So if you had to guess, who you would say was the highest paid rapper last year? Jay-Z, Sean Combs? No - it was 50 Cent, who earned $150,000,000 last year. You surely must be wondering, as I did, how the hell he earned that much money in 12 months.



The new king of hip-hop wealth banked $100 million after taxes on one deal alone when his stake in VitaminWater's parent, Glaceau, was bought by Coca-Cola as part of a $4.1 billion deal.

He's a true businessman!

LeRoi Moore, saxophonist of the Dave Matthews Band, died at the age of 46 as a result of complications from an ATV accident two months ago - - it always bothers me when musicians die too soon.

An unfortunate legacy of Heath Ledger's death is his daughter, Matilda, growing up without her father. It turns out that Heath Ledger's will was never updated to include Matilda, so the actors that completed his role in The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus (Johnny Depp, Colin Farrell, Jude Law) donated their earnings from the film to the little girl. It isn't as if the girl wasn't destined to be a millionaire and wouldn't have lived off of her father's money the rest of her life, but I still think it was a touching gesture from a few heavy hitters in Hollywood.

Here is an ad hoc manga avatar that reflects today's look and general demeanor!

Growing up I was a real product of my generation - dad used to play Genesis, Phil Collins, Peter Gabriel, Miles Davis (the bad stuff), U2, Sade and so on whenever we were in the car. So the soundtrack to my early life was heavily laden with the likes of:

No Jacket Required



and Face Value.



Awesome albums that came from the man's soul while dealing with a painful divorce. "If Leaving Me Is Easy?" Only a wounded bird can chirp a song like that my friend.

Well, it hasn't been Phil's year, I have to say. Mr. Collins will now live in infamy as the British record holder for largest ever payout to an ex-wife. Article - Even larger than Sir Paul's payment to that beeotch Heather Mills! That shit hurts. I'd weep too, man. He's paid a total of $84 million to his ex-wives!

Since the songs were so great that came from what he was feeling during his first divorce, one can only speculate as to what kind of record he'd make based on this most recent unlucky mishap.

I'm a dick so I went ahead and speculated for everybody:



OMG! Oh, and by the way, please take note of his innovations in the sport of love. You've heard of the most recent Hollywood trend of dumping people via text, right? Consider this evolutionary precursor to the text dump:

After taking advantage of technological advances and infamously dumping wife No. 2, Jill Tavelman, by fax back in 1994, he was forced to pay $34 million.

That is a special kind of loathe.

I was introduced to the works of Cormac McCarthy during the wintertime, which I suppose is a bit of a poetic time to be introduced to the works of a man who typically writes violent, post-apocalyptic books vaguely reminiscent of Faulkner's prose style. His best work I'm told (I'm going to study it this fall) is Blood Meridian, which is an incredibly rich text and is widely compared to Moby Dick. I say study rather than read - almost every page is littered with accurate historical references (even seemingly innocuous sentences), and most people that read the book never really understand how monumental a book Blood Meridian is in that regard. It is like reading Tolstoy and not ever really having an intricate grasp of 19th Century Russian society, or like reading Nabokov without an intricate grasp of 19th Century Russian literature.

The one book that has won Mr. McCarthy the most recent praise (and the cringeworthiness of being associated with Oprah) is The Road, which won last year's Pulitzer Prize. Like most of McCarthy's books, the plot is not the focus and is sometimes non-existent. The strength of his writing, particularly with The Road, is how he draws out the most human of our elements in the midst of an end of the world scenario. The focus of the book is not the setting but the journey, and how a father and son cope with survival when civilization has been lost. McCarthy refers to it in the book as "carrying the fire," which is simply another way of saying that in many ways civilization, the goodness and the very humanity that we exhibit really hasn't been lost, and you learn that the "fire" is encapsulated by the boy.

Well, like "No Country For Old Men" and "All The Pretty Horses," The Road has been adapted for the screen and will be released this November. Viggo Mortensen plays the role of the father, and a relatively unknown child actor from Australia plays the son. The film was largely shot in Pittburgh, with some locations elsewhere. The NYT has an article about the movie you can read here - - apparently the final scenes were filmed in Erie, near the shores of our Great Lake. Does this mean that our general area is good for filming what seems to be bombed out landscape half of the year? I don't know, but Viggo seems to be really excited about the child star they brought on to play the son - apparently he is a savant in the same mold as Haley Joel Osment.

Setting aside the political stuff, the Olympics have been incredible to watch thus far. The opening ceremony was a true spectacle. I've been watching the swimming events mainly, but I caught the USA - China basketball game as well, where Christian democracy triumphed over atheist totalitarianism (metaphorically, of course) to the score of 101 - 70. One billion human souls were said to have watched the game, which would be the most watched basketball game in history.

Last night I think it is safe to say that we witnessed live on air yet another legendary American sports moment, and perhaps the greatest swimming relay in the history of the event. I feel so lucky that I saw it live - (e:jay) and I were jumping in the air screaming at 11:30pm (sorry to our new neighbor!). Michael Phelps, the American swimmer who became an international star after Athens 2004, had his chances of winning 8 gold medals hanging off of the arms of Jason Lezak and his two other teammates in the 4x100m freestyle relay. The opposition: the French quartet, who were heavily favored. Drama was present prior to the relay, with the French having talked a copious amount of merde and stating that they were going to 'crush' the Americans.

The result was one of most exciting events of any kind I've seen in my life. The final relay member, Jason Lezak, was forced to make up nearly a body length while facing the fastest relay swimmer in the world, Alain Bernard. After the first 50 meters it looked as if Phelps' dream would die; the American was behind about half a body length with the final 50 meters to go. 40 meters, still trouble. 30 meters, it appears as if Lezak was making up some ground. 15 meters, by God Lezak appeared to be pulling even! 5 meters - underwater cams reveal the two swimmers are even. In an amazingly poetic moment the two swimmers glance at each other in the final few feet and the American reaches out his arm to beat the Frenchmen by eight one-hundredth of a second! It was such an unexpected and dramatic moment that the entire Cube burst into wild excitement, the spectators shouting and screaming as loud as I've ever heard. The NBC commentator was practically out of his shoes. In the end, Jason Lezak swam the fastest relay leg in history to beat the Frenchmen and earn gold for himself and his team. 5 of the 8 teams eclipsed the previous world record, which was newly set by the Americans during their winning relay.

Sports are great for a lot of reasons, but for me the best part about sports is shown at times like these, where the moment of truth arrives and you show the world exactly how big your heart is. It seems that the Olympics magnifies these kinds of moments and we had one of the best last night.

Here is an article with a video of the relay - it gets my highest recommendation. Drama doesn't get much better than this under any circumstances!