Hung

I stumbled upon a review for a new book by Scott Poulson-Bryant entitled, Hung. Yes, keep your eyebrows raised. I don't think the review does the book's subject enough justice, but it is possible that it did if the book isn't really all that int he first place. I wouldn't say it's at the top of my list right now of boks to read, but it is on the radar.

I am feeling the description though.

HUNG: A Meditation on the Measure of Black Men in America

The title's double entendre isn't just sexual, explains the author, a founding editor of Vibe and now senior editor of the quarterly America. As used here, "hung" refers both to the legendary size of the African-American man's penis and to the method used in the not-so-distant-past to lynch black men, often due to fears of miscegenation.

In other unrelated and quasi-related news, Larry Brown may be the next coach of the NY Knicks. Why am I not feeling this? Just retire already! I'm saying, son, he's a great coach and all, but can you let some other people get their shine on. He's kinda like Hubie Brown. Great coach. Gray hair. Great track record. Great. Now step aside and let the young coaches breath. It would be so sweet if they made Herb Williams the coach instead of the interim coach. Hopefully, they won't hang Herb out to dry...

More HUNG news. In reading some background information on Oakland's famed street festivals - Carijama and the Festival on the Lake - I think back to my own experiences growing up and attending large events where at times the n!gga ratio would get higher than it should have been. You know the Comic View joke about how Black people see people running and start running too. Yeah...I've seen way too much of that. We can't keep hanging ourselves. But I have experienced a lot of growth (and frustration) this year and there have been a lot of new people that have opened my eyes to a wider world view and I only hope to be able to reciprocate their generosity and share their worlds. Or maybe I'm just caught up? Hmm....