Let's back it up a minute. The first (and only) Black Star was truly on some classic status. One of my personal favorites, KOS, featured Talib Kweli dolo. It has a very simple beat and mellow melody but it thumped hard and resounded very loudly with a lot of people, namely mysef. I'm no all-knowing individual who is fully knowledgable of all that goes on around me or well-versed in curent events, historical contexts, and landmark literary figures. I'm just trying to live each breath a little more fully than the previous.
Knowledge Of Self is like life after death
With that you never worry about your last breath
Death comes, that's how I'm livin, it's the next days
The flesh goes underground, the book of life, flip a page
I am currently fascinated by the phenomena that is a learning curve. It can be interpreted in a few ways, but all boil down to a cnsistent theme; how well progress is made from cluelessness towards awareness. As yo cn see i the picture, the midget is very happy taking a shower. In fact, he
enjoys getting his face wet and washing his hair. I don't remember that being the case with any of the rugrats I babysat when I was younger. But I guess it's one of the trade-offs with him I have to enjoy. So this week, along with our familiar routine or basic nouns, letters, and numbers, he's making more literal associations. I swear I was ready to choke him out if I saw one more damn MBTA bus on Friday. I remember being in 4th grade being the lookout-guy and having to shout at the top of my lungs, 'DA BUUUSSSSS!', everytime I caught that big yelloe behemoth coming out way, because of course, we were never actually at the stop. Let's just say deja vu like a mutha. All you cold hear for blocks, BUUUSSSSS. But he's learning. He'll lear more. And I'll learn right along with him. I look back on some simple things that I didn't do as a youth that would have made my adulthood a bit more fulfilling. Dictionaries are great. All these smart people have been stumping me lately, so I go and read up on what I'm missing and then feel all well-informed and ready to take on the world with my new word. So my goal is to let him enjoy his childhodd, but subtly plant little seeds in his brain so he'll know what time is; figuratively of course. Can't be skimming over pages in our book of life together. Word.
I am currently fascinated by the phenomena that is a learning curve. It can be interpreted in a few ways, but all boil down to a cnsistent theme; how well progress is made from cluelessness towards awareness. As yo cn see i the picture, the midget is very happy taking a shower. In fact, he enjoys getting his face wet and washing his hair. I don't remember that being the case with any of the rugrats I babysat when I was younger. But I guess it's one of the trade-offs with him I have to enjoy. So this week, along with our familiar routine or basic nouns, letters, and numbers, he's making more literal associations. I swear I was ready to choke him out if I saw one more damn MBTA bus on Friday. I remember being in 4th grade being the lookout-guy and having to shout at the top of my lungs, 'DA BUUUSSSSS!', everytime I caught that big yelloe behemoth coming out way, because of course, we were never actually at the stop. Let's just say deja vu like a mutha. All you cold hear for blocks, BUUUSSSSS. But he's learning. He'll lear more. And I'll learn right along with him. I look back on some simple things that I didn't do as a youth that would have made my adulthood a bit more fulfilling. Dictionaries are great. All these smart people have been stumping me lately, so I go and read up on what I'm missing and then feel all well-informed and ready to take on the world with my new word. So my goal is to let him enjoy his childhodd, but subtly plant little seeds in his brain so he'll know what time is; figuratively of course. Can't be skimming over pages in our book of life together. Word.
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