correlate to our individual experience.

Maybe if we can look at time as a subjective experience, instead of an objective truth, we would be one step closer to controlling it ...

anyways, I'd love to talk more about the future of time, but right now time is still just ticking away, and time is also money, so the time has come for this post to end
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Sunday, November 13, 2005

Getting Gawkered Is So Mid-Late October 2005

It seems I may be getting the hang of this blogging thing.

In October I did a song for Gawker and was pushing to get it plugged. It was picked up by a number of people, but never made the front page.

But nowadays I litter their comment boxes with TAN droppings, and get Gawkered day after day after day. The thing I'm most pleased with is seeing them go from the more formal The Assimilated Negro to the familiar TAN. Only CEO's and old people call me The Assimilated Negro. My dear friends (and by "dear friends" I mean you people I have never met or spoken with outside the realm of my comment box) call me TAN.

The only negative is when I present the printed out Gawker plugs to the checkout girl at my local grocery store, she just blankly stares at me until I take out my wallet and give her cash or a debit card. And that can sometimes take hours. I've even pointed to each letter in the Gawker logo for emphasis, still nothing.
*sigh*

A couple weeks ago TAN was worth about 14K according to Technorati. Now it's worth a little more.

I printed that post out for the checkout girl as well, and asked for change. Still nothing.


Anyways, I don't want the Lord of the Backlash to enter the picture, so I've set a date to stop big-upping myself sometime in late 2007. I'll let you know as the time approaches.

But since the Vaseline and Jergens are already in use, and since no one comes here unless strangers say nice things about me, I also want to give a shout-out to Elisa Camahort. She had this to say about TAN in her Carnival of Music:
And for new and interesting it's hard to beat The Assimilated Negro, a guy who's been blogging for all of 3 months and has already gotten picked up by Gawker.com. How does he manage that? Oh, by posting his own original hip-hop creations on his blog. And by using said creations to "pitch" his freelance work targets. If nerve.com doesn't take a meeting with TAN after hearing his hip-hop pitch to them, they're smoking crack.
Just a couple points of clarification, I've been up closer to two months, and I actually did the Nerve song a year ago. They did in fact take a meeting. It was fun. (but no sex, which is kind of what you hope for when meeting nerve editors/staff)

But in general Elisa's analysis is keen, insightful, and spot-on.


So this is all to say that there's an interesting (r)evolution going on here at TAN. And I hope people will continue to tune in ...

Finally, on an independent-but-related note, a couple nights ago I went to my first "blogger party." It wasn't billed as such, it was billed as the 30th birthday of Penthouse and Voice sex columnist Rachel Kramer Bussel. But I think if you're a writer/blogger in NYC and you have a birthday party, it automatically becomes a "blogger" party.

I wasn't the only negro at the party, but I was the only one in the series of pictures on her blog.

I really don't know how I got in that shot (and please don't ask if I'm affiliated with the too-hot-for-tv primary subjects), but what you don't see is that I'm holding printed out copies of my Gawker plugs and asking people for money. But yet and still, nothing.

There were comedians who performed. I thought this guy won the gold star. You might think a guy wearing nothing but a mask, leather jacket, red underwear and socks is a little "gimmicky," but I checked out his blog, and it's stocked with fairly amusing material. His name, by the way, is Todd Levin.

I also met Nichelle, who does a regular female stand-up comedy show called Chicks and Giggles.

And Liza, who does Culture Kitchen.

I met a couple others, but my fingers have gotten tired. And the police are here. And they're not paying any attention whatsoever to my printed out Gawker plugs.

So I'm probably going to jail.


But I hope to be back by Monday.

PS. - I just saw The Apiary also posted about this party, and apparently I should have called the attendees "NYC's power elite." Which means, even though I'm not listed amongst those spotted, you can feel free to call me that as well.

NYPE in the house.

holla!

Friday, November 11, 2005

This One Is For Krucoff (audio)

I had to wait a little bit on this one. Give the drama a little time to breathe.

I know if you ask the average person in America, they won't know Andrew Krucoff from an assimilated negro.

But I also know the average American won't know about the latest indie-film on the rise.

And to me the Andrew Krucoff drama plays like a classic indie-film.

Sure, at the heart of it, Krucoff's saga is relatively inconsequential beyond the sphere of him and his mom. No one gives a Freddy Ferrer about some no-name freelancer who got canned for forwarding an e-mail. Maybe there could have been a more humanitarian admonishment. Maybe rules are rules. Either way, no one cares five minutes later.

And that could also be an apt description for the premise of your average indie-film. Inconsequential drama.

But yet at the same time, there is some genuine intrigue. Because the reality is there are some people who care. The main character is real, in this case Mr. Krucoff, and he's part of a community. And that community cares (goddammit!). And they support him. And because of the particulars characters in that community, and their particular circumstances, that support can create special scenes. Scenes like the main character becoming a news story in the most important newspaper in the world, even though he did nothing more than lose a "temporary" job over silliness. Something millions of people do all the time, to little, or more likely, no fanfare.

It's definitely not the Berlin Wall coming down, but it is real life, just like the Berlin Wall coming down.

And every Lost In Translation is basically about taking inconsequential drama and extrapolating it out to herculean proportions.

And that's cool to see, sometimes, because it's real. There can be no drama bigger than our own, no matter how small it is.

And so this post is essentially a toast to Krucoff, [perhaps] the blog-nominee for the Sundance Film Festival. And if you don't know the story....


1st Act - Our hero, Krucoff, happily works for Conde Nast. He is fired for forwarding a seemingly innocuous e-mail to the evil and nasty grim reaper of the media world Sauron ... errr I mean Gawker.

2nd Act - As with any good 2nd act a drama within the drama unfolds as our hero Krucoff is initially supported by the masses. But as his celebrity spreads, the vengeful Lord of the Backlash enters into the picture. Once revered, our hero is now kicked and spat upon for exceeding his celebrity quotient and presumably getting too big for his britches.

3rd Act - The Lord of the Backlash eventually backs off, as he always does over time. But things are not quite the same. Nevertheless our hero keeps his head up and soldiers on, uncertain of what the future may hold, but certain that whatever it is, he's ready for it. (And no way he's forwarding anything to Gawker!!! *cue laughtrack*)

And that's it. No big Hollywood ending. Just a good indie-film, decent story, great characters, and ... I don't know, some other shit.

I consider this post to be the end credits to "Krucoff, Forwarded"

And I consider this song to be the hot-like-fire anthem that comes in right after the credits and gets the crowd ready to start some french revolution type ish:




yo! where's the lyrics?

let krucoff know he's in the motherf*cking house


more TAN audio
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Thursday, November 10, 2005

TAN On Craiglist (D'oh! Edition)

I'm fairly amused that I express some guilty feelings of remorse regarding my research on Craigslist, how I don't want to judge yada yada yada, and what do you know, it gets Gawkered.

Obviously I shouldn't be surprised about them getting down with some judging, when you consider their new t-shirts.

Or sort of new t-shirts??


But it's slightly amusing.

Anyways, this is all a preface to let those waiting for the aforementioned Craigslist Report know about some disappointing news. Today I was forced to pay particular attention to this message in my craigslist hotmail account:

Messages more than 5 days old will be automatically deleted from the Junk E-Mail folder. Review the messages in this folder from time to time to ensure that it includes only mail you don't want in your Inbox. Tell the Junk E-Mail Filter which messages you'd prefer to have delivered to your Inbox by using the checkboxes and then clicking the 'Not Junk' button.


Those of you who did not vote for Bush can probably guess this means that when I went to go get my quotes and snippets and other data, most of the messages were gone, as all the responses were filtered to junk, and I never bothered to move them.

Alas, the report will have to be delayed as I have to repost the ad and solicit a new batch of responses.

I'll probably put it up again tonight, and those of you who are into that sort of thing can even go look at the post in real time.

Hopefully all the guys on craigslist trolling for this sort of woman don't read TAN.

Actually, I hope they do, so I could know someone other than my pet goldfish reads this. I just hope they're desperate enough to hold out hope no matter what they read here.

Who knows, maybe someone will say the words that convince me to invite them over for ice cream....


In the meantime feel free to add a comment to my incredibly memorable 100th post.

Or your thoughts on the effective soybeans and milk combo.

And I'm still looking for a new word, though "badunkdafunk" from Evan is pretty good.


TAN on CL followup:

TAN on CL (original)
TAN on CL (Zulkey)

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

TAN's 100th Post!

This is apparently my 100th post on The Assimilated Negro. So I wanted to make it memorable.

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

TAN On CraigsList

I was over on This Is What We Do Now and stumbled on this post about a fake craigslist ad he posted, and the subsequent field research on male responders.

I too wonder about the CraigsList love connections (an "LA friend" and I tried to pitch the Craigslist reality show. They weren't interested, but we did win a stuffed teddy bear for being the one millionth person with that "brilliant" idea).

But what struck me about Larry's experiment was he used a somewhat ideal girl for his post, and was presumably flooded.

I wanted to go the opposite route, someone ostensibly less desirable, and see if you still get a flood of responses.

So I started with my woman being overweight, dead-end job, low self-esteem, and not a good giver of oral pleasure.

Unfortunately, I must admit that once I got into writing the ad I felt a little too much like a misogynist pig to really follow-through and deliver on the most "undesirable" ad. What's a little negro like me have to say about which characteristics are "undesirable", you know?

Nevertheless, with the ghost of journalistic integrity as my only guide, I soldiered forward as best I could. While my eyes streamed tears of feminist pride, I posted the ad and conducted the subsequent field research on the deluge of responses.

Here’s the ad. Response snippets and field research to follow:
Please Bring Your Own Paper Bag (25) Manhattan

Look I’m going to be honest here. I’m not an awesome catch physically. As you will no doubt tell by this post, I do have a head on my shoulders, and some personality. But physically? Well I don’t know. You’ll have to decide for yourself I guess. But here are some of the gory details:

I am overweight. I’m not a shut-in who can’t get out of the bed. But I’ve heard “fatty” whispered under people’s breath around me enough times to know the mirror isn’t lying. However I am comfortable with it. I like to eat. I like to cook. I like ice cream. On the plus side for you I like ice cream all over my body. But if we want good coverage we might need two containers. And you'll need a strong tongue.

I’m in a dead-end job. Of course this is very apropos for an overweight lady looking for love on craigslist. I guess that makes me a bit cliché. Oh well.

All this extra baggage and low self-esteem does makes me very horny for some reason. So I’m always rarin’ to go. And I’m STD free. And I’m told I give a mean blowjob.

Unfortunately it’s not mean as in good, it’s mean as in guy-hating angry teeth-scraping mean. Tee-hee, just kidding … maybe.

I don’t know, I could go on. But I’m not sure how interested people are going to be. So if you want more details, let me know. Overall I’m big, not that attractive, just getting by financially, but I have personality (maybe) and I’m horny (definitely), and just in case I'm picking up two containers of Breyers. I'm sure I'll manage to use it one way or another.

So ball is in your court.

Maybe this is good enough. Maybe it’s not.

you let me know.

To Be Continued...


TAN on CL Followup:

TAN on CL (d'oh!)
TAN on CL (Zulkey)
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