Where were you the day that hip hop fried?
Is it too early to mourn? (Nope, they stopped serving Egg McMuffins at 11:30.)
Is it too late to ride, or is the drive thru open 24 hours?
Seriously though, where's Boots Riley when you need him?
Edit: The original title of this post might have been "Glittering Prizes and Endless Compromises Shatter The Illusion of 'I'm Loving It'," before i came to my senses and realized that Mos Def was a lot more appropriate than a bunch of Canadian objectivists. I'm not going up to New Haven for the YASJ thing today because i have to help Muñoz move and because i have somewhere i need to be tonight, but i want full reportbacks.
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