Keywords

  • FIGHT Baku
  • 热浪、空调与“画蛇添足”的生活
  • 断裂的对话与寻找“对的问题”
  • 旋律的层次与记忆的回响

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family ties (feat. Kendrick Lamar) Baby Keem

lyrics
Jump in that— (huh, huh), summon that bitch
Jump in that— (huh, huh), jump in that fire, jump in that bitch
Hittin' that fire, jump in that whip, thumbin' that bitch
Cum in that bitch (ho), drummin' that— (huh, huh)
Drummin' that bitch (yeah)

Chopper doin' circles, it's a Vert', Vert'
Take him to the projects, he's a nerd (Pop out)
I see niggas hittin' corners in the motherfuckin' 'burbs, huh (Pop out)
Done politickin' with the competition, what's the word? (Yeah)
Put that on my mama, nigga, ate in the process
Niggas tryna tippy toe through the progress
Tongue-tied when the truth is an object
What's the pros and cons of this next check?
When nobody 'round, I was independent
In the 90s, sittin' bum with the windows tinted
Had a bomb, got a strap at the party
Where the fuck niggas? At the party
Beat 'em up (Bounce), beat 'em up, beat 'em up, beat 'em up (ah)
I was seein' double in the projects
Mad at myself when I put it to the side
Mama had to cater for the coupe
That we rode after school on the way to Popeyes (Bounce)
And niggas wanna play both sides
It's a red dot, don't get on the wrong red eye
It's a headshot, let me get who are them guys
Fuck around and bury two of them guys
I'm OD in Paris, I'm OD in France
I thought that I told you, I need the advance
Put down your IG and look through my lens
A million to grandma, who did I offend?
The girl of your dreams to me is a fan
I netted ten million and did a lil' dance
I'm fuckin' the world, I unzip my pants
My uncle G told me that I had a chance
So then I popped out and did it again
And did it again and did it again
I can not respect them, where did he begin?
Advice from the council, let nobody in
Been swervin' through rumors
Avoidin' the trends and duckin' the hoes
I'm duckin' the loonies that come with the shows
I'm grateful to Man-Man, he opened up doors
And bung' on the tour bus to come and compose
I reach to the stars on my tippy toes
This greatest success where most niggas fold
I tell you my past, that shit don't get old
But how could you ask like I don't be rappin' my raps?
These critics got everyone tapped
You gotta relax, the city where nobody sleep
Just tap in and ask where I'm at, ho

Smoking on your top five tonight, tonight
Yeah, I'm smokin' on your, what's her name, tonight, tonight
Smokin' on you, shores, ain't two-nine, yeah, two

I am the omega, pgLang, Rollie gang, SIE
Don't you address me unless it's with four letters
I thought you'd known better
I been duckin' the pandemic, I been, social gimmicks
I been duckin' the overnight activists, yeah
I'm not a trending topic, I'm a—
Hold on, y'all niggas playin' with me, man
I am the omega, pgLang, Rollie gang, SIE
Don't you address me unless it's with four letters
Bitch, I thought you'd known better
I been duckin' the pandemic, I been duckin' the social gimmicks
I been duckin' the overnight actavis, yeah
I'm not a trending topic, I'm a prophet
I answer to Metatron and Gambriel
Bitch, looking for a better me
I am a legacy, I come from the seventy
The Al Green offspring, guns and the melody
The big shot, wrist on cryotherapy
Soon as I press that button
Nigga better get right like the ambulance comin'
Us two on a light, Keem been through nothin'
Dave Free got at least one B in the oven
I'm trippin', I'm juugin', my mental is amazing, brother
Pop off, only on occasions, brother
Rich nigga, momma know I made it, brother
Go figure, never caught cases, brother
Face it, brother, gracious brother?
New flows comin', be patient, brother
Show my ass and take you out of class
I can multitask like Megan, brother
2021, I ain't takin' no prisoner
Last year, y'all fucked up all the listener
Who went platinum? I call that a visitor
Who the fuck backin' 'em? All been falsified
The facts mean this a vaccine, and the game need me to survive
The Elohim, the rebirth
Before you get to the Father, you gotta holla at me first, bitch
Smokin' on top fives
Motherfuck that album, fuck that single
Burn that hard drive (Burn that shit)
Ain't nobody safe
When I come up killin' everybody that's outside (Who you with?)
Yeah, Kanye changed his life
But me, I'm still an old school Gemini (Lil' bitch)
Let me jump in this bitch

Let me jump in this bitch
Two phones, but I only bring one in this bitch
One daughter, but they all my sons in this bitch
No hoes, ain't shit gettin' done in this bitch
I'm scary, I got a gun in this bitch
Smokin' on top fives, stop playin', I'm that guy
Number two DM'ing my bitch
That's cool, I don't ask why


☕Gooddays

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FIGHT Baku

  • UFC Baku 阿塞拜疆,西亚的card一般都是北京时间的凌晨到天亮,睡前先看了前三场,因为都有熟悉的面孔,Usman的brother,然后ISLAM和KHABIB都在边角的tagir, 然后就床上睡觉了,睡前定了闹钟,手表手机多重保障,电脑继续开着直播,结果眼睛睁开后已经早上六点,错过了Comain, main event 刚刚开始,直播看完Hill vs. Rountree Jr.,乏善可陈,Rountree Jr游走还有节奏,很smart,calculated 自己发言也说吸取了上次title fight的教训,全部直播完后又回看了Rafael Fiziev VS Ignacio Bahamondes, 可能是轻量级目前的最大身高差,Bahamondes身高臂长,还是一如既往的秀腿法,转身高扫连环式,还速度极快,Fiziev躲过几次之后立马竖起两个大拇指,最终三回合几乎都是Fiziev稍微占优,有更多的地面部分,拿到的UD victory
  • 就在post conference press 上,在回答提问间隙,Dana宣布昨晚Jon jones打电话说退役, farewell,接着Tom Aspinall IC 成为Undisputed champ
  • Next, IFW UFC317就在这周,可能是年度card,之后七月UFC 318钻石最后一舞。

热浪、空调与“画蛇添足”的生活

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坐在客厅里,空调的冷风呼呼地吹着,我却莫名觉得有点闷。窗外是夏天的热浪,空气像一块被烤热的毛巾,捂得人喘不过气。我盯着手机屏幕,刷到一个“美食”视频:一个博主把一块牛排煎得滋滋作响,又把一堆蔬菜焯水、翻炒,最后还淋上奶油酱,搞得像在拍米其林大片。结果呢?盘子里那点东西,吃起来估计也就那么回事。我皱了皱眉,觉得这事儿有点像我们现在的生活——明明可以简单点,却总忍不住“画蛇添足”,把自己搞得更热、更累。

这让我想起小时候,家里还没装空调的日子。夏天的傍晚,我和奶奶坐在院子里,她拿着一把蒲扇,慢悠悠地扇着风。那风不凉,却带着点青草和泥土的味道,像一杯温水,喝下去没啥惊喜,但就是舒服。奶奶总说:“别老想着空调,扇扇子,出一身汗,晚上睡得香。” 那时候的我,觉得她这话老土,可现在想想,她说得对——扇扇子不仅降了温,还让人动起来,消耗了点热量,没给这世界添更多乱七八糟的热能。空调呢?冷气是爽了,可外机呼呼地吐着热气,室外的温度还是蹭蹭往上涨。就像我们现在,待在封闭的屋子里,温度只会越来越高,最后只能靠更多的冷气来“续命”。

这不就是碳排放的死循环吗?空调外机把热气排出去,整体温度还是升,逼得人只能躲在有冷气的地方。就像那些“多此一举”的美食视频,明明一块牛排煎一下、蔬菜洗洗就能吃,非要折腾一堆工序,烧一堆燃料,最后还未必好吃。期间浪费的能源,就像空调外机吐出的热气,悄无声息地让世界更热了点。

我关掉手机,起身去阳台透透气。外面的热风扑面而来,像个不请自来的老朋友,热情得让人有点招架不住。我突然有点怀念小时候的蒲扇,怀念那种简单的、靠自己就能让自己舒服点的生活方式。也许,我们真该学着少点“奶油酱”,少点“多此一举”的折腾。毕竟,生活就像一盘菜,simple is better,有时候,少做点,反而能尝到最本真的味道。

断裂的对话与寻找“对的问题”

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昨天晚上,我和朋友视频聊天,聊着聊着就卡壳了。他兴冲冲地讲一个新项目,我却完全跟不上他的思路,像在听一首歌却抓不住主旋律。我们的话题在空中打了个结,尴尬得像Wi-Fi信号断了一半,卡在loading的界面上。这种“逻辑断裂”的感觉,太熟悉了——就像在X上刷到一条莫名其妙的帖子,俩人你一句我一句,吵得热火朝天,可我愣是看不懂他们在争啥。Context,彻底缺失。

这让我想起小时候和表哥下棋的事儿。那会儿我俩都还是臭棋篓子,摆好象棋盘就咋咋呼呼开干,压根不管对方的走法有啥意图。结果呢?没几步就乱成一锅粥,我气急败坏地说他“乱走”,他还振振有词地反驳我“没战略”。最后,爷爷看不下去了,慢悠悠地走过来,说:“你们俩先别急着出招,先问问对方想干啥。”我们一愣,试着聊了聊,才发现我俩压根没在同一个“战场”上打——我以为他在攻,我在守,他却觉得自己也在守。没搞清楚对方的context,棋盘上全是白忙活。

这不就是我们现在聊天、讨论问题时常犯的毛病吗?Douglas Adams有句名言我一直记着:“Once you know the right question to ask, the answer is the easiest part.” 找到“对的问题”才是关键。可现实里,我们总急着抛答案、争对错,却忘了退一步,去搭个context的框架。就像在X上看到那些没头没尾的争论,俩人各说各的,像两列火车在不同轨道上狂飙,谁也别想撞出火花。

现在有了AI助手,感觉更像站在一个巨大的图书馆里,答案多得像书架上的书,伸手就能抓一本。可问题在于,如果我连自己在找什么书都不知道,AI再怎么头脑风暴,也只是给我一堆花里胡哨的“参考答案”。没有自己的视野和判断力,就像在迷雾里开导航,AI指的路再精准,我也可能一头扎进死胡同。真正的智慧,还是得从自己出发,先问问:我到底想解决啥?这个context清楚了,AI的建议才有用武之地。

我挂了视频,盯着屏幕发了会儿呆。也许下次聊天前,我得先问问朋友:“嘿,你今天想聊啥?” 就像下棋前,先看看对方的布局。找到那个“对的问题”,接下来的路,才能走得顺畅点。

旋律的层次与记忆的回响

昨晚我戴着耳机,窝在沙发上,随机播放列表跳出了Drake的 One Dance。Vocal一响,我脑子里条件反射般蹦出那句熟悉的“Grips on your waist, front way, back way”,跟着哼了两句。可不知怎么的,这次我的注意力却溜到了背景的beat上——那个轻快的Afrobeats节奏,像夏夜里微醺的海风,懒洋洋地推着人往前晃。Vocal是抓耳,可这beat,单拎出来也有种让人沉醉的魔力。我突然意识到,听歌其实像剥洋葱,一层层的,vocal是外皮,beat是内核,每层都有自己的故事。

这让我想起小时候学钢琴的日子。那会儿我特别讨厌练基本功,觉得弹那些枯燥的音阶和琶音简直是浪费时间。我就爱直接上手去弹谱子上的主旋律,觉得那才是“歌”的灵魂。老师却总让我慢下来,逼我一句句拆开,单独听听伴奏部分。她说:“主旋律是脸,伴奏是骨头,没骨头,脸再好看也站不住。” 我不情不愿地练,后来有一次弹Oasis的 Wonderwall,我试着只弹背景的吉他和弦,少了Liam Gallagher的嗓子,居然还是那么有味道,像一杯清茶,淡却回甘。那一刻,我才懂了老师的意思——beat和伴奏,是歌的底色,vocal只是锦上添花。

想想那些经典的hits,beat往往才是让人一秒入坑的魔法。像Future的 Mask Off,那开场的笛子loop一响,简直像历史书翻开新篇章的气势,宏大得让人头皮发麻。Kendrick和Baby Keem的 Family Ties 也是,鼓点和贝斯一上来,就像踩下油门,车直接飙到120迈,lyrics再牛,也得靠这beat撑场子。好的beat,像是电影里的配乐,单听就能勾出一整幕画面;vocal和lyrics,则是画面的注解,少了点也可以,多了反而喧宾夺主。

我切到 Wonderwall 的纯伴奏版,闭上眼,吉他的和弦像老朋友的脚步声,熟悉又温暖。听歌的层次感,其实有点像生活的节奏——我们总被表面的热闹吸引,忙着追vocal的剧情,却忘了静下来听听背景的beat,那些藏在日常里的小细节,才是支撑我们走下去的底气。也许,下次听歌,我得多留点心给那些幕后的旋律,就像多看看生活里的“骨头”,说不定会有新的惊喜。


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