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Every few months it seems I get turned on to a really good book to read that I could recommend to anybody at anytime. They are the kind of books that completely absorb me when I begin reading them and leave me hungry to pick them back up when I put them down but that require time and thought to digest what was written. BOMB THE SUBURBS was one of these books as was THE TEENAGE LIBERATION HANDBOOK, which I'll get around to later.

Lately though the book that has split open my head and challenges me to reexamine the world is this one: THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF MALCOLM X with Alex Haley. The way this man lived his life so earnestly and recounts it so honestly is enough to make me tremble with fear of God and the incredible potential of a single human being. I'll have to reread this one later because I know I didn't pick it all up. I do know enough now to say that this was a man set free by the truth. Whoa.

Here's a random page from when he lived in a Harlem as a hustler. The whole book, by the way, was covered in with these yellow highlighted passages, all 500 pages. And there were half erased notes in pencil along the margins. Obviously this copy has spoken to more souls than just mine.

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Value 2: Krew du Vieux

I've been stuffing my face with King Cake for a few weeks now, but the first parade that made its way down Frenchmen Street Saturday night really marks the beginning of the carnival season for me. Krewe Du Vieux brings the lewdness and political commentary like no other parade. Its smaller but the only parade that now marches through the Quarter and along Frenchmen which is why its one of the best. Being the snoopy, print rat that I am, I can't help but to pick up and admire all the awesome throws from this year. These people bring some serious paper paper: stickers, postcards, fake money, and satirical newspaper to boot. Whoa. I was in heaven, scanning the street for the most pristine products I could find that had already hit the ground, while my friend looked on disgusted, embarrassed, and frustrated by his desperate search for a place to make peace with his colon.

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Artist Sam Pasquesi

The 'SP' stands for 'Self-Portrait'