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He also talked about how he found the initial task of marrying together the "street" sound which Beyonce - who sings a verse of Telephone - wanted with the disco theme the rest of the track has.

"When I got on the phone with Beyonce, she was telling me she wanted her verses to have a hood, street element, and I actually was caught off-guard," Rodney said.

"I wondered, 'How am I going to do that? How am I going to make a disco/techno record and create a hood, street anthem vibe for her verse?'

"But once I got to the studio, it just kind of came to me."

Rodney Jerkins, interviewed by Brisbane Times

There Must Be a Tomorrow

There was a faint, almost imperceptible rustle; Daniel had already dashed, razor in hand, to the door and flung it open. Too late, the child was too quick for him: she had fled, she must have huddled herself into an angle of the landing, where she stood with beating heart, holding her breath. Daniel noticed a little bunch of carnations on the mat at his feet. “Nasty little creature,” he said loudly. It was the concierge’s daughter, he was sure. He had only to look at her fried-fishy eyes when she said good-morning to him. This had been going on for a fortnight; every morning on her return from school she laid flowers outside his door. He kicked the flowers downstairs. He would have to stand and listen for a whole morning in the outer room, that was the only way he would catch her. He would emerge, naked to his belt, and fix her with a glassy eye. “It’s my head that attracts her, my head and my shoulders, as she’s a bit of an idealist. She’ll get a shock when she sees the hair on my chest.” He went back into his room and went on shaving. He observed in the mirror his dark, handsome, blue-jowled visage. “That’s what excites them.” An archangel’s face; Marcelle called him her dear archangel, and now he must submit to the admiring gaze of this deplorable child, who was just at the puffy stage of puberty. “Horrid little creatures,” thought Daniel angrily. He bent forward a little and with a neat stroke of the razor snipped the tip off his pimple. It wouldn’t be a bad joke to deface the head they all admired. “Pah, a scarred face is still a face, it always means something: I should get tired of it all the sooner.” He walked up close to the mirror and eyed himself distastefully. “Besides,” he said to himself, “I like to be good-looking.” He looked tired. He gripped himself at the level of the hips. He must get his weight down by a couple of pounds. Seven whiskies last evening all by himself at Johnny’s. Until three o’clock he hadn’t been able to make up his mind to go home because it gave him the shivers to put his head on the pillow and feel himself slide away into the darkness, reflecting that there must be a tomorrow.

The Age of Reason, By Jean-Paul Sartre

The Forgiveness Trap

I remember an especially touching session with a client named Stephanie, whose experience illustrates some of the typical problems of premature forgiveness. Stephanie, 27, was an extremely devout born-again Christian when I met her. At age 11, Stephanie had been raped by her stepfather. He had continued to abuse her until her mother threw him out of the house (for other reasons) a year later.Over the next four years, Stephanie had been molested by several of her mother's many boyfriends. She ran away from home at 16 and became a prostitute. Seven years later, she was almost beaten to death by a client. While recovering in the hospital Stephanie met an orderly who persuaded her to visit his church. A few years later they married and had a son. She was genuinely attempting to rebulid her life. But, despite her new family and her new religion, Stephanie was miserable. She spent two years in therapy, but still she couldn't shake her intense depression. That's when she came to me.
I put Stephanie in one of my incest-victims' groups. In her first session, Stephanie assured us that she had made her peace and had forgiven both her stepfather and her cold, inadequate mother. I told her that if she wanted to get rid of her depression she might have to "unforgive" for a while, to get in touch with her anger. She insisted that she believed deeply in forgiveness, that she didn't need to get angry to get better. A fairly intense struggle developed between us, partly because I was asking her to do something painful, but also because her religious beliefs contradicted her psychological needs.
Stephanie did her work dutifully, but she refused to tap in to her rage. Little by little, however, she began to have outbursts of anger on behalf of other people. For example, one night she embraced another group member, saying, "Your father was a monster, I hate him!"
A few weeks later, her own repressed rage finally came out. She screamed, cursed, and accused her parents of destroying her childhood and crippling her adult years. Afterward, I hugged her as she sobbed. I could feel her body relax. When she was calmer, I teasingly asked, "What kind of way is that for a nice Christian girl to behave?" I will never forget her reply:

I guess God wants me to get better more than He wants me to forgive.

That night was the turning point for her.
People can forgive toxic parents, but they should do it at the conclusion – not at the beginning – of their emotional housecleaning. People need to get angry about what happened to them. They need to grieve over the fact that they never had the parental love they yearned for. They need to stop diminishing or discounting the damage that was done to them. Too often, “forgive and forget” means “pretend it didn’t happen.”
I also believe that forgiveness is appropriate only when parents do something to earn it. Toxic parents, especially the more abusive ones, need to acknowledge what happened, take responsibility, and show a willing-ness to make amends. If you unilaterally absolve parents who continue to treat you badly, who denty much of your reality and feelings, and who continue to project blame onto you, you may seriously impede the emotional work you need to do. If one or both parents are dead, you can still heal the damage, by forgiving yourself and releasing much of the hold that they had over your emotional well-being.
At this point, you may be wondering, understandably, if you will remain bitter and angry for the rest of your life if you don't forgive your parents. In fact, quite the opposite is true. What I have seen over the years is that emotional and mental peace comes as a result of releasing yourself from your toxic parents' control, without necessarily having to forgive them. And that release can come only after you've worked through your intense feelings of outrage and grief and after you've put the responsibility on their shoulders, where it belongs.

Toxic Parents, By Susan Forward

Definition of Curbstomp

(Warning: Contains Racist Language)
1. Placing of someones mouth on the corner of a sidewalk and kicking at the back of their head. This throws the jaw into their spinal cord and instantly kills them. Not allways used against black people... is actually mostly used when anti-nazi skins beat the crap out of a nazi skin group. Usually grab the biggest person and curbstomp them to show an example for the rest of the group to follow.

10 of my friends went to octoberfest and saw a group of 5 nazi's. We beat them up and then curbstomped them. Now there dead.

2. To put someones head on the side walk, raise ones foot, and push down on the head with force with bottom of food. This results in blood and if you're good enough, death.
We told him to kneel down and pick something up, and then we curb stomped him. Poor kid.

3. A way of showing how you owned or pwn'd someone.

Person 1: We won!
Person 2: We totally curbstomped those bitches in the 6th battle.

Definition of Gnarly

--------------[My Little Dead Dick]

1.These kooks have no idea what GNARLY is. Gnarly is when you've gone beyond radical, beyond extreme, it's balls out danger, & or perfection, & or skill or all of that combined.

Nobody can shred like that guy, he's fuckin gnarly.
That chick has prefect tits, she's fucking gnarly.
Pipeline in the winter is fucking GNARLY!

2. Slang term for something extreme. Used in bad and good cases.

Originated from the word gnarled.

That was a fucking gnarly wreck man, that dudes head flew off.
Did you see that new Local Motion board? It is gnarly.

Definition of Dank

------------------[Sarah Wilmer]

1. Really potent weed, produced by proper slow drying of harvested plant material, usually requiring curing (putting plant material in paper bag, folding over top, placing that bag in another bag. Thus reducing air and light contact on said plant materials, so when you go to retrieve some of said plant materials, it is still moist, green and sticky because the resin glands are still intact and 'sweating'. Usually can only be found on or near a High School

Go on, Im sure your son would love to hook you up with some digity dank.

2. Also an expression requently used by stoners and hippies for something of high quality.

That borritos was dank, man.
or... That borritos was the dankness

Definition of Dope

People who do not do drugs call Marajuanna Dope.

People who do Marajuanna call Heroin Dope.
Word has also been used to describe how good somthing is.

Don't you be somkin' dope! ( AKA Marajuanna )
OMG, I smoke the green but I don't do dope ( AKA Heroin )
Man that car is dope!

Domesticated Dog: Boo, Age 10

Behold the wisdom of the ages, the countenance of one who has attained peace of mind and the ultimate enlightenment. Might a Solomonic face like this beat evernal truths? Nah. Boo is seated on his Clifford blankie, with which he mus travel so he doesn't feel insecure.

Some Dog Book, Unknown Author

To Hang Out = To Sit/Stand and Possibly Talk With Others

vb (adverb)
1. to suspend, be suspended, or lean, esp from an opening, as for display or airing to hang out the washing
2. (intr) Informal to live at or frequent a place the police know where the thieves hang out
3. (intr; foll by with) Informal to frequent the company (of someone)
4. Slang to relax completely in an unassuming way (esp in the phrase let it all hang out)
5. (intr) US informal to act or speak freely, in an open, cooperative, or indiscreet manner