CORI CONFERENCE
Saturday October 1st, 2005
Keynote Speaker: Theodore M. Shaw, NAACP Legal Defense Fund
Harvard Law School (i'm not sure which building though)
Workshops and panels for everyone!
You can peep the agenda and print it out via this PDF download.
another link: http://www.masslegalhelp.org/page/211388&printable=yes
Friday, September 30, 2005
A Break from the norm...
i mentioned it before and i'll mention it again. The Roxbury Open Studios event takes place this weekend and i need to make sure I get out there. It is sponsored by ACT Roxbury, which ha sbeen putting it down for a while noe with very innovative and engaging programming. If you're in the Boston area, you will want to check out all the various displays they will have during the next 48 hours. I'm especially interested in seeing the work of one Lilita Parker, whose works will be on display at the Dillaway Thomas House in Roxbury's John Eliot Square. And it's so great that I'll be able to walk there since it's right in between my crib and the office. I've only met the sister once through ChezNiki, but her photography is very enrapturing. As a matter of fact, one of her photos, Dia at North Station, adorns the flyer for the event. But in addition to that, there's a new eatery in Dudley square called Haley House Cafe. Inside, their walls are decorated with none other than Lolita's stellar still images. I even caught a glimpse of more than a few people I knew up on those walls, including my man Dr. Ronald Bailey and Eroc. If you couldn' tell from the POPS' Pics section, I'm trying to get back into one of my other side loves; photography. Definitely some ill shT to check out instead of letting the day waste away watching college football or jerking off.
Thursday, September 29, 2005
ghetto uprising: Real Preppy, Fake Gangsta (and other stuff, too)
my man harold clemens has been consistently bloggin about some ill shT for a while now. we were on the phone as he was putting the finishing touches on this post in particular. it is definitely a gem. but beware, he's a bit more loose with his street talk than I so you may wanna read this one at home because he gives quite the tounge-lashing. here' sto wishing some media outlet picks him up for a steady writring gig. speaking of which, the new issue of the Bay State Banner has an article on the Boston Digital Bridge Foundation and last week's Evenigng n the Bridge event [link will only work for a week though].
tonight, a former employer of mine, the freedom house opens its doors to the community.
tonight, a former employer of mine, the freedom house opens its doors to the community.
Freedom House Inc. is holding its annual Open House. It will take place TONIGHT, 5-8 p.m. If you would like to learn more about our programs or simply would like to re-engage with us, Come Out! There will be sign-up for our FREE After-School Experience: Just Us Youth (JUY) for ages 11-14. In addition, there will be a sign-up for our Financial Literacy for Youth (Fly) Class for ages 16-21. We are located at 14 Crawford St., Grove Hall. For more information, please contact 617-445-3700 or visit our website at www.freedomhouse.com.On Saturday, my man Horace Small is at it again. This time he and his partner-in-good-deeds, my homegirl Mary, will be hosting the CORI Conference. If you live in Mass and don't know what a CORI is, you need to recognize. It's just as important to your livlihood as your credit report and FICO score.
9 a.m. – 4:30 p.m., the Massachusetts Alliance to Reform CORI and the Criminal Justice Institute at Harvard Law School will co-sponsor “Balancing Public Safety and Second Chances for Former Offenders: Retooling CORI Laws” conference at Harvard Law School Pound Hall.And Sunday is the 30th Anniversary of the Roslindale Day Parade. The parade will stepoff at 1 p.m. from Washington Street at Adams Park in Roslindale Village. Parade proceeds up South Street, to Belgrade Avenue, to West Roxbury Parkway, to Centre Street, to South Street, and ending at Walter Street. Performances in Fallon Field after the Parade. For more information, call (617) 327-4886.
This is a one-day conference to engender a plan of action for reintegrating individuals with criminal records into the mainstream by promoting dialogue about their employment needs while addressing public safety concerns. Keynote Speaker will be Theodore M. Shaw, Esq., president of NAACP Legal Defense Fund. Free legal advice for individuals with CORI related issues. Conference is FREE but Space is limited. Please contact the Union of Minority Neighborhoods to pre-register: 617-541-4111 or www.unionofminority-neighborhoods.org.
the day's oddities - from the streets
at TBA in dorchester right now. they happen to have MTV on campus today. so tell me why this also just so happens to be the day that four students get arrested. here's the clincher. the kids that got got were middle school students who had been jumping (mugging) and robbing the high school students that past week. man i tell ya...
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Three Blind, Criple, and Crazy Senior Citizens...
Found some interesting articles worth reading. The first is a scathing Globe article on the cathlic church entitiled, Smear Tactics. The other is straight-shooting suggestion that Mitt Romney represent for his real constituents, the people of Massachusets. And I can share the joy and elation of bringing a new child into this world, but the story of the woman on the Cape who gave birth and name her son Cape Cod is a bit troubling to me. Now you see, she is one of the New Orleans transplants and I in no way want to chastise her for her choices, but damn, B; THIRTEEN children? Are you fuqing kidding me? Mind you, it's really gut-wrenching that three of her children are still missing and this has been a very trying past month for her. But as common sense will tell you, they don't come out of the womb with paychecks in their mouths. 'From the mouths of babes' is just a catchphrase, B. But hey, here's to a change of locale, wishful prayers that she'll find her 3 missing kids, and a new beginnning. I ain't gonna knock the hustle. One day it'll all make sense, right?
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Big Funny Sundays
This comedy show re-cap is dumb late, but oh well, fuq it.
I finally hit up Big Funny Sundays on-time back on September 1th and caught one helluva good show. Here's a quick stroll down memory lane.
Firt of all, it was Pumpkin's birthday. Pumpkin's real name is Monica and everyone in her family and all her homegirls and co-workers came through to celebrate. They are mad chill Black folks, so you know what that means. FOOD! And I mean this was som damn good food. I'm talking lasagna and chicken and patties and cake and colard greens and brown rice and yellow rice and whew...I'm hungry again. I also need to acknowlede that fact - because apparently there is no debating it - that I look justlike Pumpkin's brother. Of course, she was the only one who didn't think so. But why did her homegirl and even her pops give me the double-glance; repeatedly.
As for the actual show. It was the jump-off. Corey and Chris do their thing up on that stage. At times it can get kinda dry because of how they do their simultaneous routine where they're both talking and you have to flip-flop to keep track, but other times will have you on the floor in tears because the spur of the moment jokes that come up because of someone in the audience are classic. It turned to be a decent crowd that night and they also had several guest comedians perform on-stage; some a little more funnier than others.
Rhodes Pierre: This dude drove up for Rode Island and should not have wasted his gas. My lawd. Thumbs down, dunny. And somehow he decided to start a company called Oh La La Entertainment, yet the enchantment is seemingly transparent. I think I may have heard crickets in Dorchester that night.
DJ Reesey: This cat was decent. He was short with no neck and played it up (no pun intened). Most of his jokes centered around online dating. Maybe 7 out of 10 laughs.
Sheila Jennings: She was aiight. This sister was a little weird, quasi-crazy. Her jokes centered around being single and having low expectations. She got 6 laughs.
Natural Breeze: This guy's delivery wasn't too bad and he did get some good laughs for when he stripped down to his Crack Man costume. 6/10.
The Glow: All the NY transplants would have loved son simply becuase he was from the Boogie Down. His delivery is on-point. He just needs to come at it a little harder, but you can tell he has the potential to realy shine given some more engaging stage presence. The poppin' and lockin' joke was pretty funny so I won't spoil it here. And he's 'bout it, 'bout it. Son has his own website. 7/10.
Crazy Shirley: Wow. I don't think she is even a comedian. From what I was told; it was her first time on-stage ever. Apparently, Shirley is a BPS teacher and has four expectations of her students: 1) read, 2) write, 3) think, and 4) understand that she is crazy. That would've been enough to keep my attention. Crazy Shirley go 'nuf laughs. 7.5/10.
Carlos DeSoto: Corey and Chris had this dude waiting for a hot minute on the sidelines before he got on-stage. Carlos is from New Bedford and repped for his CV peoples. His routine was very low-key and very funny. His topics included Cape Verde, animal prostitution, and why people would question his faith although his older brother's name is Jesus. Carlos is that next dude. 8 outta 10 laughs.
Marlon Baker: I don't recall much from his set other than the punchlines lines about his roommate; his grandma. I gave him 8 out of 10 laughs, but I cannot recall why. Not a good look. So obviously he needs to work on leaving a lasting impression and
Pumpkin: Yes. The made the birthday girl get on-stage. Why you ask? Well you see, she came to previous shows and after trading jabs with the Dynamic Duo, started to go up and doing her own little routine. This night she said she had planned to chill and celebrate, but peer pressure is the baddest b!tch. So she sent us all home with knots in our stomach. Homegirl has got the right skills. She literally was freestylng her routine on-stage and still had us rolling. She touched upon food (she loves cheeseburgers), childhood stories (falling off the school bus face-first), her family (the out-of-town brother that I look like and the other one named Eric with a bald head and a rat tail), and how everyone should pratice etiquette by wiping til you see no mo' brown. Sista girl's got it. And she got 9 laughs, B.
I finally hit up Big Funny Sundays on-time back on September 1th and caught one helluva good show. Here's a quick stroll down memory lane.
Firt of all, it was Pumpkin's birthday. Pumpkin's real name is Monica and everyone in her family and all her homegirls and co-workers came through to celebrate. They are mad chill Black folks, so you know what that means. FOOD! And I mean this was som damn good food. I'm talking lasagna and chicken and patties and cake and colard greens and brown rice and yellow rice and whew...I'm hungry again. I also need to acknowlede that fact - because apparently there is no debating it - that I look justlike Pumpkin's brother. Of course, she was the only one who didn't think so. But why did her homegirl and even her pops give me the double-glance; repeatedly.
As for the actual show. It was the jump-off. Corey and Chris do their thing up on that stage. At times it can get kinda dry because of how they do their simultaneous routine where they're both talking and you have to flip-flop to keep track, but other times will have you on the floor in tears because the spur of the moment jokes that come up because of someone in the audience are classic. It turned to be a decent crowd that night and they also had several guest comedians perform on-stage; some a little more funnier than others.
Rhodes Pierre: This dude drove up for Rode Island and should not have wasted his gas. My lawd. Thumbs down, dunny. And somehow he decided to start a company called Oh La La Entertainment, yet the enchantment is seemingly transparent. I think I may have heard crickets in Dorchester that night.
DJ Reesey: This cat was decent. He was short with no neck and played it up (no pun intened). Most of his jokes centered around online dating. Maybe 7 out of 10 laughs.
Sheila Jennings: She was aiight. This sister was a little weird, quasi-crazy. Her jokes centered around being single and having low expectations. She got 6 laughs.
Natural Breeze: This guy's delivery wasn't too bad and he did get some good laughs for when he stripped down to his Crack Man costume. 6/10.
The Glow: All the NY transplants would have loved son simply becuase he was from the Boogie Down. His delivery is on-point. He just needs to come at it a little harder, but you can tell he has the potential to realy shine given some more engaging stage presence. The poppin' and lockin' joke was pretty funny so I won't spoil it here. And he's 'bout it, 'bout it. Son has his own website. 7/10.
Crazy Shirley: Wow. I don't think she is even a comedian. From what I was told; it was her first time on-stage ever. Apparently, Shirley is a BPS teacher and has four expectations of her students: 1) read, 2) write, 3) think, and 4) understand that she is crazy. That would've been enough to keep my attention. Crazy Shirley go 'nuf laughs. 7.5/10.
Carlos DeSoto: Corey and Chris had this dude waiting for a hot minute on the sidelines before he got on-stage. Carlos is from New Bedford and repped for his CV peoples. His routine was very low-key and very funny. His topics included Cape Verde, animal prostitution, and why people would question his faith although his older brother's name is Jesus. Carlos is that next dude. 8 outta 10 laughs.
Marlon Baker: I don't recall much from his set other than the punchlines lines about his roommate; his grandma. I gave him 8 out of 10 laughs, but I cannot recall why. Not a good look. So obviously he needs to work on leaving a lasting impression and
Pumpkin: Yes. The made the birthday girl get on-stage. Why you ask? Well you see, she came to previous shows and after trading jabs with the Dynamic Duo, started to go up and doing her own little routine. This night she said she had planned to chill and celebrate, but peer pressure is the baddest b!tch. So she sent us all home with knots in our stomach. Homegirl has got the right skills. She literally was freestylng her routine on-stage and still had us rolling. She touched upon food (she loves cheeseburgers), childhood stories (falling off the school bus face-first), her family (the out-of-town brother that I look like and the other one named Eric with a bald head and a rat tail), and how everyone should pratice etiquette by wiping til you see no mo' brown. Sista girl's got it. And she got 9 laughs, B.
That's how the game got contaminated
Seems like whatever I do
Its not enough for you
I paid the cost and gave you my all
But you still want more
I'm still standing right here
But it seems so unfair
That I sacrifice and give you my life
But you still want more
Its not enough for you
I paid the cost and gave you my all
But you still want more
I'm still standing right here
But it seems so unfair
That I sacrifice and give you my life
But you still want more
Been a long time comin'Can't you just feel the frustration in his voice. Yes, yah boy Kanye is dope, but isn't on a level to even by Phonte's lyrical weed-carrier. And I won't even bother to go into other cats that get big props and play. Let's just say that The Minstrel Show is still in heavy rotation in the whip.
But damn we just made it
So much to discuss so frustrated
Yes, I must say that the industry lost touch
Radio better play this, 'cause Tay's style is nuts
And y'alls is just dated
Its history in the making
When I write its for all of N.C., call me the state pen
And now I'm making my name for those who hate that I'm
Staking my claim just like Nationwide
Radio, them suckas never play us
Took our wax to the station and they straight played us
That's how the game got contaminated
And now they sayin' we're at fault like the San Andreas
-Phonte of Little Brother on "Not Enough"
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Strength, Courage & Wisdom
There exists this poster entitled, "Everything I'll Ever Need to Know About Life I Learned in Kindergarten." When I cop a crib, that will have to go up on a wall somehwhere. So anyways, I say that to get to this, we all encounter wise sages who drop gems on us in passing and we collectively soak up those vignettes as our theme song.
My life's soundtrack has mostly been filled with hip-hop verses, street talk, and positive reinforcement. Ever since I was young, I used to make my own music. Granted, I'm no producer, although I would like to dabble with the Frooty loops software in the near future. I mean music for me and my own personal enjoyment. About 2-3 years ago, I made this one mix CD under the moniker, DJ POPS, with a host of rather laidback joints on it. It started off with Donnell Jones and included such artists as Erykah Badu, Jill Scott, and India Arie.
But the songs I had on my joint weren't the usual, round-the-way tracks that everybody else was banging. Peep the steez:
So the culmination of some recent conversations I had that all had similarly parallel plotlines, combined with my current sense of purpose and content - and good music - got me shifting paradigms in my mind. I am not a fan of low self-esteem, yet I can sometimes find myself questioning my own actions, behaviors, and choices. Gut reactions are just that. We sense we are doing the right thing, whether we dwelled on the alternatives extensively or not. I just wanna do right by my family. That one thing has been consistent. And in that quest for consistency, I find that as much as I relish a life completely consumed in hip-hop, I know I'd probably lose it on some d!ckhead who didn't truly understand this shT like I had. Likewise, as much as I enjoy working with students, I know if I don't start meditating I'm liable to lose on one of them as well. See, that goes back to the consistency theory. Thus far, I've established myself as a reasonably friendly, fun, and calm muthafuqa. Laidback and nonchalant sometimes get thrown as additional adjectives for the melting pot, but you get the gist of it. However, I would not consider myself 'deep' or 'sensitive' or no extra spaced-out shT like that. In most instances, I have a great deal of patience and can sustain a high level of stress and burden until it's gone just a tad bit too far. If you can deal with me, then deal with me.
Of course, the opposite can be true as well. If I'm my own worst enemy, why am i not my own best friend? The one person pushing me towards greatness with the hardest shove should be myself, right? So then why can I find myself periodically assessing my goal and plans and realizing there are gaps in the strategy that went unassessed. At time, I feel wuite luck and blessed to have been able to do the things that I have done thus far, but conversely, I realize I ain't really done shT and there's so much, much more to life. I can effortlessly say I'm glad to have made it beyond the age of 21, when that's what is supposed to happen. In some ways, the characterization of a young black male that made it as an anomaly compels mixed feelings of both elation and bewilderment. You're supposed to finish high school, go to college, get a career, cop a crib, and live life to its fullest. I know there will always be breaks in the links of the chain, but the bigger picture is much more expansive than that.
"Brotha" by Jill Scott was one of the other songs I included on that CD. It is somewhat similar to Angie Stone's joint, but I felt Jill's held much more weight and spoke to me. In it, the chorus rolls off like a daily affirmation to a beat:
Don't go getting all misty-eyed on me. But that Brotha song is so real. There are a lot of thoughts, words, emotions, insight, and perspective that I want to share with the world. And everyday until my demise, i'm gonna keep doing what I gotta do for the betterment of my family and my peoples. I've got a lot of ground to cover and sht to make amends for, but in due time it will all make sense. May not be real talk for you, but it damn sure is for me. Word.
My life's soundtrack has mostly been filled with hip-hop verses, street talk, and positive reinforcement. Ever since I was young, I used to make my own music. Granted, I'm no producer, although I would like to dabble with the Frooty loops software in the near future. I mean music for me and my own personal enjoyment. About 2-3 years ago, I made this one mix CD under the moniker, DJ POPS, with a host of rather laidback joints on it. It started off with Donnell Jones and included such artists as Erykah Badu, Jill Scott, and India Arie.
But the songs I had on my joint weren't the usual, round-the-way tracks that everybody else was banging. Peep the steez:
Inside my head there lives a dream that I want to see in the sunThose snippets from India Arie's dopest dong (in my opinion), "Strength, Courage, and Wisdom." I'm not going through any mid-life crisis or nothing crazy like that, but if you pay attention to the world it will get you thinking about some other shT, nahmean. I've been thinking about what I have accomplished thus far and what lay ahead. I think back on past friendships, experiences, relationships, and trips while neither reflecting too much on the bad nor reminscing too fondly of the good. I try not to live with a minimum of regrets yet can often feel as though I am my own worst enemy. We only realize our greatest potential when shT gets real like that.
Behind my eyes there lives a me that I've been hiding for much too long
'Cause I've been, too afraid to let it show
'Cause I'm scared of the judgment that may follow
Always putting off my living for tomorrow
It's time to step out on faith, I've gotta show my faith
It's been elusive for so long, but freedom is mine today
I've gotta step out on faith, It's time to show my faith
Procrastination had me down but look what I have found, I found
Strength, courage, and wisdom
And it's been inside of me all along,
Strength, courage, and wisdom
Inside of me
Behind my pride there lives a me, that knows humility
Inside my voice there is a soul, and in my soul there is a voice
But I've been, too afraid to make a choice
'Cause I'm scared of the things that I might be missing
Running too fast to stop and listen
It's time to step out on faith, I've gotta show my faith
It's been illusive for so long but freedom is mine today
I've gotta step out on faith it's time to show my faith
Procrastination had me down but look what I have found, I found
Strength, courage, and wisdom
And it's been inside of me all along,
Strength, courage, and wisdom
Inside of me
I close my eyes and I think of all the things that I want to see
'Cause I know, now that I've opened up my heart I know that
Anything I want can be, so let it be, so let it be
So the culmination of some recent conversations I had that all had similarly parallel plotlines, combined with my current sense of purpose and content - and good music - got me shifting paradigms in my mind. I am not a fan of low self-esteem, yet I can sometimes find myself questioning my own actions, behaviors, and choices. Gut reactions are just that. We sense we are doing the right thing, whether we dwelled on the alternatives extensively or not. I just wanna do right by my family. That one thing has been consistent. And in that quest for consistency, I find that as much as I relish a life completely consumed in hip-hop, I know I'd probably lose it on some d!ckhead who didn't truly understand this shT like I had. Likewise, as much as I enjoy working with students, I know if I don't start meditating I'm liable to lose on one of them as well. See, that goes back to the consistency theory. Thus far, I've established myself as a reasonably friendly, fun, and calm muthafuqa. Laidback and nonchalant sometimes get thrown as additional adjectives for the melting pot, but you get the gist of it. However, I would not consider myself 'deep' or 'sensitive' or no extra spaced-out shT like that. In most instances, I have a great deal of patience and can sustain a high level of stress and burden until it's gone just a tad bit too far. If you can deal with me, then deal with me.
Of course, the opposite can be true as well. If I'm my own worst enemy, why am i not my own best friend? The one person pushing me towards greatness with the hardest shove should be myself, right? So then why can I find myself periodically assessing my goal and plans and realizing there are gaps in the strategy that went unassessed. At time, I feel wuite luck and blessed to have been able to do the things that I have done thus far, but conversely, I realize I ain't really done shT and there's so much, much more to life. I can effortlessly say I'm glad to have made it beyond the age of 21, when that's what is supposed to happen. In some ways, the characterization of a young black male that made it as an anomaly compels mixed feelings of both elation and bewilderment. You're supposed to finish high school, go to college, get a career, cop a crib, and live life to its fullest. I know there will always be breaks in the links of the chain, but the bigger picture is much more expansive than that.
"Brotha" by Jill Scott was one of the other songs I included on that CD. It is somewhat similar to Angie Stone's joint, but I felt Jill's held much more weight and spoke to me. In it, the chorus rolls off like a daily affirmation to a beat:
Who am I to consider myself a failure when I've been more fortunate than others? Who am i to not write and perform my spoken word (back-pocket) poetry any and every time the opportunity arises. Who am I not to take GRE? Who am I not to feel ashamed for being an quasi-absentee father? Who am I to let that interfere in anyway whatsoever with the midget's childhood. Who am I still be paying rent. Who am I to not have adequate insurance coverage. Who am I not to finish up the project management certification process. Who am I to not drop everything and go help out someone in need when I see it before my eyes. Who am I to sidestep every homeless panhandler asking me for a little spare change. Who am I to not ask the Boston Chargers why they never seem to be practicing but always seem to be begging. Who am I not to partner with them to come up with a more productive way for them to do fundraising. Who am I to not be more involved with Project Hip-Hop operations and kids. Who am I to continue holding on to a failing project to save face with the stakeholders. Who am I to not admit it's my fault and just let the client go ahead and roll with a new vendor. Who am I to worry that some friends are not on the same wavelength as I. Who am I to let that interfere with our friendship. Who am I to sit here writing aimlessly in cyber-space when I got a lot of shT to catch up on.Brotha don't let nobody hold you back. No. No. No.
Don't let nobody hold ya , control ya or mold ya
Brotha don't let nobody hold you backAm I my brother's keeper?
Yes I am!Brotha don't let nobody hold you back
Don't go getting all misty-eyed on me. But that Brotha song is so real. There are a lot of thoughts, words, emotions, insight, and perspective that I want to share with the world. And everyday until my demise, i'm gonna keep doing what I gotta do for the betterment of my family and my peoples. I've got a lot of ground to cover and sht to make amends for, but in due time it will all make sense. May not be real talk for you, but it damn sure is for me. Word.
Saturday, September 24, 2005
Friday, September 23, 2005
Boston ain't that bad
still sick, but at work, but about to bounce....
the irony of life is that no matter what city you go to, people will complain about it, especially those who are not natives.
with that said, although I'm sick, I'd like to get into something this weekend and my options are diverse
Tonight, there's a fundraiser for the Urban Scholars program at UMass-Boston at the Emerald Isle. I think me and the li'l shorty will play the background for tonight though.
However, on Saturday morning, Laurent de Brunhoff, author of the popular book and series, Babar, will be at the French Library for a talk and host of children's activities. This is a very kiddie-friendly-event since I'll probably have the midget with me (if we don't oversleep).
Saturday afternoon, the BeanTownJazz Fest hits Columbus Ave with its annual dispay of music and food and people. I always enjoy myself chilling at this event. Very laidback and chill-like. And lalah hathaway is performing at Berklee tonight if you want to drop some extra duckets for a good show. And yes, Boston does have a jazz festival.
On Sunday, HubOnWheels, which is essentially the Boston Bike Festival, takes place. We almost got the chance to do the web site for the event, but they stuck with who they had already. Oh well.
Then, there's aways Big Funny Sundays at the Emerald Isle and the Poetry Jam at the Lizard Lounge.
the irony of life is that no matter what city you go to, people will complain about it, especially those who are not natives.
with that said, although I'm sick, I'd like to get into something this weekend and my options are diverse
Tonight, there's a fundraiser for the Urban Scholars program at UMass-Boston at the Emerald Isle. I think me and the li'l shorty will play the background for tonight though.
However, on Saturday morning, Laurent de Brunhoff, author of the popular book and series, Babar, will be at the French Library for a talk and host of children's activities. This is a very kiddie-friendly-event since I'll probably have the midget with me (if we don't oversleep).
Saturday afternoon, the BeanTownJazz Fest hits Columbus Ave with its annual dispay of music and food and people. I always enjoy myself chilling at this event. Very laidback and chill-like. And lalah hathaway is performing at Berklee tonight if you want to drop some extra duckets for a good show. And yes, Boston does have a jazz festival.
On Sunday, HubOnWheels, which is essentially the Boston Bike Festival, takes place. We almost got the chance to do the web site for the event, but they stuck with who they had already. Oh well.
Then, there's aways Big Funny Sundays at the Emerald Isle and the Poetry Jam at the Lizard Lounge.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Motion Denied
I'm sick, it's too hot outside today for the get-up that I have on, and grad school is officially on hold for another year (which sucks the most). Something is wrong with my clothing closet, I'm horny, and I need to get the truck's inspection sticker fixed.
Sometimes you just need to vent for yourself, nahmean.
Work is really piling up right now in the absence of knowledgeable help. Plus, some of the students and project managers that were around are now beginning to go MIA. I don't wanna put anyone in a headlock, but shT happens. And I haven't played ball in a while and just got invited to go shot some hoops with the secret society of Roxbury, but of course, I have to go to the Evening on the Bridge event to do some power networking with city officials, eudcators, families, and fundraisers. At least both options were interesting. I just don't like dressing up when it's too warm for the attire. Plus, I'm sick. I hate sniffling all fuqing night while trying to introduce myself or listen attentively to someone else.
So, in summary, snorting snot is not a favorite pastime of mine. And my promise remains broken.
Sometimes you just need to vent for yourself, nahmean.
Work is really piling up right now in the absence of knowledgeable help. Plus, some of the students and project managers that were around are now beginning to go MIA. I don't wanna put anyone in a headlock, but shT happens. And I haven't played ball in a while and just got invited to go shot some hoops with the secret society of Roxbury, but of course, I have to go to the Evening on the Bridge event to do some power networking with city officials, eudcators, families, and fundraisers. At least both options were interesting. I just don't like dressing up when it's too warm for the attire. Plus, I'm sick. I hate sniffling all fuqing night while trying to introduce myself or listen attentively to someone else.
So, in summary, snorting snot is not a favorite pastime of mine. And my promise remains broken.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Found It...Ford Hall Forum
what: lecture on blogging today at 6:30 p.m.
where: Raytheon Amphitheater, Northeastern University
who: Dan Kennedy, former media critic for the Boston Phoenix and currently Visiting Assistant Professor at Northeastern University School of Journalism and Jay Rosen, founder/author of PressThink and Professor of Journalism at New York University. Moderated by Steven Burgard, Chair, Northeastern University School of Journalism.
where: Raytheon Amphitheater, Northeastern University
who: Dan Kennedy, former media critic for the Boston Phoenix and currently Visiting Assistant Professor at Northeastern University School of Journalism and Jay Rosen, founder/author of PressThink and Professor of Journalism at New York University. Moderated by Steven Burgard, Chair, Northeastern University School of Journalism.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Submersion
Came across a cacophony of seemingly unrelated things today until I read a really great article that gave them new meaning. For starters, the article made me think back to this woman I researched and took an interest in when I was at the old job piece.
So anyways, the great article by Julie Landsman has this part where she talks about immersing oneself into a foreign culture to be able to understand (however briefly) what it is like to walk in another's shoes. It immediately got me thinking about Betsy Rogers, the 2003 National Teacher of the Year who, earlier this year, had a blog about her experiences in a new school where she did just that. I read her posts and even commented once or twice along the way.
Conversely, I saw somewhere something about a lecture or seminar on blogging by some professors from Northeastern. I believe it may be tomorrow but, oddly enough, there's no trace of the event anywhere on the web. Also tomorrow - and at Northeastern as well - Marvin Miller will be flying to town to give a presentation for the Deaf Club on his vision of building the world's first fully integrated town; Laurent, South Dakota.
So anyways, the great article by Julie Landsman has this part where she talks about immersing oneself into a foreign culture to be able to understand (however briefly) what it is like to walk in another's shoes. It immediately got me thinking about Betsy Rogers, the 2003 National Teacher of the Year who, earlier this year, had a blog about her experiences in a new school where she did just that. I read her posts and even commented once or twice along the way.
Conversely, I saw somewhere something about a lecture or seminar on blogging by some professors from Northeastern. I believe it may be tomorrow but, oddly enough, there's no trace of the event anywhere on the web. Also tomorrow - and at Northeastern as well - Marvin Miller will be flying to town to give a presentation for the Deaf Club on his vision of building the world's first fully integrated town; Laurent, South Dakota.
Monday, September 19, 2005
A Beautiful Morning
So I'm sitting here doing some tech support for a client who is unable to acces her site from her desktop although I can get to it from anywhere else [can you?]. Damn back-door viruses! Anyways, as expected, more details will come about the LB album/concert, but the comedy show last night was seriously good. Even better than I had anticipated. I was rolling, seriously. Maybe I should do a review of that too. Apparently, I look like some cat name Marky, who is currently out-of-town. His whole family said so...
Anyways, my need for an extra project manager was magnified this morning for a scheduled meeting where we again dropped the proverbial ball. I had to dust off the cape once again, but I know in their heads they were both seeing 'these moron better get it together...fast.' Because we do. But it is a very nice day out today. The sun is shining. The sky is blue. Dudley Square is as vibrant as always (and I'm sitting in the Main Streets office with the good view) and somebody's outside on a bullhorn, but we won't get into that. But after I pick up the midget this evening, I'll be meeting with Mayor Menino. So I need to think of some relevant questions to ask him. I let Mike Flaherty off easy yesterday (more to come) with random chatter, but this is the may'a, B. I'm not trying to stick it to him and come off like a big d!ckhead, but I need to know where his head is at, nahmean? Which reminds me; I need to holla at Horace so we can get our big idea off the ground. So my mind will be occupied with trying to come up with something good to discuss between now and 7pm. Hmm...
Anyways, my need for an extra project manager was magnified this morning for a scheduled meeting where we again dropped the proverbial ball. I had to dust off the cape once again, but I know in their heads they were both seeing 'these moron better get it together...fast.' Because we do. But it is a very nice day out today. The sun is shining. The sky is blue. Dudley Square is as vibrant as always (and I'm sitting in the Main Streets office with the good view) and somebody's outside on a bullhorn, but we won't get into that. But after I pick up the midget this evening, I'll be meeting with Mayor Menino. So I need to think of some relevant questions to ask him. I let Mike Flaherty off easy yesterday (more to come) with random chatter, but this is the may'a, B. I'm not trying to stick it to him and come off like a big d!ckhead, but I need to know where his head is at, nahmean? Which reminds me; I need to holla at Horace so we can get our big idea off the ground. So my mind will be occupied with trying to come up with something good to discuss between now and 7pm. Hmm...
Sunday, September 18, 2005
All For You
Tonight, I just had the greatest concert experience EVER! Yes, Li'l Fame and Billy Danze are still my brothers for life, but damn yo....Phonte, Pooh, and the rest of the crew know how to put on one helluva show! Much like the sparks of spontaneously conbustible energy that permeates an MOP live show, Little Brother took shT to a whole 'notha level with a full-fledged set of energy, enthusiasm, crowd interaction, and customized entertainment. If I were fruity, I might be a groupie. So without taking it there, I'll stick with being a devoted fan and commited advocate. I cannot stop playing this album. Yeah, I know, Late Registration is all the rage right now. Whateva, d!ckbeaters. I am not that impressed. I hit up my cousing Big 'Mal in Durham to suggets to him that he check for his peoples and he commeted how Benzino was down there and went on the local radio station to try and clear up the air (about the Source mic rating snub) but only seemed to make things even more complicated and poorly contrived for himself. Oh well....fuq him. My money ain't going in his pockets. "
Saturday, September 17, 2005
Dazed and Unprepared
Somehow, I still have yet to manage to get my shT together and create a decent PPT for this lecture thingy tomorrow. Fuq it. I think I'll just grab some post-it notes and wing it. Usually works like a charm anyway. We'll see how it goes with the midget in tow though. Apparently, some dudes forgot that they mentioned they wanted to chill with him this weekend until less than 24 hours before. So I won't be trooping it out to Worcester dolo. I just hope his a$$ doesn't act up too much. He can be a bit of a pain in the a$$ when [fill in the blank here]...hungry, sleepy, excitable, tired, congested.
Friday, September 16, 2005
For Dolo
It's late as shT and I am in no way prepared for my presentation tomorrow. I probably have to wake up at the crack of dawn to get ready and I'm kinda tired already. I'm listening to Sadat X of Brand Nubian and loving it just like I did when I first heard it back in the day.
My homegirl Iyeoka wrote this ill-a$$ piece called "We Can Never Be Superstars" and read it last Sunday. Sometimes, it's amazing how someone can capture bits of your thoughts unaware that they were on the same brain vein as yourself. What's even iller is that the musical musings and mental medicine she doles out at shows are probably more potent than the prescriptions she fills. Truly a living legend in the works.
Here's a handful of random shT i have enjoyed reading over the past week. Some I found funny, other simply poingnant. You may or may not like these. If you don't, too fuqing bad. They're only suggested readings and really here so I can find a way to search for them if I need refreshing. No book reports will be required come tomorrow.
Awhile back, I think I made a post entitled "God's trying to tell you something" or something to that effect. I had the Color Purple on my mind, but no stores seemed to have the soundtrack on-hand because there was an upcoming re-release, re-mastered version. I need to go cop that ASAP. I need to hear that song now.
I can write a rhyme, rip it up and write a next one right on the spot and sign my name with the dot.I sometimes wonder what would have been if I had not let Dean Blackman convince to not switch to English as a major after that frustrating first year of college. I wish I did write more often wiith purpose. Every now and then, I'll do some dabbling and venture back into some of the thoughts that kept my mind active and my fingers moving. Now, I only find myself doing that when I'm super-anxious 30 minutes before I have to go up on stage and read some random back-pocket poem I wrote only after signing up for the open mic. I wanna go back to the Lizard Lounge again this weekend, but I don't even know if I'll make it.
My homegirl Iyeoka wrote this ill-a$$ piece called "We Can Never Be Superstars" and read it last Sunday. Sometimes, it's amazing how someone can capture bits of your thoughts unaware that they were on the same brain vein as yourself. What's even iller is that the musical musings and mental medicine she doles out at shows are probably more potent than the prescriptions she fills. Truly a living legend in the works.
Here's a handful of random shT i have enjoyed reading over the past week. Some I found funny, other simply poingnant. You may or may not like these. If you don't, too fuqing bad. They're only suggested readings and really here so I can find a way to search for them if I need refreshing. No book reports will be required come tomorrow.
Awhile back, I think I made a post entitled "God's trying to tell you something" or something to that effect. I had the Color Purple on my mind, but no stores seemed to have the soundtrack on-hand because there was an upcoming re-release, re-mastered version. I need to go cop that ASAP. I need to hear that song now.
Thursday, September 15, 2005
I wrapped Pharaohs into bandages and had them crying for their mummies
That line is from one of the deffest def poets around; Kayo. I saw this cat perform here in the Bean awhile ago and just recently caught a repeat of his HBO performance. I'm only going to quote just that one quip from his poem because although it is dope beyond describale words, I'll let you read it and let it sink in for yourself. While you digest that, I'm going to go ahead and say the The Minstrel Show may damn well be the best album of the year. And believe me, I really do not enjoy jocking anyone's nutsack, but it is miraculous what these dudes have done with the entire concept. With rumors of d!ckhead backlash, I hope they do in fact get some major airplay and are able to share their music with a larger audience.
Sometimes I don't think casual observers really understand it when someone notes that an emcee 'spits that real hip-hop.' Naturally, there are different strokes for different folks; so interpretations are bound to vary based on experience and perception. But there are times when you cannot ignore the integrity of the spoken word when it is commited to the public with such humility and honesty. 'Tis true that we all have our gimmicks, and LB does flip the script to come at you in their own unique way, as they should. But damn, son. If you have a minute, take a listen to All For You. This shT came through the speakers and I had to pull over. 'WTF did he just say' was heard repeatedly. And mind you, I didn't get to this track (#12) until about 2am. It brought to mind many of the thoughts I shared a few weeks back about the midget and Big Red (his old-school nickname dating back to the afro he used to rock back in the day). Sometimes the most innocent of things can touch a nerve.
* The Eight Ridiculously Blazing Tracks
I got so many rhymes, many styles to go withI think I'm gonna have to get back to writing album reviews and give it a thorough dissection. James Mayo of the Denver Westword got it right. David Jakubiak of the Chicago Sun-Times kinda got it, but didn't really cover the album at all. Plus, it seems the Westword is Denver version of the Boston Phoenix, who need to represent right about now. Hopefully, local homegirl Renee Graham will be able to step it up a notch and come correct with mention of the fellas (and maybe even an album or concert review but that would be asking for a lot from the Globe so let's not get ahead of ourselves, potna). But let's just say that we already know that Lovin It is the bomb-diggedy. The track listing consists of 17, with 12 songs and a good six* of those songs are straight gems. Bonafide heat-rocks that I will have to commit to memory verbatim by Saturday. Fuq a GRE. This is my graduate degree.
And my competition all the while be hoping
That I quit bringing the pain like i-bu-profen
I can't, dog
Can't you see that the crowd is open
I mean, mouths is open
Hands in the air
Just so aroused and focused
This is a movement, nigga
It's bigger than show biz
This is how I live it
I love hip-hop
I just hate the niggas in it
-Phonte, "Say It Again"
Sometimes I don't think casual observers really understand it when someone notes that an emcee 'spits that real hip-hop.' Naturally, there are different strokes for different folks; so interpretations are bound to vary based on experience and perception. But there are times when you cannot ignore the integrity of the spoken word when it is commited to the public with such humility and honesty. 'Tis true that we all have our gimmicks, and LB does flip the script to come at you in their own unique way, as they should. But damn, son. If you have a minute, take a listen to All For You. This shT came through the speakers and I had to pull over. 'WTF did he just say' was heard repeatedly. And mind you, I didn't get to this track (#12) until about 2am. It brought to mind many of the thoughts I shared a few weeks back about the midget and Big Red (his old-school nickname dating back to the afro he used to rock back in the day). Sometimes the most innocent of things can touch a nerve.
* The Eight Ridiculously Blazing Tracks
- Beautiful Morning
- The Becoming
- Not Enough
- Slow It Down
- Lovin It [video link]
- All For You
- Say It Again
- Watch Me
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Fuq a bedtime story
I've fallen back into the habit of letting music carry me asleep. But this one track picqued my interest like a mutha. Slum Village is one dope a$$ group; in case you didn't get the memo. Check out the audio and lyrics for Fall In Love. Don't get it twisted. thi sis still Little Brother's time to shine. But you've got to give credit where it is due. I learned that from Guru over a decade ago.
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Ladi Dadi Lament
For those who are in a coma, hip-hop is just as vibrant and fresh and alive and breathing as it was in its genesis. Like PE said, 'don't believe the hype.' All that talk about hip-hop is dead or hip-hop is wack; kill that noise, B. I start off with that to get to this point; today is Tuesday, September 13th. New albums get realeased on Tusdays and today marked the arrival of Little Brother's [1][2][3] latest work of art, The Minstrel Show. Here's an interesting article, entitled, "How Hip-Hop Music Is Slowly Transcending Its Circular Culture Take it as you may.." You can digest it as you may, but I usually get frustrated reading through a hip-hop related article that meanders its way like a dissertation paper with sometimes-good and oft-times subpar analysis of the music and culture. I'm gonna sit back and enjoy history in the making. Reminder: For those inclined to try somethign new; LB's tour swings through Boston this Saturday. They'll be performing live at the Paradise Rock Club and tickets can be copped online. And speaking of live performances, whenever Dave decides to hit up the Bean; I'm there with bells on.
I Am I Be
"I am an early bird but the feathers are black
so the apples that I catch are usually all worms"
-Posdnuous, De La Soul
so the apples that I catch are usually all worms"
-Posdnuous, De La Soul
Sunday, September 11, 2005
Either everything is working or you working for everything
More ups and downs. But I do love it when other people get me thinking about good music. Somebody's bad web design caused me to lose what I originally wrote (browser conflict) so I'm gonna end this one short. Lot on the brain but it ain't all for public consumption. Nahmean?If the opportunity was to present itself
I might just have to go and reinvent myself
-Edo G, Sayin' Somethin'
Friday, September 09, 2005
Go Fuq Yourself, Mister Cheney
I'm really feeling Dr. Ben Marble right now. Watch, listen, and enjoy.
Fire FEMA Chief, Hire Deamonte
Twisted irony: gut-wrenching story of a 6-year old that took care of 6 other kids younger than him and a FEMA rap for kids about being prepared.
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Life's Ups and Downs
The ebb and flow of life is mystery of the world yet to be deciphered. The highs and lows countered with the ups and down are what makes us who we are. Sometime our weakness is in our strength, yet being strong can even make us weaker.
...this is the WPI conference at which I'll be speaking...
...yet, I found out today that a fellow NU alum has passed away...
...but I've got mad responses already for the project management help...
...but the scope creep of deadlines, disinterested students, and disgruntled clients mounts...
...this is the WPI conference at which I'll be speaking...
...yet, I found out today that a fellow NU alum has passed away...
...but I've got mad responses already for the project management help...
...but the scope creep of deadlines, disinterested students, and disgruntled clients mounts...
In Need...
...of some part-time help. Not only is this a place I can post my own inner thoughts, but I can plea for public assistance as well. So yeah, basically, I am swamped with work and need to hire an additional Project Manager or two to help relieve me of some of OZ duties. Word. If so inclined, feel free to peep the posting and if you know someone that may fit the bill, holla at the god. Word.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Respect
Some people deserve it. Some people earn it. And other get their shT snatched back like a loose weave in a hood cat-fight.
In school, although any good teacher knows to field all questions equally, there really is such a thing as a stupid question. And there damn sure is such a thing as stupid people and stupid statements. For him - in the aftermath of all this hurricane drama - to bring it all back to square one with what he's all about it's pitiful.
Sometimes it amazes me the sorts of people that presumably 'make it.' While Kanye West ain't the best thing since sliced bread either, he still garnered a considerable anount of respect before his verbal jab last Friday night. For 50, to continue to leave a bad taste in the mouths of real hip-hop lovers, to continue setting a bad exampl of how not to leverage your considerable influence, and to continue beef talk while all the other billions of people in the world are focused on what they can do to help the victims and evacuees; he literally hurt my feelings.
I am offically embarassed. Yeah, yeah, you say. You've got to admire his gangsta and his business-savvy. He's doing big things with all of the side ventures he has jumping off from clothing to music, movies, acquisitions, etc. Fuq you, hombre. I really don't give a shT. It's all a Minstrel Show and only makes more ever more determined to continue fighting the good fight and rep for real Black folks that know the real. Because if we don't rep...shT will really hit the fan. I met a high-school kid yesterday who has to go to court on Wednesday. I didn't get the details of the charge, but I did get his name and note the Stop Snitching black tee that he was rocking. Go ahead...keep admiring 50's gangsta. Black republicans ain't the only threat to my state-of-mind.
My environment made me the nigga I amI have a lot of respect for Fat Joe. He never portrayed a pure or clean-cut image, but he has always represented for the Bronx. And anyone from the BX can tell you that. I say this to get at the latest spin in the drama between him and 50 Cent. I can't respect 50. It's not like I had a great deal of admiration for him in the first place, but some things just are better left unsaid.
-Dead Prez, "I'm An African"
In school, although any good teacher knows to field all questions equally, there really is such a thing as a stupid question. And there damn sure is such a thing as stupid people and stupid statements. For him - in the aftermath of all this hurricane drama - to bring it all back to square one with what he's all about it's pitiful.
Sometimes it amazes me the sorts of people that presumably 'make it.' While Kanye West ain't the best thing since sliced bread either, he still garnered a considerable anount of respect before his verbal jab last Friday night. For 50, to continue to leave a bad taste in the mouths of real hip-hop lovers, to continue setting a bad exampl of how not to leverage your considerable influence, and to continue beef talk while all the other billions of people in the world are focused on what they can do to help the victims and evacuees; he literally hurt my feelings.
I am offically embarassed. Yeah, yeah, you say. You've got to admire his gangsta and his business-savvy. He's doing big things with all of the side ventures he has jumping off from clothing to music, movies, acquisitions, etc. Fuq you, hombre. I really don't give a shT. It's all a Minstrel Show and only makes more ever more determined to continue fighting the good fight and rep for real Black folks that know the real. Because if we don't rep...shT will really hit the fan. I met a high-school kid yesterday who has to go to court on Wednesday. I didn't get the details of the charge, but I did get his name and note the Stop Snitching black tee that he was rocking. Go ahead...keep admiring 50's gangsta. Black republicans ain't the only threat to my state-of-mind.
All these Uncle Tom ass kissin n!ggas got to go
Monday, September 05, 2005
Dedicated to the people of Roxbury
on the side wall of the Silver Slipper Restaurant in Dudley Square
at the intersection of Dudley Street (Malcolm X Boulevard) and Washington Street
Self-esteem makes it seem like a thought took years to build
Actually seeing and hearing Kanye's tirade from Friday as opposed to just reading the transcript brought it all home tonight. While I'm still not gonna just abandon all reason and salute son, his stock definitely jumped a little higher in my book. Naturally, he still came off a bi suspect mentioning his business manager and his donation, the crackle in his voice was reminiscent of man a speech that I gave in the NSBE days. Matter of fact, someone mentioned it to me in March. I don't even remember who said it, but it was something to the effect of, "you always get all of us all choked up when you get up there and start speaking from the heart." Hey...I try.I'm only me.
But since we're on the speaking tip, I'll be damned if I didn't get a nice email note from my man Dr. Mike in DC requesting my assistance later this month. So it looks like I'll get a chance to start tackling some of the items on my to-do list sooner than I thought. Just need to make sure the schedule is all clear though. Definitely a bright spot for the week.
But the highlight of the weekend by far was going back to the Lizard Lounge. My contact high is still in effect. Apparently, the scheduled feature performer, Jamaal St. John, didn't make it, so this other homegirl, Sparlha Swa, happened to be in town and did more than a good job of filling in as the prime-time performer. I say that instead of poet, because she had her guitar and tore shT down. It was on some straight India.Irie-type vibe, but of course, Sparlha would probably prefer to say it was a Sparlha Swa-type vibe, but you get the gist. She definitely put on a great show. I still did not make it to the Emerald Isle for a full show, but I will; eventually. But I do plan on hitting up the Dublin House on Monday night. As for the LL's open mic, I ended up signing up after homegirl did her thing, which inevitably placed me dead last on the list. Fuq it. More time to write something at our back table. I was suprised that I was able to somewhat stick to a concept throughout all five pages. Maybe I'll find it and post it on here eventually. But man....everytime I go there and perform in the open mic, I always say to myself, 'damn yo, i wish i had this audio recorded.' The Jeff Robinson Trio is sick wid it. The sht was so ill it had mebobbing my head - while was on the fuqing stage - almost made me lose fuqing track of what I was saying. But nonetheless, it came off lovely and was a fitting end (i hope i'm not the only who thought so) to a nice night of poetry. It may not have even been all that tight of a piece but it felt good. And it's a step in the right direction.
But since we're on the speaking tip, I'll be damned if I didn't get a nice email note from my man Dr. Mike in DC requesting my assistance later this month. So it looks like I'll get a chance to start tackling some of the items on my to-do list sooner than I thought. Just need to make sure the schedule is all clear though. Definitely a bright spot for the week.
But the highlight of the weekend by far was going back to the Lizard Lounge. My contact high is still in effect. Apparently, the scheduled feature performer, Jamaal St. John, didn't make it, so this other homegirl, Sparlha Swa, happened to be in town and did more than a good job of filling in as the prime-time performer. I say that instead of poet, because she had her guitar and tore shT down. It was on some straight India.Irie-type vibe, but of course, Sparlha would probably prefer to say it was a Sparlha Swa-type vibe, but you get the gist. She definitely put on a great show. I still did not make it to the Emerald Isle for a full show, but I will; eventually. But I do plan on hitting up the Dublin House on Monday night. As for the LL's open mic, I ended up signing up after homegirl did her thing, which inevitably placed me dead last on the list. Fuq it. More time to write something at our back table. I was suprised that I was able to somewhat stick to a concept throughout all five pages. Maybe I'll find it and post it on here eventually. But man....everytime I go there and perform in the open mic, I always say to myself, 'damn yo, i wish i had this audio recorded.' The Jeff Robinson Trio is sick wid it. The sht was so ill it had mebobbing my head - while was on the fuqing stage - almost made me lose fuqing track of what I was saying. But nonetheless, it came off lovely and was a fitting end (i hope i'm not the only who thought so) to a nice night of poetry. It may not have even been all that tight of a piece but it felt good. And it's a step in the right direction.
Sunday, September 04, 2005
Commercial rap, get the gun clap, day after day
Look inside of the mind and see
Cause you might be trapped with a nigga like me
-Buckshot of Black Moon on Slave from the Enta the Stage LP
I can get with this dude's thoughts on musical tastes and Paula Zahn's interviewing skills.
But I damn sure cannot get with a Black male grad student busting off on campus. Are you fuqing kidding me?
But Jordan's first-hand words left me speechless.
I have been BSn all weekend. I didn't muster up much energy to get and do much of anything. I didn't make it down to NYC for the wedding or the parade..and I still need to find a ride for 2G to come up to the Bean. I did, however, clean the crib in anticipation of her visit and did a littl bit of shopping yesterday. Let me say that Building 19 and Ocean State Job Lot are some great businesses that I can see myself supporting more often. I need to pull away from the targets and Wal-Marts of the world. I'm trying to be all decorative and so I copped a futon cover and rug to math m olive walls. But that just sounds so fruity that I think I need to go play some ball right now just o get the taste out of my mouth.
But I have done a lot of thinking this weekend about some immediate tasks I need to accomplish (aside from work) to get some things focused. I need to start booking some speaking engagements like I used to back in the day. I'm not even trying to get paid or anything - I can't really explain it - it's just something I need to be doing; for me. And this conference just gave me an idea for a workshop. As much as I get on Jay-Z for recyling rhymes, I'm going to have to be a biter for today. It's a topic I have yet to encounter in a formal presentation...and if it's ain't in existence, I'll be damned if I'm gonna wait idly for a mufuqa to get it poppin.
Aside from all of that, I fnd myself debating whether to write something and hit up the Lizard Loung tonight or venture to the Emerald Isle for Corey's comedy show. Decisions. Decisions. Plus, I still need to go out and cop some stuff for the crib and play some ball, too. I really, really need to start doing those to-do lists again. I guess I'll get it together eventually.
Cause you might be trapped with a nigga like me
-Buckshot of Black Moon on Slave from the Enta the Stage LP
I can get with this dude's thoughts on musical tastes and Paula Zahn's interviewing skills.
But I damn sure cannot get with a Black male grad student busting off on campus. Are you fuqing kidding me?
But Jordan's first-hand words left me speechless.
I have been BSn all weekend. I didn't muster up much energy to get and do much of anything. I didn't make it down to NYC for the wedding or the parade..and I still need to find a ride for 2G to come up to the Bean. I did, however, clean the crib in anticipation of her visit and did a littl bit of shopping yesterday. Let me say that Building 19 and Ocean State Job Lot are some great businesses that I can see myself supporting more often. I need to pull away from the targets and Wal-Marts of the world. I'm trying to be all decorative and so I copped a futon cover and rug to math m olive walls. But that just sounds so fruity that I think I need to go play some ball right now just o get the taste out of my mouth.
But I have done a lot of thinking this weekend about some immediate tasks I need to accomplish (aside from work) to get some things focused. I need to start booking some speaking engagements like I used to back in the day. I'm not even trying to get paid or anything - I can't really explain it - it's just something I need to be doing; for me. And this conference just gave me an idea for a workshop. As much as I get on Jay-Z for recyling rhymes, I'm going to have to be a biter for today. It's a topic I have yet to encounter in a formal presentation...and if it's ain't in existence, I'll be damned if I'm gonna wait idly for a mufuqa to get it poppin.
Aside from all of that, I fnd myself debating whether to write something and hit up the Lizard Loung tonight or venture to the Emerald Isle for Corey's comedy show. Decisions. Decisions. Plus, I still need to go out and cop some stuff for the crib and play some ball, too. I really, really need to start doing those to-do lists again. I guess I'll get it together eventually.
Saturday, September 03, 2005
Liquety-Quick
Ray Nagin is that dude. Son keeps it very real and I'm loving his insight. F the CBC and whomever else with their idle talk. He's down there in his city doing what he can and for that I applaud his efforts to get some support for his city.
I told him we had an incredible crisis here and that his flying over in Air Force One does not do it justice.
Get every doggone Greyhound bus line in the country and get their asses moving to New Orleans."
You know, I'm not one of those drug addicts. I am thinking very clearly.
And I don't know whose problem it is. I don't know whether it's the governor's problem. I don't know whether it's the president's problem, but somebody needs to get their ass on a plane and sit down, the two of them, and figure this out right now.
I don't want to see anybody do anymore goddamn press conferences. Put a moratorium on press conferences. Don't do another press conference until the resources are in this city. And then come down to this city and stand with us when there are military trucks and troops that we can't even count.
audio clip
Now that's real talk.
I told him we had an incredible crisis here and that his flying over in Air Force One does not do it justice.
Get every doggone Greyhound bus line in the country and get their asses moving to New Orleans."
You know, I'm not one of those drug addicts. I am thinking very clearly.
And I don't know whose problem it is. I don't know whether it's the governor's problem. I don't know whether it's the president's problem, but somebody needs to get their ass on a plane and sit down, the two of them, and figure this out right now.
I don't want to see anybody do anymore goddamn press conferences. Put a moratorium on press conferences. Don't do another press conference until the resources are in this city. And then come down to this city and stand with us when there are military trucks and troops that we can't even count.
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Now that's real talk.
Friday, September 02, 2005
Bucktown's the state of mind that I'm trapped in
Situations...got me thinking about my life seriously
Keep it real continuously
Before I slip into blackness I prepare for combat
Protect my dome cause that's where my home's at
Still thinking about Woodside from last weekend. I'm not into telling grown men what to do, but damn son....we need an intervention up in this muthafuqa. I'll make suggestions, but the onus is on you to step your shT up and come correct. Feel me? It's not like it's a life consumed with crime, but there's much room for improvement. I pray for the welfare of all (thousands) of my family, but as evidenced with 'Trina, there's mucho shit-o beyond my control-o. So I'll continue being the 'college' cat with my 'punk-ass pieces of paper' and keep pushing for a better tomorrow for me, those closest to me, and my community at large. It's the least I can contribute.
But I wrekonize that it ain't easy
So I organize with my P.N.C.
From day break to dusk dawn
I stand strong on my own two
Give praises to Jah before manuevering thru
I commented on someone's blog recently that I was glad to have lived this far beyond the age of 21. Now, I wasn't in no bang-bang extra rowdy shT coming up, but EBT cards and good guidance can both humble and propel you into a whole new strata of thinking. I remember one neighboring parent that used to crack jokes about my good grades. She was cool - a bit strung-out-ish - but still decent peoples overall. But it was as if the whole fam was in the game and her sons were destined for that life. I hope the younger one did alright for himself. Max, who was my age, got caught up. Before I left for college, I snuck off and tried to find him in the BX to no avail. I found out he had gotten locked up (@ 17) somehwere in PA. I haven't tried to locate him since. We were from the same and different worlds. It's odd how people can grow up on the same block and go on to have such divergent lives. I look at the poverty in New Orleans and see pieces of my past; the homes of family members and friends, pissy elevators, and other ceremonial attributes of the concrete jungle's abject reality. It pains me to not be able to instantly find and catch up with someone from my past. Some people prefer it that way. Maybe I'm too much a fan of nostalgia, hence my love for the real hip-hop music. But I like new shT too...as long as it's the good new shT....not that wack new shT.
In days of our lives, we try to make ends meet
to search for tommorrow got us walkin' the streets
Yo I'm not sweatin' sleep, not really stressin' beef
I'm just tryin' to live, tryin' to eat
tryin' to stay strong, tryin' not to fall
tryin' to live to see my unborn get tall
cause the streets of New York ain't just a walk in the park
you can get your life got in the day or the dark.
I went to two NYHA projects last weekend. I'm proud of the strides that I have made thus far, but there are a lot of bases still left to cover. I made a promise to get a doctorate...and as much as I loathe school...I need to go ahead and cop that shT no matter the obstacles. But with leaps come baby steps, I've doing so-so ok at reading more. I've tried keeping in touch with a few more people than usual. And there are some former friendships that I could try to broker new ground just for the hell of it. And as calm and collective as I claim to be, my soul still stirs. I like to be relaxed, but little shT can just get you all riled up. How can appear interested in your words if I am consumed with a mind running at the speed of sound in 17 directions? Hell, maybe I need an intervention. Now wouldn't that be some ironic shT?!
Footnotes:
all quotes by Tek & Steele of Smif-N-Wessun (and if you didn't know that...damn, yo)
NYHA = New York Housing Authority
Keep it real continuously
Before I slip into blackness I prepare for combat
Protect my dome cause that's where my home's at
Still thinking about Woodside from last weekend. I'm not into telling grown men what to do, but damn son....we need an intervention up in this muthafuqa. I'll make suggestions, but the onus is on you to step your shT up and come correct. Feel me? It's not like it's a life consumed with crime, but there's much room for improvement. I pray for the welfare of all (thousands) of my family, but as evidenced with 'Trina, there's mucho shit-o beyond my control-o. So I'll continue being the 'college' cat with my 'punk-ass pieces of paper' and keep pushing for a better tomorrow for me, those closest to me, and my community at large. It's the least I can contribute.
But I wrekonize that it ain't easy
So I organize with my P.N.C.
From day break to dusk dawn
I stand strong on my own two
Give praises to Jah before manuevering thru
I commented on someone's blog recently that I was glad to have lived this far beyond the age of 21. Now, I wasn't in no bang-bang extra rowdy shT coming up, but EBT cards and good guidance can both humble and propel you into a whole new strata of thinking. I remember one neighboring parent that used to crack jokes about my good grades. She was cool - a bit strung-out-ish - but still decent peoples overall. But it was as if the whole fam was in the game and her sons were destined for that life. I hope the younger one did alright for himself. Max, who was my age, got caught up. Before I left for college, I snuck off and tried to find him in the BX to no avail. I found out he had gotten locked up (@ 17) somehwere in PA. I haven't tried to locate him since. We were from the same and different worlds. It's odd how people can grow up on the same block and go on to have such divergent lives. I look at the poverty in New Orleans and see pieces of my past; the homes of family members and friends, pissy elevators, and other ceremonial attributes of the concrete jungle's abject reality. It pains me to not be able to instantly find and catch up with someone from my past. Some people prefer it that way. Maybe I'm too much a fan of nostalgia, hence my love for the real hip-hop music. But I like new shT too...as long as it's the good new shT....not that wack new shT.
In days of our lives, we try to make ends meet
to search for tommorrow got us walkin' the streets
Yo I'm not sweatin' sleep, not really stressin' beef
I'm just tryin' to live, tryin' to eat
tryin' to stay strong, tryin' not to fall
tryin' to live to see my unborn get tall
cause the streets of New York ain't just a walk in the park
you can get your life got in the day or the dark.
I went to two NYHA projects last weekend. I'm proud of the strides that I have made thus far, but there are a lot of bases still left to cover. I made a promise to get a doctorate...and as much as I loathe school...I need to go ahead and cop that shT no matter the obstacles. But with leaps come baby steps, I've doing so-so ok at reading more. I've tried keeping in touch with a few more people than usual. And there are some former friendships that I could try to broker new ground just for the hell of it. And as calm and collective as I claim to be, my soul still stirs. I like to be relaxed, but little shT can just get you all riled up. How can appear interested in your words if I am consumed with a mind running at the speed of sound in 17 directions? Hell, maybe I need an intervention. Now wouldn't that be some ironic shT?!
Footnotes:
all quotes by Tek & Steele of Smif-N-Wessun (and if you didn't know that...damn, yo)
NYHA = New York Housing Authority
Thursday, September 01, 2005
Mama pray. Mama cray. But don't cry, ma, I've come too far.
And I refuse to die young.
-Li'l Fame of M.O.P.
No hip-hop analogies today aside from the title. Just completely consumed mentally by the hurricane, work, and the fidgety midget who sleeps like he has epilepsy and a penchant for fartig in his sleep. Geesh. It took damn near 2 hours to put him to sleep tonight and then once he's out, this dude starts kicking me every 10 minutes...on the dot! WTF?!
There are all kinds of sites that have popped up in the last 72 hours with very noble intentions of spreading information in the wake of Hurricane Katrina. I was floored today looking at a lot of images and reading articles of the devastation. I was particularly intrigued by the initial media sensationalism and the insight by two bloggers in particular on the juxtaposition of looting and finding and playing the race cards. And now I am even more attentive upon reading of the effort to right the wrong and the actual photographer's comments. It doesn't make it all good, but that response was seemingly quicker than the federal government's response and I can see how his comments could be genuine. But maybe I'm just naive. ohw ell...fuq it.
I saw a dope satellite map of all of New Orleans that lets user zoom in on specific neighborhoods to assess flood damage levels. Looking for a way to help? One of the most interesting reads was from this ham radio operator's blog, while I didn't even get to tackle the 2002 article on why this apocalyptic disaster was bound to happen. There's also a another, more recent article as well. I think I'm going to go ahead and try to support a fellow blogger in any way that I can. If anyone happens to read this, please feel free to lend your support as well. Here is some information on the Williams Family Hurricane Relief Fund and additional blog links and commentary from others trying to do what they can.
-Li'l Fame of M.O.P.
No hip-hop analogies today aside from the title. Just completely consumed mentally by the hurricane, work, and the fidgety midget who sleeps like he has epilepsy and a penchant for fartig in his sleep. Geesh. It took damn near 2 hours to put him to sleep tonight and then once he's out, this dude starts kicking me every 10 minutes...on the dot! WTF?!
There are all kinds of sites that have popped up in the last 72 hours with very noble intentions of spreading information in the wake of Hurricane Katrina. I was floored today looking at a lot of images and reading articles of the devastation. I was particularly intrigued by the initial media sensationalism and the insight by two bloggers in particular on the juxtaposition of looting and finding and playing the race cards. And now I am even more attentive upon reading of the effort to right the wrong and the actual photographer's comments. It doesn't make it all good, but that response was seemingly quicker than the federal government's response and I can see how his comments could be genuine. But maybe I'm just naive. ohw ell...fuq it.
I saw a dope satellite map of all of New Orleans that lets user zoom in on specific neighborhoods to assess flood damage levels. Looking for a way to help? One of the most interesting reads was from this ham radio operator's blog, while I didn't even get to tackle the 2002 article on why this apocalyptic disaster was bound to happen. There's also a another, more recent article as well. I think I'm going to go ahead and try to support a fellow blogger in any way that I can. If anyone happens to read this, please feel free to lend your support as well. Here is some information on the Williams Family Hurricane Relief Fund and additional blog links and commentary from others trying to do what they can.
Your firearms are too short to box with God
Mad sht on the brain keeps pushing recaps back. Much props to Much Music in Canada for calling fake mufuqas out.Jim Jones' retort was pur bullshT and we all know it. It ain't got sht to do with integrity - maybe a hint of loyalty - but I'm sure we all can see through the smoke screen. Anyways, reading that dumb sht took me back to a conversation this evening with a buddy of mine going through some serious drama with his fam. Let's just suffice it to say that I feel his pain and I hope he does hit me back to connect and get some respite and his mind off the stress.
The whole day reminds me of a tightrope. Work is mad busy and can barley find time to handle simple tasks because I have become so inundated with all sorts of busy work to do that it's starting to get overwhelming, and DO NOT like being overwhelmed; I despise it vehemently. But anyways, the tightrope analogy was also a reference to the street scholar moniker I picked up a few years back. As much as I'd like to cling to the streets, the streets to me still ain't as street as street can be, because I have always shunned the low-life thuggery. I can understand the perspective, but don't put me in the middle of some drama becuase I will fuq you up afterwards. So I guess this a kind of a make-up rant for what the conversation I had in Woodside projects this past weekend and also a lament for other brothers out there just trying to live who don't necessarily have any aspirations whatsoever to be involved in the dumb shT, but still have to walk a fine line of balancing conflicting demands with their own dreams and goals. This post's title comes from the Black Star track, Thieves in the Night. Some real talk right there, potna. Anyways, I also had a simultaneous flashback on my adolescence and a few disconcerting incidents that played minor roles in helping shape me into the man that I am and the one that I aspire to become. I have my kinks, dents, quirks, and good qualities as well that make me a complete package, but I'm still a work in progress and I hope to be able to lend my help to any other of peoples' in progress as well. Word...like a mutha.
The whole day reminds me of a tightrope. Work is mad busy and can barley find time to handle simple tasks because I have become so inundated with all sorts of busy work to do that it's starting to get overwhelming, and DO NOT like being overwhelmed; I despise it vehemently. But anyways, the tightrope analogy was also a reference to the street scholar moniker I picked up a few years back. As much as I'd like to cling to the streets, the streets to me still ain't as street as street can be, because I have always shunned the low-life thuggery. I can understand the perspective, but don't put me in the middle of some drama becuase I will fuq you up afterwards. So I guess this a kind of a make-up rant for what the conversation I had in Woodside projects this past weekend and also a lament for other brothers out there just trying to live who don't necessarily have any aspirations whatsoever to be involved in the dumb shT, but still have to walk a fine line of balancing conflicting demands with their own dreams and goals. This post's title comes from the Black Star track, Thieves in the Night. Some real talk right there, potna. Anyways, I also had a simultaneous flashback on my adolescence and a few disconcerting incidents that played minor roles in helping shape me into the man that I am and the one that I aspire to become. I have my kinks, dents, quirks, and good qualities as well that make me a complete package, but I'm still a work in progress and I hope to be able to lend my help to any other of peoples' in progress as well. Word...like a mutha.
Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the lookin glass
Walkin the street, wonderin who they be lookin past
Lookin gassed with them imported designer shades on
Stars shine bright, but the light -- rarely stays on
Same song, just remixed, different arrangement
Put you on a yacht but they won't call it a slaveship
Strangeness, you don't control this, you barely hold this
Screamin brand new, when they just sanitized the old shit
Suppose it's, just another clever Jedi mind trick
That they been runnin across stars through all the time with
I find it's distressin, there's never no in-between
We either niggaz or Kings
We either bitches or Queens
The deadly ritual seems immersed, in the perverse
Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and short skirts
Long barrel automatics released in short bursts
The length of black life is treated with short worth
Get yours first, them other niggaz secondary
That type of illin that be fillin up the cemetary
This life is temporary but the soul is eternal
Separate the real from the lie, let me learn you
Not strong, only aggressive, cause the power ain't directed
That's why, we are subjected to the will of the oppressive
Not free, we only licensed
Not live, we just excitin
Cause the captors.. own the masters.. to what we writin
Not compassionate, only polite, we well trained
Our sincerity's rehearsed in stage, it's just a game
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