Their manager is a genius.

Because all you hear up in tha A is dirty south crunked out ballin beats (I’m not complaining but you can only hear so much T.I. and Yung Joc before you want to yank your ears out), I thought I would investigate on what is being heard in El Ay. So for everyone who was not able to be in the City of Angels this past Thanksgiving weekend, press play. Sounds just like home – courtesy of The Game. Although The Game is a little poroo (comparing himself to Nas and Tupac), I still really like this song. And another cool song: Vato by S N double O P. Westside till I die XOXO

It is Thanksgiving week. And to reflect on some of the things I’m thankful for, here is a little story: almost two months ago I had the pleasure of eating at an authentic Southern establishment – the Cracker Barrel Old Country Store. When I proclaimed to the group I was with that I had never heard of this restaurant-store chain before, one of the ladies said to me, “Oh, sweet honey child, this is the place.” Okaaaaaaaay. I smiled and nodded.

The country store section had an assortment of just about everything from rocking chairs to candy to pots and pans to Christmas decorations (which were being sold in September). The restaurant’s menu was totally unrecognizable to me (I still don’t know what grits are. Or butter baked chicken? And who has gravy with biscuits for breakfast? I thought gravy was eaten only with mashed potatoes for dinner). Nevertheless, the food was good and the atmosphere was even better.

When I was leaving the store I noticed a sign posted by the establishment that they were willing to serve everyone and anyone – no matter of their race – and immediately my mind flashed to Civil War movies and segregation stories. It really made me be thankful for the different experiences I am able to have living here, and the histories, cultures, and various people I have come across. And it made me realize that step by step, little by little, the goal of unity of mankind is on its way to being accomplished. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

I have only been watching previews and random scenes, but I am already in love with Signé Chanel, a documentary on Karl Lagerfeld and Chanel’s Fall/Winter 2004-2005 collection. It is so funny to watch grandmothers: Madame Martine, Madame Jacqueline, and Madame Cécile, all gather in what looks like an upstairs attic, clocking in and out, sewing and designing haute couture for the most wealthiest and influential people in the world. The charming histories of Chanel – Monsieur Massaro is the decades-old Chanel shoemaker who learned his craft from his father – Madame Pouzieux has been braiding the trim for Chanel clothing since 1947 – Monsieur Lesage exclusively does embroidery for Chanel – all humanize the fashion line. All of which is very interesting for moi, who did a report on Coco Chanel in the 10th grade, calling her one of the most influential people in the 20th century. Bravo to Loïc Progent, for making the documentary (and to my mother for initially recognizing Coco’s effect on the world).

P.S. I want this shirt, if anyone has an extra $50 to give me. Booses!

Johnny Cash - God's Gonna Cut U Down

Celebrities (and sins) galore… which makes me wonder: are they promoting JC or JC of Nazareth?

H&M opens at the Beverly Center tomorrow. Approximately nine years after I first bought H&M clothing in Europe. Now if only Naf Naf and Kookai would grace LA with its presence.

And in other news... B* Spears is fed up with K* Fed. She’s not the only one. Can I file divorce papers against him, too?

What would the Middle East look like with borders based on traditional ethnic divisions?

Too bad (for the Kurds) it will never happen.