New Loves.

Wow three years in between blogs is OK right?

Yeah you know it.

I still haven't finished that Nazi book. It's sitting on my bookshelf smirking. "Oh Yeah I'll

read it while I'm on the train", um no.

There are far too many books on my shelf that haven't been read yet. All purchased with fantastic intentions. But all left sitting without any purpose. I won't keep making empty promises because to be honest, choosing between the particularly easy to read "Jeremy Clarkson on..." and "Nabokov, Details of a Sunset and other short stories" I'm going to go with Jezza. Not only is he already sitting on the bedside table so he wins by default, but he's got a few more laughs up his sleeve than old mate "I like writing books about sexy 11 year olds" Nabokov. Nabokov was a gift however. So I can't really blame myself for not reading it. Well I can, but it doesn't count. Where is this going? I don't know.

What I wanted to look at this evening was Hip Hop and my burgeoning relationship with it.

For the moment I feel the relationship is moving forward nicely at a pace that I am enjoying but the ever-present sad reality will not for

much longer keep itself politely hidden. The ever-present sad reality of which I refer to is the fact that I, a young, small, very white girl from Australia will probably never be "down" with hip hop. Now I know I sound like your year 10 science teacher who says he's "down" with what kids are into, but it's true. I love the beats, I love the rhymes, I love the swagger and I love the stories, but as much as I can appreciate hip hop in my own way I'll never be able to present this outwardly. For most people this is fine because music appreciation is simply that- appreciation and nothing else. But I want the life that hip hop is offering me. It's more that music at the moment. I'm learning about a whole way of life that will never exist for me. What pains me the most is how much the stories I'm hearing are beginning to mean to me and how I will never be able to impress this upon anyone. Imagine a little white girl telling the RZA or Doom or Q-Tip that they know what they were saying when they wrote "X". I don't even pretend for a second that I do know what they were saying- but I want to be able to explain the impact hip hop is having on me. But for the moment I'm stumped. So I'll present the visuals.reality of which I refer to is the fact that I, a young, small, very white girl from Australia will probably never be "down" with hip hop. Now I know I sound like your year 10 science teacher who says he's "down" with what kids are into, but it's true. I love the beats, I love the rhymes, I love the swagger and I love the stories, but as much as I can appreciate hip hop in my own way I'll never be able to present this outwardly. For most people this is fine because music appreciation is simply that- appreciation and nothing else. But I want the life that hip hop is offering me. It's more that music at the moment. I'm learning about a whole way of life that will never exist for me. What pains me the most is how much the stories I'm hearing are beginning to mean to me and how I will never be able to impress this upon anyone. Imagine a little white girl telling the RZA or Doom or Q-Tip that they know what they were saying when they wrote "X". I don't even pretend for a second that I do know what they were saying- but I want to be able to explain the impact hip hop is having on me. But for the moment I'm stumped. So I'll present the visuals.