Folks,

So, Blogger appears to have taken Delaware Part II off of the blog, but I just put it back and so you can now all breathe a little easier.

Anyway, I saw perhaps the lamest thing I have ever seen in my life this morning. Let me set the scene. Do you remember in the 80's when the hip hop world was all about track suits, Adidas sneakers and gold chains? Do you remember how every crew had to have at least one member with an oversized boom box (or ghetto blaster, as they were called back then) who held the radio right against his head as he walked around? That was cool. Then. Not now.

Today I saw the most un-hip hop kid walking through the halls of M.I.T. He was white to the point of albinism, wore high water tight fitting jeans, an ill-fitting shirt and coke bottle glasses. But what made this poor kid so lame was that he was singing along and sort of dancing to the Japanese pop-rock that he was blaring into his head via a laptop perched on his shoulder. A laptop.

Radio Raheem just rolled over in his grave.