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Happy Birthday Tupac!

My efforts to solve the murder of Biggie Smalls have been put on a hiatus today to celebrate the 40th birthday of the possibly late Tupac Shakur. Killed at just 25 years old, we here at NoMad Blog tried to imagine what the great rapper would have been like at 40:

Audrey: Ain’t mad at cha on loop all day…If he was alive do you think that he’d be street still or would he be like Puffy (vodka, 40 name changes, actor, running the NYC marathon, etc) or like Rev. Run w/a reality show. Perhaps Ice-T, going the SVU route? Thoughts?

Jordy: My money’s on him being some sort of publicly elected figure. I bet he would be thinking about taking over Arnold’s governorship right about now. What campaign would they have against him? Smoking weed? That shit done been legalized. Heavy drinking? Accepted. Sleeping with multiple women? Par for the course. And hey, at least he doesn’t lie about any of it. Plus, can you imagine what his campaign trail would be like to follow?

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This is So Not How You Become the Pippa Middleton of a Wedding

As has become apparent I’m sure over the past few months, I was/am obsessed with the royal wedding, in particular the rising star of one Pippa Middleton. So much so that, moments after the world’s most famous sibling entered Westminster Abbey, I was proclaiming that I would be the Pippa Middleton of not one, not two, but all of the weddings I have to attend in the next year or so. Meaning, I was going to upstage everyone, be the best dressed, etc. Oh, wishful thinking.

My first attempt came at the Memorial Day nuptials of my cousin RJ. To say I crashed and burned would be an understatement. But instead of being upset or going on the defensive, I’m owning it, and because of that, I’m going to give all of you the definitive guide on what not to do at a wedding, family function, or really anytime you’re in public. This is How Not to be the Pippa Middleton of a Wedding. You’ll thank me later.

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Scenes from the Green Line: T-pocolypse 2011

Editor’s Note: This is a post from last week that I never got up on the blog because, well, basically I was too drunk at RJ’s wedding to do so. Here it is now. Enjoy.

So, we all think the Rapture didn’t happen, but recent events have caused me to think otherwise. Like last night, when my iPod mysteriously died. Or this morning, when I woke up and my iHome was blinking midnight, but the power hadn’t gone out. Or even still, when my bberry blinked an error message of some sort and the word FAIL flashed across the screen before it too died. Everything is collapsing around me. It’s like the Midas touch, but the opposite.

So I can’t say I was too surprised by the T-pocolypse after work today. Living in Boston, I’ve taken my chances with the possibility that one day the entire public transportation infrastructure would collapse. And the day of reckoning has finally come.

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