Comments on: 55Friday: The “Luchini AKA This Is It” Edition

By: rudie c

rudie c — Tue, 26 Feb 2008 01:35:09 +0000

I have looked over this post three of or even four times. No idea what the song is about, long ting to look at the link. 1997 was a great year, three of my all time fav films came out. This is it reminds me of washing my cloths in winter 2002/03. is this it.

By: A N N A

A N N A — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 22:05:53 +0000

In the car, 1997

"What are your plans, edi?" "My PLANS? As in what?" "Youâ€™ve already lost a year, and I have let that go, but which LSAT do you plan on sitting for?" "Daddy...I already told you I donâ€™t want to go." "Nonsense. Time to get serious. Youâ€™re going to law school." "No, daddy...I am not."

By: Salil Maniktahla

Salil Maniktahla — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 21:17:51 +0000

My first clue to how this would go was in gthe moving van packed with all my stuff on my way to Baltimore. I called her to ask her to pick up the keys to my new apartment, and she didn't want to leave her parents' house.

I should have just turned around right then.

By: A N N A

A N N A — Sun, 24 Feb 2008 03:59:04 +0000

"what are you listening to?" "luchini. it's by camp lo." "zucchini? wait what'd you say?" "LUCHINI. aka this is it." "what does that even mean?" "it means 'also known as'." "no. what does lutini mean..." "Luchini. chee. CHEEE. like your moms must have said to you all the freaking time..." "you're annoying, you know that?"

By: narayan

narayan — Sun, 24 Feb 2008 02:10:44 +0000

This lady's just unstoppable!
Quick with names tres droppable.
With wordy Latinate excess,
She hectors us to express
Our deepest pangs of nostalgia
Provoking in me instead neuralgia
That makes me reach for the Aspirin Lest I succumb to the funk I'm in,
Suckered into letting pen dip In ink not nearly quite as hip.

By: A N N A

A N N A — Sat, 23 Feb 2008 22:32:44 +0000

Sometimes, I almost hear the music and smell the Polo cologne. What is love, indeed.

I fell over, I was laughing so hard. Thank you.

By: thekingsingh

thekingsingh — Sat, 23 Feb 2008 22:24:10 +0000

The two hang in the dark corner of a closet, faded by long settled ten year old dust. One suit was plum; the other, olive. Both were double-breasted. Black tees nestle inside, never again to see the light of day.

Sometimes, I almost hear the music and smell the Polo cologne. What is love, indeed.

By: glass houses

glass houses — Sat, 23 Feb 2008 18:14:08 +0000

Lets get rich.....What?! The cheeky vines The sugar dimes Cant quit...What?!

classic!

By: Blue

Blue — Sat, 23 Feb 2008 06:42:55 +0000

She tried to remember 1997. Learnerâ€™s permit, pick-up truck, summer job singing and dancing in a leotard and top hat. Another job stuffing envelopes, listening to the radio all day long. Mmmmbop??? Being asked to prom by a senior â€“ wow!!! Titanic, three times. The senior saw her gaze at Leonardo, became jealous, and dumped her.

By: pingpong

pingpong — Fri, 22 Feb 2008 23:57:44 +0000

One measure of this:

Alternately, you could choose your own "damn, it's been years since I heard that"-joint for a starting point

plus one of this:

something unrelated to excellent hip-hop entirely.

and a dash of this:

I feel the lowe!

gives this lowe-lowely cocktail for a Friday night. (Skip the lyrics, just admire the costumes and choreography).