Jackie Loves Wayneisms

Lil’wayne words of wisdom… so wise, you have to read it twice.

Jackie’s picture should be in the dictionary next to definition of cuteness and fur… because she has plenty of both in repeated doses.

#1 And when life sucks, I just enjoy the head.

#2 Living in the glass, and everybody’s looking, but how can you get the picture If you don’t know who took it.

#3 You can save your bullshit on your memory card.

#4 The hate is music to my ears, I got my dancing shoes. Sometimes you question shit there is not answers to, but I just built a house on I don’t give a fuck avenue.

#5 Some of us are lovers. Most of ya’ll are haters. But I put up a wall. And they just wall paper. So love or hate me, I stay hate-free. They say we learn from mistakes, so that’s why they mistake me.

#6 Young money is eating. The label’s getting fatter.

#7 I’m a bad motherfucker cuz the good die young. Everybody selling dreams, I’m too cheap to buy one.

#8 I tried to pay attention but attention paid me.

#9 But I’m Ray Charles to the bullshit, now hop up on that dick and do a full split.

#10 They say choose wisely, that’s why I was chosen.

#11 Nobody give you a chance you got to take chances. Your family tree I will break branches. Cuz I don’t give a fuck I put the ass in assassin, smoke it like a blunt, then is ashes to ashes.

#12 Man I got summer hating one me cuz Im hotter than the sun, got spring hating on me cuz I never sprung, winter hating on me cuz Im colder than ya’ll, and I will never I will never I will never fall. I’m being hated by the seasons, so fuck ya’ll who’re hating for no reason.

#13 I call them april babies…cuz they fools!

#14 Cool your ass down if you think you’re hot shit.

#15 Excuse me if I’m late, but like a thief it takes time to be this great.

#16 And if you shooting for the stars, then just shoot me.

#17 My picture should be in the dictionary next to the definition of definition, because the repetition is the father of learning.

#18 Life is a beach…I’m just playing in the sand.

#19 and today I went shopping and talk still cheap.

Jackie Loves Monu (Magazine on Urbanism)

A jackie panda micro review

Urbanism is one of those malleable concepts that defy definitions. A flexible subject, sometimes by trying to lock it within a specific scope its validity gets undermined and its potential spoiled.

But when a magazine hustles its way to portray the multiple faces, forms, shapes, relationships, arguments, contradictions, images, consequences, and messages of the discipline that is supposed to carry the unbearable load of thinking the city, then the exercise of defining urbanism becomes an enriching intellectual journey.

Monu (Magazine on Urbanism) was born in 2004 in Rotterdam. What was originally an almost underground magazine made available through a pdf dossier and a stapled black and white print has evolved into one of the main independent publications, a reference for the collective intelligence of urbanism, and an icon of exquisite aesthetics.

Set to satisfy a growing urbanophilic hunger, Monu has thrown in the mix an intoxicating mixture of up-and-coming talents with household names. A microcosm of the urban intelligentsia, the magazine includes works, interviews, provocations, cartographies, analytical essays, critical manifestoes, political outcries, and fairytales. A list of contributors that include Eyal Weizman, Beatriz Ramo (ST+AR), NL Architects, WAI Architecture Think Tank, Tomorrow Thoughts Today, OMA, Teddy Cruz, Joep van Lieshout, Department of Unusual Certainties, Kees Christiaanse, Bas Princen, MVRDV, Supersudaca, Shumon Basar, Andre Kempe, Bjiarke Ingels and Adolfo Natalini (Superstudio), not only form a global network of artists, thinkers, urbanists, architects, photographers, ethnographers and urban provocateurs but assure the inexhaustible variety and compelling heterogeneity of the publications.

Bernd Upmeyer’s intelligent elaboration of the call for submissions sets the tone for intense debates that question the status quo of urbanism through projects that flirt between pure research and dark humor. It’s no surprise to find between the pages cartographies of terrorist attacks in dense urban areas (Terrorists Love Density, ST+AR, Monu #5), pathological incriminations of architects’ evil role (Eyal Weizman’s The Evil Architects do, Monu #5), pseudo-religious urban antidotes (The Anti-Urinator by Supersudaca Monu #6), stories of border infatuation (Teddy Cruz’s Cross-border Suburbias, Monu #08) and nomadic green carpets (Flying Grass Carpet by Joop de Boer, Monu #9) , idyllic garbage-town postcards (Tomorrow’sThoughtsToday’s Where the Grass Is Greener, Monu # 11), and redefinitions of contemporary obsessions with sustainability ( WAI’s Rendering the Clean, Monu #11) , and with preservation (OMA’s Extreme Demolition and Extreme Preservation, Monu #14).

Always expect Monu to deliver content that is as provocative and diverse as covers featuring Jesus Christ, Marilyn Monroe, Superman, John Lennon, and Godzilla could be.

Jackie recommends it and gives it two ears up!

Jackie Loves Houellebecq / Platform

A Jackie Panda Micro Review

In the mind of a depressed thirty-something that feels like a remnant of the Baby-boomer generation the words love and ecstasy are banned from existence. In Michel Houellebecq’s Platform (Plateforme), a character wearing his same name embodies the psychological drama of a desolated middle-aged sex-starved western European intellectual looking for some physical satisfaction in a sex tourism parade that makes him travel around the world (from Paris to Thailand, to Paris, to Cuba, and back to Thailand and Paris). A story that starts with the same tempo as a French-avant-garde film (very very slow), and with a Comtean focus emphasizing on the coldness of sophisticated human relationships, Michel Houellebecq jumps from an omnipresent narrator to a first person view as he strives to prove how happiness is tied to sexual satisfaction, and how these two values become ungraspable when you become as depressing a creature.

Houellebecq is an insolent (to quote Mario Vargas Llosa on his other book Les Particules Élémentaires) provocateur and nobody is safe from his raw and uncensored pen. His graphic style goes from racy sexual depictions, to heartbreaking narrations on how pathetic human existence can become. A gloomy sense of humor keeps the readers aware of socially sensible topics while providing a twist of perversity to an otherwise extremely pessimistic plot.

Jackie recommends it and gives it two ears up!

Jackie Loves Murakami / Kafka on the Shore

A Jackie Panda micro-review

What happens when you blend a love story, a metaphysical journey, bizarre sex, great sex, pedophilic sex, virtual sex, incest, Johnny Walker, KFC, fishes raining from the sky, leeches raining from the sky, a runaway kid, a boy named crow, an old retarded men with supernatural powers, a mysterious lady, a transsexual librarian, an artist, a truck driver, eel, cats, and a stone? If you guess that this combination sounds like a plot out of one of Haruki Murakami’s novels you were correct. Kafka on the Shore is an amalgamation of weirdness, fun, wit, and mind-bending logic-twisting events that shape the life of a young Kafka Tamura in his search for his inner self. A plot that starts divided into two distant strands ends up clashing in an intense thrilling not-so-clear-what-happened-but-I-seem-to-get-the-idea climax capable of keeping you guessing how somebody could have come with the idea of writing this in the first place. Haruki Murakami’s Kafka on the Shore is the perfect mixture of metaphysical genius and alluring weirdness.

Jackie recommends it and gives it two ears up!

Jackie Loves to Relax / Happy New Jackie Year

Jackie Loves Funky Lights

Jackie Loves Amazing Fireworks