“We’ve had years of our leaders speaking French, where has that got us?”

After denying his intentions for the past 5 years, ‘Clef has finally put his big-ass hat in the proverbial ring. From the AP:

PORT-AU-PRINCE, Haiti — Singer Wyclef Jean officially announced his bid to be president of Haiti to a roaring crowd of supporters on Thursday, thrusting himself into a contentious race to lead an impoverished country reeling from a devastating earthquake.

At one point the hip hop artist-turned-politician bodysurfed on the hands of bandana-waving backers in Haiti’s capital and stepped onto a speaker truck to address the crowd of hundreds. Jean had submitted his candidacy papers 10 minutes before the provisional electoral office closed.

“America has Barack Obama and Haiti has Wyclef Jean,” shouted Jean, who was born in Haiti but raised in Brooklyn, N.Y. Many in the crowd wore T-shirts distributed by supporters. At times, Jean carried his daughter in his arms.

“It’s a moment in time and in history,” the singer told The Associated Press. “It’s very emotional.”

The former Fugees frontman enters a highly competitive and crowded race for a difficult and dangerous job. Only one person has completed a democratically elected 5-year term in Haiti’s history — current President Rene Preval — who is poised to do it again and hand it off to an elected successor.

The winner of the Nov. 28 general elections inherits a destroyed capital, 1.6 million homeless people and countless groups fighting over billions of dollars in international reconstruction funds pledged after a January earthquake that killed an estimated 300,000 people.

Jean originally planned to join the coalition of Pierre Eric Jean-Jacques, former Chamber of Deputies leader. But he switched at the last minute to Jean-Jacques’ brother’s party to make room for government planner Leslie Voltaire in Jean-Jaques’ coalition.

— By Akira The Don on Friday, August 6th, 2010

Damn, that holiday seems a long time ago now! I have been working my lil’ buns off ever since I got back. Much to consider.

But, first off, today I am STORMING SOME CHARTS!

The Hype Machine charts, to be exact. Right now Be Brave, from The Street Fighter Mixtape is sitting pretty at number 16 8 9 7 5 3. AMAZING! It’s been climing all day, following its appearance on the site (and outside the chart) last night, via the perma-dope musiclikedirt.com. If you can spare the time, get your ass over there and hit the Tweet This Track link. Actually, this seems to work. I have never been on a big chart on my own before (I know, that’s weird). This is a big deal to me! Serious! I am hyped!

Haha. “Hyped”.

In other news, Because you demanded it, I’m reprinting The Omega Sanction Ts. ON THAT AMAZING CARBON NEUTRAL ORGANIC COTTON!

Yes. We’ve been out of those joints for a while. BUT IT IS A DESIGN CLASSIC. And needs to be on that super comfy cotton. And guess what?

I am not increasing the cost, even though they cost me a bunch more. They’re still just £12.99. WOW!

They’ll be in next week. Order yours now to guarantee satisfaction!

Lalalala. I’m looking forward to rocking that. I was rocking my old one in Malta. It felt good. Did I mention I fell asleep on a lido and woke up half way out to bloody sea? I was way past the buoys, and the people on the shore were mere dots. It was a pretty amazing feeling. Well, once I’d got all the salt water out of my lungs. I woke up because the wake of a jet boat knocked my snoozing ass off my 2 euro lido. I thought I was gonna drown to death for a second! I think I deserved it. I’d been grumping ‘cos the sun was lurking behind a thin later of cloud. I still manage to amaze myself with my own dickery sometimes.

Imagine, grumping because of a thin layer of cloudl. In Malta? On holiday with family?

Dick move Donovan!

My goal this week – well, one of them – is to get through a whole week without making a single dick move. Starting now. I am going to get my friends, my girl, and YOU, dear reader, to judge. If I make a dick move I will have to pay some kind of forfeit. If I don’t, I will WIN!

Speaking of which, you’ve got till tomorrow to get your CAPTION CONTEST entries in. We’ve got some string one’s so far, but there’s still room for someone to come in and steal the show.

PAX!

— Tuesday, May 25th, 2010

— Monday, September 22nd, 2008

So, there were a bunch of updates and pictures and things, and they got wiped! Oh, the tragedy.

So, a recap. On my last day on Rivington Street I saw a white thug in an open-top Hummer drive by blasting out ‘I Want The One I Can’t Have’ and nodding along with a serious expression about his face.

Then we went.

Wade and I ended up on the coach, as there was no room in the van, or car. We got there early, and checked out the scene. The scene is small.

We don’t actually live in Woodstock. We live in Shandaken, outside. Well, just outside. Half way up a mountain, hidden away by forest, amongst bears and chipmunks and what have you. In a big old dusty house full of weird porn and broken stuff, with brown water and giant ants. Like, there’s a jacuzzi, but it doesn’t seem to work. There is the biggest TV you’ve ever seen, but it’s got a big black tear across the front and doesn’t tune properly. It’s a two hour walk to the nearest shop, whihc is a petrol station, and does a good line in biscuits. The local girl’s got a lot of guns.

It is very lovely to look at up in Shandaken. Mountains covered in trees, mainly. Streams. Clouds so low you can jump up and punch them.

I miss Wade, who is back in London sorting out affairs. All my stuff is in boxes.

— Tuesday, July 13th, 2004