(That would be Gen. Kill Q-Tip, not the as (if not more) awesome and amazing A Tribe Called Quest Q-Tip.) (Though I wouldn't say no to an icon of him either.)
The shitter belongs to Corporal Evan Stafford. A twenty-year-old from Tampa, Florida, Stafford is a white guy whose hair grows so blond fellow Marines call him "Q-tip." When not in uniform, he dresses like Eminem. He identifies so strongly with black culutre, notably the music and philosophies of the late Tupac Shakur...
-Evan Wright, Generation Kill: Devil Dogs, Iceman, Captain America, and the New Face of American War (New York: The Berkley Publishing Group, 2004), 145.
So, that time stamp meme ficlet that was supposed to be Nashville verse fluff about Q-Tip teaching Gibson to rap? It's starting to become a pretty deep character study on Q-Tip. It's also turning into a general class/family structure social commentary, along with showing my far-too-obvious deep and abiding love for the fact that while 2Pac had your typical throw-away songs about partying there was also whole albums worth about change and the consequences of "thug life." Clearly, I'm missing academia kind of hard to be doing this.
Also, in my re-reading of Generation Kill I will do give praise to Wright for never bother to sugar coat the behavior or language of the Marines.
In other news:
WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO SPRING? It's 80 friggin' degrees outside (F), will be like that tomorrow as well, and we have no A/C yet b/c, you know, it's MARCH. (The guys who "fixed" our roof broke our a/c after dropping a branch on it and then bailed. Since it's, you know, thousands of dollars to fix, mom has been putting it off as long as possible. We figured we had until late-April at least. Apparently not. Friggin' North Carolina.) We did put the window unit in today so at least Carrie and the nurses (and the O2 tanks) won't fry. But seriously, it's only March. I know Winter doesn't occur in CLT for more than a week, and Spring only lasts about a month, but still, it's supposed to stay in the 60s for a bit longer. Just a bit. *whinebitchmoan* I really wasn't made for this weather.
I am now going to take a shower, wash the grime and sweat out of my hair, and look forward to air drying with fans and possibly a nap on the floor in the basement where it should be nice and cool.
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