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Friday Random Ten.

This weekend, in the District of Columbia, there will be the long-awaited meeting of The Families. The Grape Drink Mafia and the Juicebox Mafia.

The Cold Drank Summit.

The Internet should be very scared.

I’m sure there will be lots of talk about health care reform, “30 Rock” and good hair, which neither blacks nor Jews are credited with having much of. And there’s really not much more that can be said in this space.

But if we had a seat at the table, and say, Alyssa or Jamelle or Adam turned on the iPod, this is what they would probably play:

1. Gin and Juice by Snoop Dog (Quadmoniker)

2. Sippin’ tha Barre by Paul Wall (Jamelle)

3. Drink to Me by Johnny Cash (Quadmoniker)

4. I’m On It (Kryptonite) by the Purple Ribbon All-Stars (G.D.)

5. Only When I’m Drunk by Tha Alkaholiks (Blackink)

6. Drink with Me by Mairus and the rest of the revolutionaries in ‘Les Miserables.’ (Brokey)

7. Juice (Know the Ledge) by Eric B and Rakim (Blackink)

And we have to do Shani’s submissions in order, lest you all miss the joke:

8. Sugarwater by Cibo Matto (Shani-o)

9. Don’t Drink the Water by Dave Matthews Band (Shani-o)

10. Purple Rain by Prince (Shani-o)

Get it? Anyone?

Eh … just be glad I couldn’t find a video for “Love 40.”

Until the next time, have a great weekend. And pour out a little liquor for those of us who couldn’t make it to D.C.

Leftovers.

We’re tinkering with some stuff below PB’s  hood, which is why all of our links are so janky right now. Our bust.

Here’s some of what we missed:

  • Conor Fredersdorf defends the Stupak Amendment in the House health care  bill, which bars  public money from being spent on any healthcare plans that might cover abortion.”…I’d feel uncomfortable with the notion of my tax dollars being used to fund abortions — just as I am presently uncomfortable that my tax dollars are used to fund the death penalty — and wish that they weren’t, even as I strongly support all sorts of reproductive health care for women, including abortions in cases when the life of the mother is at risk.” Ann Friedman pushes back. “The thing about the Stupak Amendment is that it goes beyond the Hyde Amendment, which bars public funding for abortion under Medicaid. Stupak would actually prevent employer-based plans — ones that are not supported by your tax dollars — from covering abortion.”
  • Jill Lepore looks at the history of murder in America.
  • Do people on death row get to have anything they want for their last meal?
  • The American Medical Association changes its position on medicinal weed, and urges the federal government to do the same.
  • The Mormon Church (!) takes a teensy, but necessary step toward acknowledging the basic rights of gays.

Random Midday Hotness: Spit Hot Fire.

I was listening to an interview recently with Kweli, and he was asked who was the best MC currently doing it. Without hesitation, he said Thought. Now, obviously, I’m incredibly biased. But he ain’t lyin’.

Random Midday Hotness: War.

If you walk around NYC long enough, you’ll eventually run into the Hypnotic Brass Ensemble, a group of young brothers from Chicago,* just killing it on random corners and in subway stations.

I’ve been a fan for a minute, and on Tuesday quadmoniker and I got to see them play a private gig to promote a forthcoming documentary on the band. (Their backstory is rather bizarre.)  They’re really cool, friendly cats, but they couldn’t stick around long: they had to hop a flight to do some dates in Johannesburg.

*Literally; seven of the eight bandmembers share the same father.

Random Midday Hotness: ‘Untitled’ in 8 Minutes.

Tatyana Fazlalizadeh, a phenomenal artist (she created the spiffy new PB banner) and one of my dearest friends, recorded the creation of one of her pieces, from start to finish.

Random Midday Hotness: You Lie!

h/t Brokey.

Acknowledgements.

I can’t remember the first person who linked to this blog or shouted out one of our posts. The feeling is a jolt, that fizzy, writerly mixture of pride for being acknowledged and neuroses about whether you just said something really dumb or really poorly. It still feels that way, maybe more so as the number of readers ticks upward. And lately, that number has been climbing much more quickly. I’m amazed — and humbled — that people hit up this jawn, which I started kind of half-seriously.

The pretext for all this unseemly musing is us nabbing the Best News/Political Blog at this year’s Black Weblog Awards. But as it happens, the blog is closing in on its second birthday  (the very first post was about you-know-who) and our 10,000th comment — a confluence of events that sets up a perfect and completely arbitrary opportunity to tip a fitted cap to some people.

This humble little endeavor has made me a better-read writer and a more thoughtful person. But the biggest takeaway are the blindingly smart, witty people with whom I get to collab: Shani, Jamelle, Joel, Isabelle — none of whom I even knew before this thing started —  and Monica, Tracy, Stacia and Alisa, who have been my squad for a minute now. This point should be belabored: y’all are the shit, and I’m honored that I get to run with y’all. Thank you.

Then there’s our ballooning universe of play-cousins: The famous and awesome Jay Smooth at IllDoctrine, Ta-Nehisi Coates at The Atlantic; Keeks & Angela at Propertalks; Adam Serwer of The American Prospect; Ann Friedman of The Prospect/Feministing; Leigh at Poverty in America;Tedra, Ding and the gang at Bitch PhD; Alyssa Rosenberg of, well, everywhere; Ari, Eric and Scott at Edge of the American West; Jill & Lauren at FeministeJeremy Levine at Social Science Lite; Chris MacDonald-Dennis at Bryn Mawr College; Joe Shahadi at Vs. The Pomegranate; Cindy at Loteria Chicana (with whom I look forward to running with this weekend!); our homie Winslow, who is in China somewhere and incommunicado; Lemu at GakCity, Steve Logerfo for patiently letting me pepper him with questions about the legal system; Molly for all the links; and hustlin’-ass Latoya Peterson at Racialicious, who is in a different city every other day and who never, ever sleeps.

Like the man said: y’all coulda been anywhere in the world, and you’re here with us. I appreciate that.